There are limits to development anywhere.
Generally speaking, such restrictions are very objective. For example, where industry is developed, agriculture is lacking, and where agriculture is developed, there is often insufficient space and manpower to develop industry. Of course, if the focus is on financial development, then the local industry and agriculture will probably be restricted.
If the country is big enough, such problems can be easily solved. Different regions can focus on developing different industries, and then a strong central government can allocate resources.
Such a thing should not have been done in Qinghe County.
So before coming to Qinghe, Bai Ang had already completed his imagination of Qinghe.
In a place where most of the population is made up of refugees, the main industries are mining and iron smelting, and the soldier-civilian ratio is so exaggerated, it would be a bit too much to say that the people here live like purgatory. After all, Bai Ang is not unaware of the situation in other parts of the world. Everyone has a very low bottom line, and there is really no way to blame Qinghe for this.
But if you say that this is just a big military camp, and everyone is like a slave, working like a zombie in a daze, and being exploited by the biggest boss on the top of the mountain, Lin Hai and his minions, Bai Ang still believes it.
So when Lin Hai agreed to his request to visit Qinghe freely, he found it incredible. Generally speaking, people who achieve success at a young age are reluctant to expose their shortcomings to others, unless...
Unless there are no flaws or visitors cannot see the flaws...
Bai Ang’s first step was to visit Qinghe’s warehouse.
When he opened the door of the granary and saw the mountain of grain bags, Bai Ang did not show any shock.
Please, everyone knows how to deal with inspections.
Bai Ang walked into the granary with his head held high. He wanted to teach these newbies a lesson. Everyone knew that in such a granary, only the outermost part contained grain, and the bags inside contained either sand or hay.
After all, in this world, who could possibly store so much food? If you say this is the empire's war reserve warehouse, Bai Ang believes there's still quite a bit of food. At least two-thirds of the bag should be food. As for the rest, no one should ask where it went. It wouldn't be good for anyone to ask.
"Move, move out the bag at the bottom." Bai Ang walked to the innermost part of the warehouse and pointed at the bag of grain marked with the grain stored in Tianxian Four Years.
The treasurer accompanying him didn't move at all, and didn't even look at Bai Ang.
"I asked you to move, didn't you hear me? Or is there something fishy going on and you're afraid I'll find out?" Bai Ang was furious. He didn't expect that a small treasurer from Qinghe would dare to roll his eyes at him. It was outrageous.
"Sir, the warehouse is a sensitive place and should not be moved lightly. But my Lord said that you can see whatever you want, so I will not stop you. If you want to check the rice down there, please move it yourself. By the way, after the inspection, it must be restored to its original state. This is the rule in Qinghe." The treasurer had a blank expression on his face, as if he had not heard Bai Ang's roar at all.
"Come here, move it for me." Bai Ang waved his hand and called the followers outside the door.
"Wait!" The treasurer stopped Bai Ang, "The warehouse is a restricted area. Anyone who enters without permission will be killed. The Earl of Qinghe only said that Lord Bai can do whatever he wants, but he didn't say that anyone else can."
"I am the new governor of Xiangyun. I suspect you have embezzled grain from the warehouse for your own benefit. I wish to inspect this warehouse! If you dare to stop me..."
Before Bai Ang could finish, the treasurer took over and said, "I am the treasurer of the Third Grain Reserve. I respect the laws of Qinghe and am under the control of the Earl of Qinghe. If you intend to force your way into the reserve, you can test the power of the laws of Qinghe."
After saying this, the treasurer drew the standard straight knife issued at his waist, rushed to the door of the granary, and shouted: "Anyone who enters the granary without permission will be killed. Come, blow the whistle and call for reinforcements."
In Daliang, there are not many people who would not give face to Bai Ang. In the past, they were probably the emperor, the prime minister, the minister and the like. Unexpectedly, there is now a treasurer from Qinghe.
Bai Ang stood there in a daze, his face changing from gloomy to bright. After a moment, he said, "Forget it. I'm a military man, so moving a few bags of rice shouldn't be a problem. You guys just wait outside."
After a long time, Bai Ang walked out of the granary with a gloomy face. He ignored the treasurer who was standing guard with a straight knife in his hand and called his followers to leave.
"Wait!" The treasurer stopped Bai Ang and said, "Please take it easy, Lord Bai. Anyone entering or leaving the granary needs to be checked again." After saying that, he entered the granary without looking back.
After a while, the treasurer came out and bowed: "All the grain bags have been restored to their places. Lord Bai may leave now."
Hearing this, Bai Ang calmed down. He reached out and stopped the follower who was about to attack, saying, "You are quite dedicated. I wonder what you will do when Lin Hai comes to inspect the granary?"
"A few days ago, the Earl of Qinghe led internal affairs officials to inspect all of Qinghe's grain reserves. A grain bag was accidentally ripped in this warehouse, causing the grain to spill all over the floor. Ultimately, the Earl of Qinghe personally collected every grain and returned it to the warehouse. After weighing and checking, it was confirmed that everything was in good condition. Every grain was finally stored!"
The treasurer raised his head and answered.
"Hahahahaha, great kindness!" Bai Ang waved his sleeves and walked away.
"Is this the Qinghe market?" Bai Ang asked, facing a wooden frame door. A plaque made of spliced wooden boards hung on the door, with the words "Qinghe Chengdong Grand Market" inscribed in large letters.
Obviously, such a wooden frame door and the fences on both sides that could not even stop a child could not restrict anyone. Bai Ang felt that he could just lift his legs and step over it.
But people came and went but no one stepped over the fence, because you have to pay a tax to walk through the gate. Bai Ang looked carefully and saw a tax man with one leg missing, dozing on a chair, with two bamboo baskets at his feet.
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