Fu Xiaoguan stayed in Pingling County, while Bai Yulian went to Quyi County.
Of course, he went to Quyi County to deliver a message and a letter to Yan Linqiu, the county magistrate of Quyi County.
Somewhat different from Zhang Wenhan, Yan Linqiu had no doubt about Bai Yulian's identity at all - he was Yan Xiaolou's cousin and Yan Xiwen's cousin. He knew how awesome the industries in Xishan were, and how powerful his brother-in-law Fu Xiaoguan was.
——Everyone is dead, but they set up the trap here half a year ago!
So Yan Linqiu felt very sorry for his brother-in-law, expressed high respect for Bai Yulian's brilliant achievements in Pingling Mountain, and even invited Bai Yulian to have lunch.
At the same time, he also adopted a strategy similar to Zhang Wenhan's to recruit workers throughout the county to provide sufficient labor for the upcoming Xishan people.
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Zhang Pei'er left the Pingling County Government Office and walked slowly on the snowy streets, carrying a long sword on her back.
She searched carefully on both sides of the street. She firmly believed that Fu Xiaoguan was not dead, and that Fu Xiaoguan was in Pingling!
There is a woman's sixth sense in this, and of course there is a basis for it. She doesn't believe that Fu Xiaoguan would have written such a detailed plan in March - even the national policy that the Yu Dynasty is currently implementing was not officially launched until April. Fu Xiaoguan is not a god, how could he have predicted what would happen today!
Moreover, the words on the paper still exude the fresh scent of ink!
Why doesn't he show up?
Zhang Pei'er had only heard that Fu Xiaoguan was the son of Emperor Wen, but she did not understand the current situation of the Wu Dynasty. In her opinion, the deep meaning of Fu Xiaoguan's move was most likely to be planning a great event.
As for what the big deal was, Zhang Pei'er couldn't guess.
She suddenly stopped and thought of a question: What would happen if I went to find him?
Could it be possible that he was really killed?
If I kill him, I'm afraid my brother will turn against me!
He is now the popular God of Wealth in this place, and his brother is counting on him to save the people from danger.
Therefore, the killing cannot continue.
If we really meet...wouldn't we just be speechless?
It’s better not to see it!
Zhang Peier took a deep breath, thinking about the things he did in Linjiang last year, and smiled at himself. It was really ridiculous!
She shook her head and was about to turn around to go to the county government office to say goodbye to her brother, but suddenly she saw a familiar figure walking out of the inn in front.
As if by magic, Zhang Pei'er pulled his hat lower and followed the figure forward.
Fu Xiaoguan happened to be out at this moment.
It wasn't that he had anything important to do, but he was bored and wanted to wander around and learn more about the situation in Pingling County.
In broad daylight, perhaps because of the heavy snow, there were not many people in Pingling County.
Seventy percent of the shops on both sides of the street were open, but almost all of them were deserted. The shopkeepers sat in front of the counter, warming themselves by the fire and dozing off. Only the children, without worries, were running and playing wildly in the snow, making sweet laughter, showing some vitality here.
The economy here is paralyzed!
Fu Xiaoguan walked slowly, looked slowly, and thought slowly: ordinary people need the things in these shops, but they have no money in their pockets.
This place originally relied on consumption brought by foreign merchants, but now, after being messed up by that guy Gong Shenzhang, the merchants are gone, the people are even poorer, and the economy here has naturally become stagnant.
The only condition for revitalizing this stagnant situation is that the pockets of the people can be filled with more money.
This place will be in a low-consumption state for a long time, which means that the people will only need the food, clothing, housing and transportation they need to survive.
Next spring, I have to ask Wang Er to bring sweet potatoes here, and I also have to find Zhang Wenhan and Yan Linqiu to rent two plots of land to grow seedlings.
We need to mobilize the people in these two places and learn how to grow sweet potatoes from Wang Er.
I had originally planned to plant this year's sweet potatoes in large quantities again in Xishan next year, but now it seems it is too late.
Only a small amount of sweet potatoes can be left in Xishan for seeds, and the rest have to be transported here.
Of course, as a small landlord in Linjiang, he is not a good man. He has to charge money for these sweet potato seeds. As for the fact that the local people cannot afford this money, Fu Xiaoguan is not worried. These people will work in his own workshop, and the money will be deducted from their wages slowly.
As for the seeds of Fu Erdai, Fu Xiaoguan had no intention of putting them here.
Breeding for the second generation of Fu is even more difficult. The yield in this place is really pitiful, and it is not worthy of the seeds we grow.
As he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard the sound of blacksmithing coming from the corner of the street. His eyes lit up, he became interested, and walked over.
"Zhouji Blacksmith Shop!"
The dark door was open, and he walked in. The light in the room was very dim. He looked around carefully and saw very few iron tools, only three hoes, four kitchen knives, and five hatchets hanging on the rack.
There was no one in the shop in front, and the sound came from the backyard, so he walked into the backyard, but Zhang Pei'er frowned, flew to the roof and crouched down.
When Fu Xiaoguan arrived at the backyard, he saw a dark-skinned man in his forties, who was hammering something on an anvil with a hammer.
He saw Fu Xiaoguan and continued to hammer rhythmically without saying a word. Then he immersed the thing on the anvil in water. A "hissing" sound came from the water tank and a puff of green smoke came out.
"What do you want to buy, sir?" Zhou the blacksmith wiped his hands on his apron and asked expectantly.
Fu Xiaoguan looked curiously at the object that Zhou the Blacksmith placed on the anvil, "Your hoe is a little different!"
Blacksmith Zhou was stunned for a moment, then he broke into a grin, "Young Master, could it be that you also know how to smelt?"
"I understand a little bit... I just heard the sound you were hammering. It's the unique sound of steel that comes from repeatedly hammering molten pig iron with carbon added!"
Fu Xiaoguan picked up the rough hoe on the anvil, looked at it carefully, touched the edge with his fingers, and turned around to see Zhou the blacksmith's shocked expression.
This is the Zhou family's unique secret recipe that has been passed down for three generations!
This young man could actually tell something was wrong just by listening to the voice. Could it be that he is a master of iron smelting at such a young age?
Fu Xiaoguan suddenly took out a piece of broken silver, about two taels, and handed it to Zhou the blacksmith. "According to your smelting method, make me a sword. This is the deposit. You can tell me how much silver you want after it's finished. But I have one request——"
"Sir, please speak!"
When Zhou the blacksmith saw the two taels of silver, his eyes turned green!
The business had not been open for many days, his son was seriously ill and he had no money to see a doctor, and his wife was almost exhausted from taking care of him day and night. It was obvious that he could not make ends meet.
He opened the shop today, hoping to make a few cents so he could hire a doctor and prescribe some medicine for his son. Unexpectedly, he met the God of Wealth!
"Your thing uses the technology of casting pig iron into steel. The sword I want is made entirely of steel!"
Blacksmith Zhou was suddenly shocked and felt a chill in his heart.
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