The economic center of this period was in the north. The Baiyue land in the south had just been incorporated into the territory of the Qin Dynasty and had not been fully developed.

If the South wants to develop to the same level of prosperity as in later generations, it will require long-term efforts. After all, there are considerable obstacles in the current political, economic and cultural aspects.

However, economic development often subtly drives innovation in other areas, which is also the purpose of Chu Yuening's insistence on implementing regional economy.

It would be too slow to achieve national unification solely by relying on the integration of the Qin and Yue populations. Prejudices and barriers would require generations to smooth out. It would be better to let the Nanyue people take the initiative to open the door to communication.

"A Zheng, I plan to open a fruit canning factory in South Vietnam."

"can?"

"Well, it's fruit preserved in glass jars. It can be stored for up to a year."

As Chu Yuening explained, she exchanged a bottle of canned yellow peaches from the system mall.

The transparent glass jar is filled with pieces of bright yellow peach flesh. The color is bright and the flesh is intact, which looks extremely tempting.

Fruits are prone to rot and spoilage, and will turn dull soon after being cut. Ying Zheng looked at the peach flesh that looked very fresh, and a hint of surprise flashed across his brows.

He took the glass jar, twisted the iron lid lightly with his big hands, and with a "pop" sound, the rich aroma of yellow peaches mixed with sweetness floated in the air.

Ying Zhao, who was talking at cross purposes with Er Er, suddenly smelled a hint of sweetness. He swallowed and followed the smell to his father and mother.

"Father and mother, what delicious food are you eating?"

"Zhao Zhao wants to eat too~"

"What a greedy little cat!"

Chu Yuening tapped the tip of Zizi's nose, a deep smile in her bright eyes.

She ordered the palace servants to bring small bowls and forks, and pour the canned yellow peaches into two bowls respectively.

Ying Zhao stared at the yellow flesh in the white bowl, and greedily forked a piece into his mouth. It was soft with a hint of crispness, sweet with a hint of sourness, and had an excellent flavor.

Looking at the little boy eating with gusto, Ying Zheng held his forehead. He never ate many fresh fruits and vegetables on weekdays.

Chu Yuening took the small bowl presented by the palace maid, picked up a piece of yellow peach and handed it to the man's lips, her eyes full of anticipation.

"A Zheng, how about trying it?"

"Well, Yue Ning eats too."

"It's not as good as fresh fruit, but it does taste good. It's a rare treat in winter."

Ying Zheng took a bite of the fruit and tasted it carefully. Apart from being a little sweet, it had a soft and smooth texture and a unique flavor.

After receiving the man's approval, Chu Yuening curved her eyebrows and took a bite of the yellow peach. As soon as she put it in her mouth, she still had the familiar taste.

After the two of them shared a piece of peach meat, Ying Zheng put the rest in front of the little boy, who responded with a happy smile.

Little did he know that this was a task his unscrupulous father had given him to do in order to stop his pregnant wife from eating too much stale food.

Chu Yuening glared at someone who was too concerned. Things produced by the system would not be harmful to the body, and it was okay to eat them occasionally.

Receiving the accusing look from his young wife, Ying Zheng took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the water stains from the corners of her lips, then slowly changed the subject.

"Why did Yue Ning think of setting up a factory in South Vietnam?"

"Because South Vietnam has many mountains and hills and is rich in fruit, this is their economic advantage."

"Fruit is not valuable in the south, but it is a rare commodity in the north. Now that people's quality of life has improved, their desire for food will also greatly increase."

"Besides, this move will not only increase farmers' extra income, but also provide more jobs for people in the city."

Sure enough, as soon as the serious business was mentioned, Chu Yuening's mind was completely immersed in it, and she talked non-stop.

Ying Zheng listened patiently to the woman's plan, the brilliance in his phoenix eyes growing brighter and brighter, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the fair wrist in his palm.

With his foresight, he knew that the benefits of this move were not only economic, but more importantly, it would win the hearts of the Baiyue people and promote the integration and unification of the Qin nation.

A few days later, Nanhai County.

County Lieutenant Ren Xiong held a secret letter and read it carefully. After a moment, his heroic face was filled with excitement.

Set up a factory?

It’s good to set up a factory!

It can not only develop the economy of South Vietnam, but also win the hearts of the people. It is truly the best of both worlds!

Half a month later, the construction of glass factories and canneries in the four counties of Panyu, Longchuan, Boluo and Sihui was mostly completed.

As the autumn harvest approached, factory managers began to post notices to recruit workers and purchase fruit.

When the South Vietnamese people heard about the generous wages in the factory, they were dumbfounded and their faces were full of disbelief.

"W-what?! Four hundred coins a month... I used to earn less than a hundred coins a month..."

"Work six days and get one day off, and still get paid as usual. Is there really such a good job?"

"You missed the most important point. This job can last a lifetime!"

"Oh my god! Doesn't that mean I won't have to look for work in the future?"

“…”

The people were discussing enthusiastically, their eyes bright astonishingly and their faces filled with anticipation.

However, not everyone was blinded by the big pancake. An old man with white hair and beard questioned the managers.

"Is this a legitimate job? Are the wages and benefits reasonable?"

"Of course, the factory was run by the government. We are just managing it on their behalf. The notices were posted by the officials, so they can't be faked."

"Also, this is a document approved by the government. If you don't believe me, you can take a look."

Several managers explained in a clear and logical manner, and handed the documents they had prepared in advance to the old man. They looked calm and composed, which made people unconsciously convinced.

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