December was originally the dry season in Yongzhou, but God did not follow the rules. Since yesterday morning, the drizzle had stopped. It took a day and a night, but it had not stopped yet.

Xu Ping stood at the door of the warehouse with a hat, watching the inspector Zhang Rong bring people to carry bags of sugar out of the warehouse and put them on the ox cart outside. Zheng Kongmu, who was on the turn, counting bags of money and remembering the accounts.

The three departments finally got the instructions to deal with sugar. Three hundred thousand jins were transported from Yujiang to Guangzhou to supply Guangnan East Road and several states in the southern part of Fujian Road. Seven hundred thousand jins came from Guizhou to cross Wuling and into Xiangjiang River, and then went straight into the Yangtze River to supply the states along the road. Each state had to have a distribution quota and price, which was directly discounted into money. At this time, the three departments were relatively conscientious and implemented a quota performance appraisal, which was generally not outrageous. In the next few decades, the wars in the northwest were constantly in the face of tight finances, and the court would often change it to a comparative method. Even if the quota was completed, the local governments would still have to rank and implement the last-place elimination, which would torture local officials.

As a supplier, Xu Ping is relatively relaxed in this chain, and sending out the sugar is a great achievement. The remaining hundreds of thousands of kilograms of three corpses also agreed to stay in Yongzhou, but the money and grain in Yongzhou must be paid in full in the next year, and there is no discount for reduction and the money subsidies from other states have also been revoked.

It is difficult for local governments to get affordable benefits from the Sansi. Xu Ping has become accustomed to the fact that as long as the sugar is left in the state, he will have a way to make money. This money is much more flexible than funding.

After filling the ox cart, Zhang Rong came out to say goodbye to Xu Ping. He was responsible for transporting the sugar to Yongzhou and handing it over to Ningdujian, Benzhou, who had already returned from Yongping Village. Ningdujian sent people to transport it to each state, and passed it on to the place designated by the Sanshi.

Zheng Kongmu came over with the account book and asked Xu Ping to draw a secret and pack it carefully. He wanted to follow Zhang Rong to inspect the inspection to Yongzhou, and he also had to clear the accounts after the goods were delivered.

Looking at the continuous drizzle, Xu Ping asked Zhang Rong: "Inspector Zhang, where are you from Fujian Road?"

"The judge Hui Tong, the lower official is from Nanjianzhou."

Xu Ping nodded and asked again: "Where are the brothers under your command?"

"Most of them are from Nanjianzhou, and dozens of them are from Quanzhou."

"Okay, I understand. You guys hurry up and get on the road. The rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier. Be careful on the road. I will talk to you when I come back."

A total of more than fifty ox carts were driving one after another on the slippery mud roads in the countryside. Zhang Rong led more than a dozen wingmen to ride horses and responded to them, slowly eliminating the rain curtains all over the sky.

Since his conversation with Cao Keming in Yongzhou that day, Xu Ping was also a little touched, and he wanted to do something big in Yongzhou. As long as Yongzhou develops, all the surrounding problems will no longer be a problem. This place is tropical and has good water and heat conditions, but due to the limestone landform, poor water and soil conditions, and poor land, except for some alluvial plains in the mountains, it is not very suitable for growing grain. The real advantageous crop is sugarcane. Especially from Ruhe County to the west, along the Guwanzhai, Taipingzhai, and Yongpingzhai, it is a rainy area in Guangxi. The sunshine is very strong and is especially suitable for sugarcane growth. When studying sugarcane machinery, Xu Ping knew that the annual output of white sugar in his previous life reached millions of tons. Now there is no condition. As long as it reaches one percent of the output, tens of millions of kilograms a year is enough to attract the court to invest resources here and eliminate all hidden dangers.

The first priority is to develop production. Yongzhou has few household registrations, and it is unrealistic to recruit mountainous people on a large scale. It is still necessary to introduce external immigrants. The land in the Fujian region is narrow and dense, and the contradiction between people and land is the most acute in the entire Song Dynasty territory. Moreover, the water and soil there are similar to Yongzhou, which is really the most suitable place.

