Fu Xiaoguan stayed in Pingling County, while Bai Yulian went to Quyi County.

Of course, he also went to Quyi County to send a message to Yan Linqiu, the county commander of Quyi County.

is a little different from Zhang Wenhan, Yan Linqiu did not doubt Bai Yulian's identity at all - he was Yan Xiaolou's cousin and Yan Xiwen's cousin, he knew how awesome those industries in Xishan were, and he also knew how powerful Fu Xiaoguan's brother-in-law was.

- Everyone is dead, but they set up a situation here half a year ago!

Therefore, Yan Linqiu felt a pity for this brother-in-law, expressed high respect for Bai Yulian's brilliant achievements in Pingling Mountain, and left Bai Yulian for lunch.

At the same time, he also adopted a similar strategy as Zhang Wenhan to recruit workers throughout the county to provide sufficient labor for the upcoming Xishan people.

……

Zhang Pei'er left the county government of Pingling County, and she walked slowly on the snowy streets with a long sword on her back.

Her eyes searched carefully on both sides of the street, and she firmly believed that Fu Xiaoguan was not dead, and besides, Fu Xiaoguan was in Pingling!

There is a woman's sixth sense in this, of course, there is also a basis, she doesn't believe that Fu Xiaoguan will write such a detailed plan in March - even the national policy implemented by the Yu Dynasty today has only been officially rolled out since April, Fu Xiaoguan is not a god, how can he be considered today's thing!

And the words on the paper still exude a fresh ink fragrance!

Why didn't he show up?

Zhang Pei'er only heard that Fu Xiaoguan was the son of Emperor Wen, but she didn't know the situation of the current Wu Dynasty.

As for what the big deal is, Zhang Peier can't guess.

She suddenly stopped and thought of a question: I'll go find him...... So what?

Could it be true that he was killed?

If I kill him, I'm afraid my brother will turn against me!

He is now the hottest God of Wealth in this place, and my brother is still counting on him to save the people from fire and water.

Therefore, you can't kill it.

If you really see ...... Aren't they speechless?

That's better than not seeing!

Zhang Pei'er took a deep breath, thinking about the things she did when she was in Linjiang last year, and the corners of her mouth curled up and laughed at herself, it was really ridiculous!

She shook her head, and was about to turn around and go to the county office to say goodbye to her brother, when she suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out of the inn in front of her.

The gods made the ghost worse, Zhang Pei'er pulled the hat lower, and followed the figure forward.

Fu Xiaoguan happened to be out at the moment.

It's not that he has anything important to do, but he's bored, thinking about casually strolling around and learning more about the situation in Pingling County.

In broad daylight, perhaps because of the heavy snowfall, there are not many people in Pingling County.

The shops on both sides of the street are seventy percent open, but almost all of them are at the door, the shopkeeper sits at the counter and dozes off with a fire, and only the children do not know their sorrows, running and playing in the snow, making pleasant laughter, showing some vitality here.

The economy here is paralyzed!

Fu Xiaoguan walked slowly, looked slowly, and slowly thought: The people need these things in the shop, but the people have no money in their pockets.

This place originally relied on the consumption brought by foreign merchants, but now it has been tossed by the palace chief, the merchants are gone, the people are poorer, and the economy here has naturally become a pool of stagnant water.

The only condition for reviving this stagnant water is that the pockets of ordinary people can bulge.

For a long time, this place will be in a state of low consumption, that is, the food, clothing, shelter and transportation of the common people to maintain the minimum need for survival.

In the spring of next year, Wang Er has to bring sweet potatoes here, and he has to find Zhang Wenhan and Yan Linqiu to rent two fields to raise seedlings.

The people of these two places must be mobilized and follow Wang Er to learn the cultivation method of sweet potatoes.

Originally, I thought that the sweet potatoes harvested this year would be planted in large quantities next year in Nishiyama, but now it seems that it is too late.

Only a small amount of sweet potatoes can be left for seeding, and the rest have to be transported here.

Of course, as a small landlord in Linjiang, he is not a good person, these sweet potato seeds have to be paid, as for the people here can't pay this money, Fu Xiaoguan is not worried, these people will work in their own workshops, and they will be slowly deducted from their wages when the time comes.

As for the seeds of the second generation of Fu, Fu Xiaoguan didn't plan to put them here.

It is not easy for the second generation of Fu to breed, the yield in this place is really pitiful, and I can't live with my own kind of seed.

Thinking like this, he suddenly heard the clanging sound of iron from the corner of the street, and his eyes lit up, and he walked over.

"Zhouji Blacksmith Shop!"

The dark door was open, and he walked in, the light in the room was dim, and he looked carefully, there were very few iron tools, only three hoes, four kitchen knives, and five wood knives hanging on the shelves.

There was no one in the shop in front, and the sound came from the backyard, so he walked into the backyard, but Zhang Peier frowned, and flew to the roof and the cat bent down.

When Fu Xiaoguan came to the backyard, he saw a swarthy man in his forties, who was hammering something on the anvil with a hammer.

When he saw Fu Xiaoguan, he didn't speak, and continued to beat the hammer very rhythmically, and then he immersed the thing on the anvil in water, and there was a "......" sound from the water tank, and a puff of green smoke came out.

"What does Childe want to buy?" Blacksmith Zhou wiped his hands on his apron and asked expectantly.

Fu Xiaoguan looked curiously at the thing that Blacksmith Zhou put on the anvil, "Your hoe is a little different!" ”

Blacksmith Zhou paused for a moment, cracked his mouth and laughed, "Is it possible that the son still understands smelting?" ”

"I understand a little...... I just heard the sound of your hammering, you are the unique sound of steel after adding carbon to the molten iron and repeatedly hammering! ”

Fu Xiaoguan picked up the hoe on the anvil, looked at it carefully, touched the edge of the blade with his fingers, and turned his head to see Blacksmith Zhou's shocked expression.

This is a unique secret recipe for three generations of the Zhou family!

This boy actually heard the difference when he heard the voice, could it be that he was still a master of iron smelting at such a young age?

Fu Xiaoguan suddenly took out an ingot of broken silver, which was only about two taels, and he handed it to Blacksmith Zhou, "According to your smelting method, give me a sword, this is a deposit, and you can tell me how much silver it will be after it is beaten, but I have a request-"

"Childe, please speak!"

Blacksmith Zhou's eyes were green when he saw the two taels of silver!

How many days have it not opened, my son is seriously ill and has no money to hire a doctor, and my wife is almost tired of taking care of my son day and night.

He came to open the door of this shop today, thinking that he could sell it for a few pennies and hire a doctor to grab some medicine for his son, but he didn't expect to meet a God of Wealth!

"You use pig iron pouring technology to make steel, and the sword I want is that the whole sword is steel!"

Blacksmith Zhou was taken aback, and his heart was cold.