amaotonovel Chapter 315 This official is definitely not a congenital Ox or Horse Saint Body!
Chapter 315 This official is definitely not a congenital Ox or Horse Saint Body!
An ecological beach without salt fields or salt stoves, untouched by industrial pollution, could easily become a popular tourist attraction in the future with just a little effort.
However, in the Ming Dynasty, these pristine beaches had virtually no tourism value other than being used for salt fields or salt production.
Just as Yang Shaofeng was preoccupied with figuring out how to set up salt fields and salt stoves, Yu'er suddenly looked at him and asked, "Husband, do you think there might really be a fairy island in Penglai, and maybe even immortals?"
Yang Shaofeng chuckled, reached out and grabbed Yu'er's small hand, and slowly walked along the beach as he said, "Anyway, I've never seen a fairy. Well, no, I should say I've seen two fairies."
Yu'er was slightly taken aback, then quickly asked, "Fairy? Husband, have you really seen the fairy?"
Yang Shaofeng smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I once met two fairies, one gentle and virtuous, and the other mischievous. The gentle and virtuous one was named Zhu Meijin, and the mischievous one was named Zhu Meiyu. Tsk tsk, I still remember when she first met me, the mischievous fairy kept stealing glances at me."
As soon as Yang Shaofeng finished speaking, Yu'er blushed and spat out, "You lecherous scoundrel!"
Yang Shaofeng chuckled and said, "What's wrong with a lecher? That lecherous man loves his wife dearly; he's a role model that I should learn from."
Yu'er was both embarrassed and annoyed by Yang Shaofeng's words. She immediately gave a soft hum and tried to change the subject: "Husband, how long do you think it will take for Dengzhou to become like our Ningyang County?"
Yang Shaofeng shook his head slightly and sighed, "How long? I don't know either. Dengzhou is a coastal area, and the land is already less fertile than Ningyang County. Last year's flood washed away the land again, making it even less suitable for cultivation now."
"If we want the people of Dengzhou to become rich, we must find another way, such as developing salt fields, salt stoves, sea farming and fishing, port transshipment, and oil pressing plants, to give the people more income."
"This timeframe might be three or five years, or it might be eight or ten years, or it could be thirty or fifty years. Who can say for sure?"
Yu'er nodded as if she understood, then asked, "My husband just said that the land here is not suitable for cultivation, so why are you still distributing land to the people? Wouldn't it be better to just let them boil salt and fish?"
Yang Shaofeng chuckled and said, "If money is the courage of heroes, then this land is the courage of ordinary people."
"No matter how barren the land is, as long as there is a piece of land that can still be cultivated, the people will feel that they have a last resort, and only then will they have the courage to develop salt fields and salt stoves."
"Only when people discover that salt fields and salt stoves can earn enough money to support their families and that they don't have to worry about not being able to buy food will they be able to give up their land."
"Before this, no matter how much you talked, the people would only care about the land. Whoever gave them land was their second parent, and whoever took their land was their mortal enemy."
But as they talked, Yang Shaofeng began to feel that something was amiss.
I brought Yu'er to the seaside to pick up girls, but how did our conversation veer off to how to lead the people of Dengzhou to prosperity?
No, no, I am definitely not this kind of innate divine body.
We must get the topic back on track.
Having made up his mind, Yang Shaofeng pointed to a small fishing boat sailing towards the shore in the distance and said, "Wife, why don't you guess whether this fishing boat has a good harvest or a bad one today?"
Yu'er raised her hand to her forehead and examined it for a moment, then said with a smile, "I think it's a bumper harvest. However, if my husband wants me to lose, then I'll say it's a poor harvest."
Ok?
Did this girl flirt with me?
If you use this to test me... oh my~ I really can't handle it!
Thinking of this, Yang Shaofeng suddenly felt a little sorry for Old Zhu.
After all, if the adopted daughter raised by Empress Ma is so capable, then how high must Empress Ma herself be?
After feeling sorry for Old Zhu for a second, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but ask with some curiosity, "Is your wife so sure it's a bumper harvest?"
Yu'er smiled and nodded, pointing to the fishing boat and saying, "Husband, look at the edge of the small boat. It's so close to the water. It must be loaded with a lot of cargo. If the harvest was poor, the water level wouldn't be this high."
Yang Shaofeng looked at Yu'er with a blank expression, then at the approaching fishing boat. Yu'er suddenly chuckled, "Husband, have you forgotten? Yu'er and my sister grew up in Jiangnan and have seen many boats since we were little."
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While Yang Shaofeng was picking up girls at the beach, Xu Jingyu, a poor working-class man, was walking along the eastern edge of the city with an old servant from his family and another even more miserable working-class man, Zhou Jingxin.
Having learned from his experience registering household registers and land registers in several villages in the north of the city, Xu Jingyu finally learned a lesson: he needed a servant to help carry things, otherwise carrying his book box would be too tiring.
"In another month or two, the household registration books and land ownership books for the people of Penglai County will be ready."
Xu Jingyu seemed to be comforting Zhou Jingxin, but it also seemed to be comforting himself.
Zhou Jingxin couldn't help but roll her eyes, and stabbed Xu Jingyu in the heart: "Once the household registration book and land ownership book are completed, it will be almost harvest time. The county magistrate should still go to the fields and walk around."
Xu Jingyu was furious. He glared at Zhou Jingxin angrily and said, "I...I think so too."
Although I don't really want to go to the fields or rural areas, they call me "Master"!
The thought of being addressed as "Master" made Xu Jingyu quicken his pace even further: "Hurry up and get the household registration and land ownership records for Xiaohu Village done."
Upon arriving at Xiaohuzhuang, Xu Jingyu immediately summoned Hu San, who had been elected village chief by the villagers. Before Hu San could even bow, Xu Jingyu cut straight to the point and asked, "Has the land in your village been allocated yet?"
Hu San bowed and scraped, replying, "Don't worry, sir. There aren't many people in our village, and the land was already allocated a couple of days ago. We're just waiting for you to come and process the land deeds."
Xu Jingyu hummed in agreement, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the book box carried by the old servant, and looked at Hu San and asked, "Let's start with you—how many people are in your family, what are their names, what year were they born, what do they do, and which plots of land belong to your family, tell me all of that clearly."
Hu San rubbed his hands together and answered honestly, "My name is Hu San, I was born in the third year of the Yuan Dynasty, and all I know is farming, nothing else..."
Xu Jingyu smiled and shook his head, saying, "Asking what you can do is not to register you as an artisan—this is a special permission granted by His Majesty the Emperor. From now on, there will be no such registrations in Dengzhou Prefecture; everyone will be a commoner. Otherwise, why would I allocate land to you first and then register your household registration?"