On Guangnan West Road, there were thousands of people from the wing army from Fujian Road. Xu Ping wanted to use these people to recruit some people from their hometown, which was also his intention to ask Zhang Rong's hometown.

When he returned to his yard, Xu Ping shook the rain on his body at the door.

Xiuxiu saw it under the eaves and shouted happily: "Your official, you are back, come and see, I will learn how to weave cloth with Sister Liu Xiaomei!"

Xu Ping glanced at the loom in front of her from afar. A piece of cloth on it had just taken shape and said casually: "Congratulations. But it turns out that when you were in the Central Plains, didn't you know it?"

Xiuxiu pouted and said, "This is different!"

In fact, it is because she has been playing with Su'er for a lot over the years, and the skills she learned from Lin Su Niang have gradually become abandoned, and now she has finally picked them up again.

Beside Xiuxiu, Liu Xiaomei stood there quietly, looking restrained.

Her injuries were healed, and she was pulled by Xiuxiu to live with her. She usually learns the skills of mountain people, such as weaving cloths and singing folk songs.

Xu Ping is a mixed place, and the little girl is good at being a human being. She is sweet-mouthed and diligent, and everyone likes her. Compared with her busy days in the mountains when she got up early and went to bed late, she gradually got used to it.

But Liu Xiaomei still couldn't figure out what level of official position Xu Ping was. She had never heard of this official position before. But Xiuxiu didn't understand it, and she pretended to understand it. She kept telling her that she was a big and big official. Only Cao Zhizhou in Yongzhou City was similar to her own official position. In Liu Xiaomei's impression, the magistrate was really more domineering than the emperor far away. Seeing Xu Ping becoming more and more restrained.

In fact, local officials in the Song Dynasty were all chores, especially those with low positions and heavy power, who were all destined to be cattle and horses. Only when senior officials were sent to the place, that was to enjoy the old age. However, the magistrates of those places, and Xu Ping, who partnered with the military ministers and prefects, would be even more miserable. If the important officials were not assessed, all the blame was for the magistrates, and the credit was often not his own. The military ministers did not take the household registration, money and food, so Cao Keming ignored them at all, and all the money-related matters were suppressed by Xu Ping.

The preferential treatment for officials in the Song Dynasty had to survive the hard days in the local area and transfer back to Tokyo to enjoy it. Xu Ping had at least two six years left before that happy moment.

Under the other roof, Gao Daquan and Tan Hu were fiddling with a machine with a few soldiers. It has been quite a while since they were still working hard.

This is a paper machine, and its official name should be the Jiefang hand-cranked paper machine. Xu Ping's previous life saw that it was a product of the small but complete semi-mechanized industrialization era when the founding of the People's Republic of China. Unfortunately, Xu Ping's not recorded in detail, so he could only try it bit by bit.

Ramie is abundant nearby. Hemp skin and hemp rod are good raw materials for papermaking, and the bagasse left over from the sugar can be used to make pulp. There are also huge Glauber's salt ore and limestone ore. Caustic soda for bleaching is easy to make, and the conditions for papermaking are very good.

The paper of this era is mainly velvet paper and bamboo paper. Xuanzhou, the most exquisite one, is the best-selling brand product in Jiangnan Road. The bamboo paper in Liangzhe, Sichuan and Fujian is also very famous. But without exception, the whiteness of these famous papers cannot be compared with that of descendants. The main reason is the backward bleaching method. Generally speaking, the cleaner the lignin in the pulp is, the whiter the paper is, and the longer the raw fibers are, the stronger it is. At this time, the bleaching in the papermaking process relies on lime water and wood ash, and the effect is hugely different from caustic soda.

When they came to the two of them, Xu Ping stood and looked at it for a while, and asked casually: "How is it?"

Gao Daquan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a panic: "It's soon, it's soon."

