"Don't panic, I'm just here to hunt, and I just met you by accident." Guan Ping said with a pleasant face.

Not to mention that Guan Ping felt that the people under his rule were so poor and felt very ashamed. Besides, as long as normal people don't feel sorry for the bitterness, they will be pleasant.

They have not sinned against you, so why do you speak ill of you?

The mountain people were relieved when they saw Lord Taishou like this, and their tense bodies softened, which almost scared them to death.

There is a bold mountain man, and he also peeks at a large number of Guan Ping. For when they came in, they were only concerned that their knees were weak, and they bowed their heads.

I don't dare to watch the disguise of Lord Taishou. And after this mountain man looked at it, he was stunned, how could he be a hairless boy?

Guan Ping naturally didn't know what this mountain man was thinking, but he continued to say with a pleasant face: "Are you a Hushan people, or a supernumerary mountain people?" ”

Although Guan Ping is a hands-off shopkeeper, he still knows the basic common sense. The mountain people in this Fangling area are divided into households and black households.

Those who are in the household need to pay taxes, but those who are black do not need to pay taxes.

"My lord, we are not at home." One of the leading mountain people gritted his teeth and said. Black households are not protected, and even have to be held accountable by the government.

But apparently it is useless to lie.

After careful examination, the identities of several of them were revealed.

Of course, Guan Ping didn't care, this is the "custom" in the Fangling area, how to make the supernumerary mountain people naturalized in the household is also his Fangling Taishou's job.

Furthermore, Guan Ping has a persistent pursuit of population. For these mountain people, they are also recruited.

"Do you have the same surname? How many families are there in the mountains? Guan Ping asked again.

"Returning to Lord Taishou, we gathered on a hill, a total of thirty-two households. There are twenty-three families with the surname Zhang. All five of us have the surname Zhang. ”

Seeing that Guan Ping was still pleasant, the mountain people led by him became a little bolder, and they spoke much more calmly.

"Why did you run away into the mountains?" Guan Ping asked again.

"The previous Taishou was tyrannical." The mountain man lowered his head and said very quietly.

Some of the mountain people are clever and talk about the former Taishou, not the government. It is obviously a line with the current Guan Ping.

Predictable.

If it weren't for the government's tyrannical expropriation, and there was no land under the mountain, the ghosts would be willing to go up the mountain to be mountain people.

Guan Ping was still kind and pleasant, and asked again: "How many acres of land does a household have?" What kind of food is grown? What is the yield per mu? Can there be ploughing cattle? ”

"It is sorghum planted, with a yield of 100 catties per mu, each family has 20 or 30 acres of land, and there are five cows in the household." The mountain people know everything.

Guan Ping frowned slightly, Guan Ping didn't know how many catties of sorghum should be produced per mu, but according to the average value of rice and wheat, the yield per mu was 200 catties.

This yield of 100 catties per mu is too little.

Twenty or thirty acres of land, that is, two or three thousand catties of grain. There are five or six people in the family, seven or eight people in the family, and even more than ten people.

You need to eat salt, and you need to live in it. Although there is no government tax, it is no wonder that these mountain people are all skinny and bitter.

And if there is a disaster year, I am afraid it really is.

Guan Ping couldn't imagine that scene.

Guan Ping thought about it for a while, and said with a pleasant face: "It's really hard in the mountains. I have always been benevolent, and the government has drawn 30% of the land tax. There is a barren field at the bottom of the mountain, and I promise that whoever clears the barren land belongs to whomever it is, and are you willing to come down down the mountain and cultivate it? ”

When the mountain people heard this, they were immediately moved, and they must know that the mountain fields are good and bad, and they can only get 100 catties of sorghum per mu on average. The fertile land under the mountain, with an average of 200 catties, is mostly barren land, and more wasteland can be cultivated.

Even if you pay the field tax, you still have a lot of money.

But the question is, is this guy reliable?

The bold mountain man peeked at Guan Ping again, and thought to himself, no matter how you look at it, this young man can't handle things reliably.

Then the mountain people all looked at the leader of the people, the leader hesitated, gritted his teeth and said: "Please forgive me, I dare not make the decision on this matter, I need to go back and discuss it with the old people." ”

"You guy, we are too kind to let you go down the mountain and plow the fields, but you are pushing back. Watch me beat you up. ”

Zhou Xiong, who was standing on the side, was very normal, but at this moment, he was furious, rolled up his sleeves, and planned to beat people.

The mountain people were horrified. Guan Ping hurriedly stopped the bastard, and said with a pleasant face: "It's okay, you can go back and discuss it with the old people." In addition, I might as well tell you that at present, the nine counties have been merged into Fangling County, and I am Guan Ping, the eldest son of Guan Gong, the Marquis of Hanshou, and I serve as the county guard. My Guan family has always been faithful to Xingyi, and what I said was absolutely not false. ”

"No." The mountain people are shallow, but they don't even know who Han Shouhou is, so they just wrote down Guan Ping's words and planned to go back and tell the old people at home.

After that, Guan Ping released a few mountain people.

After that, Guan Ping had no interest in hunting and let Zhou Xiong's class return to the city. After returning to the Taishou Mansion, Guan Ping summoned Changshi Ma Liang, Gong Cao Sun Qian, and the chief secretary Yi to come to see him.

After sitting down, Guan Ping told him about today's events and said: "At present, Fangling County is still mainly based on spring ploughing, waterwheels, and quyuan ploughs, but you might as well send people to the mountains to find those black households, give them benevolence, and let them go down the mountain for the people. ”

"No."

