Once the ** box is opened, it will not be easy to hold it.

Although Annan has abundant resources, due to the Ming Dynasty's suppression of merchants, the Annan people lived in a corner with a bit of tragic slaughter of guarding Baoshan. But now, it seems that a hole has been opened on the embankment. This irresistible flood peak has emerged with the human venting.

One, two...three...one hundred...all people are tacitly aware of it. What should be changed from the point of being clear is what should be changed from the point of being benevolent and moral, but behind the scenes, countless people are shuttled through it, building bridges and paving the way.

They suddenly discovered that things that were so rare in the past could be exchanged for money, and even the ore and wood in the mountains could be exchanged for money.

Annan Kingdom is too old and has survived for hundreds of years. These aristocratic families and aristocratic families have been relocated from generation to generation, and these people have mastered the mountains and forests and the land. As long as they are willing, their output can be increased several times.

Everything was going on in silence, and at this moment, batches of Annan people with bright clothes appeared in Lang Son.

They felt that everything was fresh and went to ask for the prices of various things in person. When they got the answer, they were surprised in their eyes. They all stayed in Tongshanji, or simply went to the workshop or even went to the big house of the Hou Mansion. They occasionally went to the county town and even went to the official road north.

The eyes of these people inevitably took a look. When everything was as expected, they were satisfied. Not only did they find that cotton was a business opportunity, but they also found many strange things, such as iron tools, such as the outrageously cheap cloth.

So, at night, deep in the brightly lit inn, there were the sound of bad people's silk and bamboo, and there were also the joy of drinking nonsense. These people spread their letters, picked up the lamp, and seemed to weigh something, and finally wrote them. They wrote everything they saw and heard on paper. If they were calmer, they would sit slowly and wait for the early morning of the next day to deal with it. However, some were impatient and asked people to send the letter all night.

Lang Son under the night, there is no sleep. It seems to be an amusement park for adventurers, but it is more noisy than the daytime. Many people who are not seen during the day come out at this time. The wine shops, tea shops and even brothels are all brightly lit. The deep in the railings are full of guests, and there are frustrated people. They stagger around at the end of the long street paved with gravel, gasping for drunkenness.

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Hao Fenglou calmed down and his days in Lang Son were very peaceful for him. In fact, he thought he was not a person who loved the excitement, but he was more lively wherever he went.

Regarding this, he always wanted to reflect on it, but when he thought about it, it was wrong. I was right. Even if there was something wrong, the world should be wrong.

All kinds of understandings and thinking about life are quite like meditation, a pot of tea every day, sitting quietly without anyone disturbing me.

But he realized that it was not quiet in this quiet world, because there were too many people and things in the secular places that made him unable to let go.

So he recently started writing letters and memorials, some sent to Shenglong, some sent to Jinling, and some even passed through the secret system of Shenwuwei and wandered to unknown places. Occasionally, he would draw some sketches, and he suddenly felt that fewer and fewer sketches could be drawn, because as his skills improved, the demand would become more and more complicated. Hao Fenglou could draw the internal principles of the musket, but complex things like steam engines were no longer something that he liked to dabble in.

It seems that the next thing can only be learned by craftsmen, and slowly comprehend and pondered, and Hao Fenglou is no longer able to help. However... Hao Fenglou is quite confident whether he can make progress. The Han people in this era have a strong sense of innovation, but it is nothing more than that they are not meticulous enough.

Everything is orderly, and naturally, there will be some noise. In the Jinling area, there are frequent reports of the mansion. The contents of the mansion are often stable. When outsiders go to see it, they are in a fog. Looking at the surface, they really feel boring, but insiders can see many names by just a look.

There is one thing that Hao Fenglou can confirm. The group of guys who gave birth to sons without assholes in the Censorate now have a bit of a slight slap in themselves. They are not in Jinling, so they think they are invincible in the world. They walk by the wall and push everyone, hoping that everyone can step on it.

The root of the problem lies in Lang San. Lang San has attracted many merchants recently, and a large number of Lang San goods have also appeared in many prefectures and counties. Naturally, some local officials reported it. When the Qingliu saw it, it was amazing, it was simply a filth.

Although it is a fiefdom, the rule of the Ming Dynasty was that the more fiefdom it was, the tighter it would be, so everyone started to curse.

The palace was very helpful. Judging from the information in the newspaper, it was planned to issue an order, and it was estimated that the order was already on the way.