The pulp has broken a pond. Although some paper was scraped out by hand, the thickness was uneven. Xu Ping made an iron grinder and pressed hard and could only use it. If you want to print books quickly and well, in addition to the white and strong paper, you also need to have even thickness. This is the advantage of the machine.

Xu Ping smiled and patted Gao Daquan on the shoulder: "You two don't need to be anxious. The more urgent you are, the harder you will be, the harder you will be. Gao Daquan, you are not as good as Qilang. Qilang can't stand anything you do. Once you clean up the machine, you can calm down and do it quickly and well. You are the opposite of him. A person who is usually quite calm will be in a hurry as soon as he does this kind of thing."

Gao Daquan exhaled: "I don't know why, but when I see this kind of thing, I get a big head and get busy with my hands when I touch it. There is no way. - By the way, is the official going to call Sun Qilang?"

Xu Ping nodded: "Yes, I've sent a message to my home, and he will come after the New Year."

"It's good that Qilang is here. I'll leave all these things to him, so I'll be relaxed. Moreover, Qilang's temperament is a bit unrestrained, so we'll be more lively when we come here."

"It's not just a jump, Qilang is a troublemaker." Xu Ping shook his head and looked at Huang Tianbiao who was walking in from outside the door. He was wearing a hat and a straw raincoat, carrying a bamboo basket in each hand, and a big one on his back. "Plusty one, that's a perfect match. Ruhe County is afraid there will be no quiet life again."

Huang Tianbiao walked into the yard, put down two bamboo baskets in his hand, and shouted to Xu Ping: "Prime Minister, there are the most fish and shrimps outside in the rainy weather, why are you all staying in the house? Look, I only went out for half a day, and there were half a basket of big shrimps and more than a dozen big crabs. By the way, I also caught three big oil fish. This fish is only produced locally and grows in the cave water, which cannot be seen in the Central Plains!"

When Xiuxiu heard this, she stood up and said, "Do you have any fish to eat? It's still a good person in Huang County Magistrate. She knows to go out and find these strange things to eat for us outsiders!"

Huang Tianbiao smiled at Xiuxiu and said, "It's not just oil fish! Look, I've also caught a pair of mandarin ducks for you. If you have nothing to do, you can raise them and play to relieve your boredom."

As he said that, he took off the big basket on his back, and released a pair of small mandarin ducks from inside, and paced around the ground crookedly.

Xiuxiu cheered, and regardless of the raindrops wet her body, she ran out into the yard, bent down to look at the two little mandarin ducks, and asked, "Prince Huang, where did you find them?"

"Haha, these two little guys ran to the road by themselves and stopped me from walking. Didn't this come to my door? I caught it back easily. Do you like it?"

Xiuxiu nodded repeatedly and said she liked her.

Xu Ping, Gao Daquan and Tan Hu just shook their heads and smiled bitterly. As a county magistrate, Huang Tianbiao was a serious court official, but he never did serious things and did these children's affairs all day long.

When Zhu Zongping was there, he was in charge of the county's security. Zhu Zongping left and replaced Zhang Rong. Zhang Rong did not care about the local security. Xu Ping had already gathered the county's households into teams, but there was still no Huang Tianbiao's affairs. He was also happy to be free and took the monthly salary, hunting and fishing every day.

For example, the development of the He area was not long, and the land was planted for a year or a year, and of course there were no landowners who owned large areas of land. Xu Ping collected all the land and became official fields without spending much money. The original farmers organized their work, but although they had no previous freedom, their money and food were more than doubled, except for a few people, they did not encounter any resistance. A few people who were dissatisfied, had to be honest and obedient, with Huang Tianbiao, the former patriarch.

At this time, this area is not even one percent of the population of later generations, and there are primeval forests and water swamps everywhere. If you are not afraid of tigers, leopards, black bears and poisonous snakes everywhere, you can fill your stomach by just grabbing something. But if you want to live a life of full food and clothing, you should organize and develop it most efficiently. Without the government organizing, you have to let the local chiefs gather people as slaves. Only when people gather together can they change nature.
Chapter completed!