Qi Jiguang came to Lihai, the purpose was definitely not to help Yang Changfan get ahead, and it was the key to take the drawings to inspect the quality. After talking about trivial matters, he also said goodbye and got on the horse, and traveled in plainclothes all the way in a low-key manner, carrying a letter of introduction from Zhao Wenhua, a waiter of the Ministry of Works, and the next stop was Nanjing.

This time he was transferred to the Zhejiang Metropolitan Division to serve as a servant, although the official residence was three grades, but in fact Qi Jiguang almost did not have any military power, first, there were quite a lot of local veterans above, as a newcomer to Shandong, it was really inconvenient to lead the Zhejiang locals, and secondly, the military power of the governor Zhang Jing was indeed very dead, which was his consistent style.

However, Qi Jiguang is not in a hurry, taking military power at this time is not necessarily a good thing. Therefore, he doesn't recruit anyone, he doesn't mess with anyone, he doesn't hug anyone's thighs, he honestly acts as a servant, and when the task is down, he will find opportunities to inspect, record the terrain and defense of each guard station, count the sergeants, firearms, etc., first of all, he must have a comprehensive understanding of Zhejiang's defense, and he can only take out things when he is really needed.

As for getting on Zhao Wenhua's ship now, it's just because the opportunity is really rare. He was convinced that firearms were the key to future warfare, just because the Ming soldiers did not have Tartar fierceness, nor did they have the fierce Japanese soldiers, nor did they have the Mongolian riding and archery skills, nor did they have the unreasonable sword skills of the Japanese. The only way to make them dare to go into battle and kill the enemy is to dominate the enemy from a distance of several miles and use their armed superiority to improve their combat strength and morale.

A strange man descended from the sky, he met Yang Changfan, a big official from the sky, and he met Zhao Wenhua.

Just as Li Tianzhong worried, the establishment of a firearms workshop in Zhejiang, whether it is the governor, the governor or the general soldier, should not be mentioned, but Zhao Wenhua, the waiter of the Ministry of Industry, did not have any problem, the cost of manufacturing firearms in the North and South Zhili Ordnance Bureau was inflated, and the transportation distance was long, and it was no longer able to meet the needs of the whole territory.

Yu Gong, it is highly efficient to manufacture weapons on the spot. For private purposes, Zhao Wenhua finally has a breakthrough to make a fortune in Zhejiang, and he has merit and things to do and get money, and he doesn't have to take the risk of defeating the army, this proposal is really in the middle of the heart.

It is as if in the modern world of the future, the most nourishing thing is never the General Staff, the General Political Department, but the General Logistics Department.

Watching Qi Jiguang ride away, all Yang Changfan had to do was wait, the only good news for him was that the Japanese were very interested in Jiaxing, but they were average in Shaoxing, which allowed him to have enough time to plan for the future.

His idea of doing these things is also very simple, these days the landlord and businessman are uncomfortable, there are vicious wolves like Mrs. Pang in the front, tigers like Hai Rui in the back, and there are unreasonable widows outside, there is really no sense of security, this is not a prosperous era at all, this is a troubled era.

In troubled times, you can only rely on yourself.

Yang Changfan stretched his waist, his mind was clear, and without Mrs. Pang making trouble in front of him, he could finally be happy in the future. Turning around, several skilled workshop leaders came over at some point.

"Young Master Yang, are you really sealed?"

"What Yang Gongzi! It's called Lord Yang! ”

The attitude of Emperor Pang Fetch of Lihai just now had an indescribable impact on the workers. can make Pang Yiyi bow his head like that, I really don't know how powerful Yang Changfan is. It seems that sending a letter is really a send-off!

"A few words are serious, a little sacrificial wine."

Several foremen looked at each other, and one asked, "It's a genuine official of the imperial court, right?" ”

Yang Changfan took out the tooth tag and shook it: "It should be." ”

This person stepped forward first, glared and said, "I beg Lord Yang to accept me as Ding!" ”

The rest of them also reacted and stepped forward and bowed together.

"What does this mean? Isn't that bad now? ”

"A few of us just discussed." The foreman said excitedly, "In the future, I just want to follow Lord Yang, and my lord nods, and we will be members of the Yang family in the future." ”

Yang Changfan immediately shook his head: "This matter is not appropriate, you are the people in the institute, the helpers are fine, it is not suitable to enter the Yang Mansion for me." ”

"We are not soldiers, we just want to live in peace!"

"Well...... Yang Changfan pondered for a moment, "In this way, I'll go back and talk to Lao Ding and Qianhu, and then say, I'm just a little from the seventh grade." ”

"Then thank you Lord Yang first!" As he spoke, the foreman took the lead in kneeling.

"Don't, don't!" Yang Changfan hurriedly stopped, "You are dozens of years older than me, I can't stand it!" ”

But he can stop one person, but he can't stop the one behind.

Seven or eight foremen knelt down without saying a word, and knelt on the ground with a brush.

It is difficult for modern people to accept this vision.

But Yang Changfan saw that there was nothing complicated in their eyes, just to survive and ask for a full meal. This meal was not given to them, the country did not give it to them, and they firmly believed that Yang Changfan could give it to them.

The only difference between yesterday's Yang Changfan and today's Yang Changfan is that there is an extra black gauze hat.

In their eyes, this black gauze hat is the only truth and the only way to live.

"Hurry up, please, I'm angry if I don't get up again." Yang Changfan made an angry face, "The work is not finished yet, what are you kneeling here for?" ”

Only then did a few people laugh and get up, and each went back to work.

"Alas......" Yang Changfan breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the table to drink a cup of herbal tea.

At this time, Qiao'er had already come over with a pot of hot water and pressed the cup in Yang Changfan's hand: "Drink it when it's hot, you want to have diarrhea?" ”

"I've never been sick." Yang Changfan laughed and looked at the people who were working, "These people are too exaggerated, they will get on my ship when they hear that I am an official." ”

"What's the solution, it's too late and there's no place." Qiao'er added hot water to the teapot and poured it for Yang Changfan again, "Don't talk about you, just talk about He Lang in the county, there are more than ten or twenty families at home." ”

"Why is he? I remember that according to the rules, my father can accept a maximum of 5, right? ”

"Who's going to care about those?" Qiao'er teased, "If you really follow that set of rules, the government should have arrested He Lang a long time ago and beat him!" ”

"Oh......" Yang Changfan thought for a while, and suddenly became happy, "If you say that, then He Yongqiang will suffer." ”

"How?"

"Hey......

In Huiji County, there is a mansion that is not much smaller than the county government, and there is one person in the hall, who is even more angry than Yang Shouquan, and the messenger from the government next to him does not dare to raise his head.

"What an egg! Dare to touch me? He Yongqiang didn't care about the presence of people from the government, so he scolded like this.

He Yongqiang does not have as much land as Yang Shouquan, but he has many people, whether in business or in the family, more than 20 slaves are busy, some from the underworld and some from the white way, which is indeed far beyond the regulations of the imperial court.

Since the beginning of Ming Taizu, the method of managing the country has been very pragmatic, and it has gone down to the grassroots level, which is two things - people and land.

We must control people, and we must look after the land.

People are divided into civilian households, military households, artisan households, etc., and they are not allowed to live forever.

The land is distributed to each household, and if there is land, there is servitude, and if there is servitude, there is a state.

Although Taizu's energy is close to that of a god, he is not a god after all.

The current emperor, on the other hand, is wholeheartedly devoted to becoming a god.