The three officials promised to answer the matter. Immediately, Ma Liang said, "My lord." As a long history, I am in charge of the army. I hope to be able to take people to the Sima camp in each department to see the situation. ”

"This is Changshi's responsibility, Ji Chang doesn't need to ask me for instructions, just go by himself." Guan Ping said.

Changshi is in charge of the soldiers and horses, the deployment of soldiers and horses, and the transfer of military quarters, all of which need to be handled by Ma Liang, and it is also common sense that he wants to go to the battalions to see the situation now.

However, Ma Liang is a well-behaved person, so he has to ask for instructions.

"No." Ma Liang promised.

After that, Guan Ping explained to Gong Cao Sun Qian, if there are mountain people surnamed Zhang who go down the mountain to defect, they need to make proper arrangements for good students.

After dealing with these things, Guan Ping went back to the bedroom to rest. First, under Zhang Yu's service, he took a hot bath, and then wore loose clothes and knelt in the small hall outside the bedroom.

Zhang Yu was weaving, and Deng Ai was taken by his husband to study.

Liu likes to weave cloth when he has nothing to do, and Zhang Yu learned weaving from Liu. Guan Ping didn't care, although there was no shortage of money in the house, there was no need to stop Zhang Yu if he liked it.

So Zhang Yu was weaving, while Guan Ping was in a daze.

Why be in a daze?

Because of today's events.

Guan Ping thinks that it is a shame for the people under his rule to be so skinny and bitter. Moreover, Guan Ping is a strong man who intends to recruit 30,000 or 40,000 troops in the Fangling area.

Even if it is a reckless force, it will not hesitate.

But being a ruthless demon king is obviously going to be a problem. If the tax is too heavy, what can be done if the rear rebels?

In a daze, he is thinking about it and wanting to make Fangling County rich.

Although Guan Ping swears that as long as he is the shopkeeper and engages in small inventions, he can eat and drink spicy food.

But unfortunately, there are very few small inventions that Guan Ping can do.

He didn't know in advance that he was going to cross, who would know so much knowledge that he didn't need?

A normal person needs to know how glass is made?

A normal person needs to know how a steam engine is made?

Guan Ping thought about it, racked his brains, and didn't think of any good way. Suddenly, Guan Ping saw Zhang Yu weaving, the loom under her little hand. Curious, he asked, "How much does a piece of cloth cost?" ”

"Ten thousand dollars." Zhang Yu was obviously very familiar with this matter, and while fiddling with the loom, he casually replied to Lord Taishou.

"So expensive!" Guan Ping was speechless.

10,000 yuan can buy a ploughing ox, and 30,000 yuan can be exchanged for a war horse in Youzhou. Why is this piece of cloth so expensive?

Guan Ping is a studious guy, just ask if you don't understand. So Zhang Yu glanced at this ignorant Taishou with a smile and said, "First, silk hemp is expensive and the cost is high. Second, do you know how long a piece of cloth is? ”

"I don't know." Guan Ping shook his head obediently.

"Ten feet." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

Guan Ping is staggering, ten zhang is thirty-three meters. A piece of cloth is actually thirty-three meters long???? In this way, a piece of cloth is worth 10,000 yuan, which seems to be in the past.

One meter of cloth is almost 300 yuan.

Cloth is a good thing, and it can be used as a currency in this era, but it is hard currency. As the so-called wealth silk, wealth silk, silk is a kind of cloth.

Guan Ping's mind couldn't help but come alive, is this business easy to do?

It should be easy to do, right?

Guan Ping remembered the Shu Han under the control of Zhuge Liang, but he relied on the export of Shu brocade to generate foreign exchange income to support the great cause of the Northern Expedition. Speaking of which, it's kind of hilarious indeed.

Shu Han sent troops to the Northern Expedition almost year after year, and Cao Wei was anxious about it, but the upper-class elites were proud to wear clothes made of Shu brocade, and provided financial help to Shu Han.

A bad debt.

"How much is a piece of Shu brocade worth?" Guan Ping asked shamelessly.

"A horse of Shu brocade is worth 30,000 yuan. This is still the price in the Bashu area, if it is out of Bashu, it may be worth more than forty or fifty thousand. ”

Zhang Yu is really proficient in this aspect and said.

After Guan Ping heard this, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Is Shu brocade easy to make?" ”

Zhang Yu smiled but said nothing.

Guan Ping was immediately deflated, thinking about it, he also knew that since it was claimed to be Shu brocade, it must be a good cloth produced in the Bashu region, and the technology may be in the hands of some families.

If Shu brocade is so easy to make, can northerners buy Shu brocade at a high price?

Isn't it fragrant to make your own?

Guan Ping was already dead set on making Shu brocade, but he was still active about weaving, so he asked: "How much does that cloth cost, and how long does it take to make it?" ”

"It takes 9,000 dollars to make a piece of cloth." Zhang Yu said this, and after thinking about it, he replied: "I have nothing to do to weave cloth, and it takes a month to weave a piece of cloth." ”

Guan Ping calculated in his heart, if he has nothing to do to weave cloth, he can get twelve pieces of cloth a year and earn 12,000 yuan, which is converted into 1,000 catties of grain, which is not bad at first glance.

But Zhang Yu said: "Although a piece of cloth is worth 10,000 yuan, a merchant only buys a piece of cloth for about 9,200 yuan. ”

Guan Ping's heart was cold.

Yes, a piece of cloth will earn two hundred copper dollars.

But it's normal to think about it, if weaving is really so profitable, then the whole world women don't do farm work, and switch to weaving.

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