The so-called reprimand is actually harmless. It is the kind of punishment that the stick is raised high and gently put down. The Qingliu people are obviously not satisfied with Hao Fenglou and the others. If Hao Fenglou had not made great contributions, they would have been even more severely.

Hao Fenglou frowned, but unfortunately, Jinling was too far away and was beyond reach.

Fortunately, everything here is still stable. As for Jinling, there should be no changes for the time being, so Hao Fenglou ignored too much.

Days pass by day.

Cotton planting in Annan has begun. In fact, Hao Fenglou has played a strait. The situation in Annan has just stabilized. At present, no one in Annan's court is interested in taking care of cotton. He makes money in silence and makes money in silence, and fights for power and profit. Therefore, when spring is about to begin, countless grain fields have been changed to cotton fields, and the price of cotton seeds has remained high.

Many Annan nobles even went to their own mountains and forests to explore. Now everyone's horizons have gradually broadened with Lang Son.

And at this time, the problem arose again.

Due to the large number of cotton fields planting, the cutting of trees and the mining of minerals, many families have begun to recruit manpower. Only by turning waste into treasures can someone change the valuable ore and trees into silver.

Once labor recruitment begins, many tenants start to flee.

Those who grow cotton are fine. After all, the output value of cotton fields is high. As long as the harvest is good, it is okay to open a higher price even in order to win over these tenants. But those who refuse to go with the flow can no longer bear it. How much profit can the grain fields have? With just such a small amount of profit, should we continue to benefit the tenants? If so, what will everyone eat? But if they don’t give it, some people will escape in groups, and even if they report to the official, it is useless. Now there is a shortage of manpower everywhere. People have sought some nobles from aristocrats to work, and naturally they will be protected.

Although the government cannot afford to offend this family, it does not mean that it dares to take people to the place of another family to arrest people.

So the final result is often perfunctory.

Some people can't survive this and refuse to follow the trend. Either they are eliminated or destroyed all the grain fields, imitate others and grow cotton.

Under such circumstances, some people are dissatisfied and have to use this to criticize them. It’s a pity that no one takes it seriously at the moment.

In the beginning of spring, the Spring Festival in Annan is no different from the Ming Dynasty. However, these Ming soldiers who left their hometowns felt lonely. There were letters coming from Hao Fenglou, and the army of the Southern Expedition asked Hao Fenglou to go to Shenglong and invited Hao Fenglou to celebrate the New Year.

Of course, there are some rumors circulating, saying that Zhang Fu, the general of the Conquest of Yi who had arrived in Shenglong, did not want Hao Fenglou to come, saying that Hao Fenglou had complicated affairs and that it was the end of the year, so there was no need to disturb him. As a result, Mu Sheng insisted, and in the end Zhang Fu had to agree to send a letter.

After receiving the letter, Hao Fenglou decided not to stay in Lang San anymore and he wanted to go to Shenglong.

Not only did he set out, but three hundred musketeers also went there to celebrate the New Year with the officials and soldiers.

The atmosphere of the New Year is already strong. Even if the wars in Annan are frequent and the country is about to be decided, the joy brought by the New Year cannot be diluted.

When Hao Fenglou arrived in Shenglong, someone greeted him outside the city. The old general Chen was still the one who came. The old general and Hao Fenglou were old acquaintances. They saluted each other. Then, even if they were asked to arrange the musketeers to stay, they would personally take Hao Fenglou to Zhang Fu's office.

Zhang Fu did not want to see Hao Fenglou, but he still couldn't stand it. At this time, he had to take a welcome posture. He stayed in Zhenguo Temple. When he saw Hao Fenglou coming, he stood up intimately. In front of everyone, he punched Hao Fenglou hard in the chest and smiled happily: "I have been looking forward to you coming. Everyone said that if you don't come, it's boring for everyone this year, so I have to invite you. It's good that you come. If you refuse, they must tear me."

Hao Fenglou was hurt by this punch, but he was helpless. He simply hugged Zhang Fu, which was more intimate than Zhang Fu: "General Zhang is here, how dare you not come if you are humble? Not to mention that you are just from Langshan, even if you are in Jinling, the mountains are long and the rivers are far away, you must come."

Zhang Fu was suddenly panicked. He was not arranged in this way in his script. After all, he was the general of the Conquering Yi. In front of everyone, he was so arrogant that he was a man who was not careful about this. How could he show the majesty of the head coach?

But Hao Fenglou hugged him very tightly. Although he wanted to beat Hao Fenglou, he could not act rashly in front of so many people.

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Chapter completed!