Autumn has arrived, and the sericulture period has finally ended. The technicians packed up and prepared to return to Lin'an. These people have been in the village for more than half a year, and although they also took time to go back to Hangzhou in the middle, they were finally able to go back this time, and they could see that everyone's smiles were from the heart.

"You've done a great job." As the village head, Hu Daquan naturally wanted to send wine to each other, "Come, let's do this glass first." ”

On the wine table were Hu Daquan, technicians, and heads of families in the village, and everyone toasted together to celebrate this beautiful year. This year's income of each family is between four and eight times that of last year, although the villagers did not pool the money to set up this banquet, all of them were paid by the village chief Hu Daquan for this banquet, but the villagers came to participate in the banquet in a very sincere mood. At first, they were very suspicious of the personnel sent by the government, but after half a year of hard work, the villagers sincerely thanked the technicians.

This one is also a toast, and that one is also a toast, and the technicians will soon be unable to bear it. Taking advantage of the fact that the technicians were dizzy, Hu Daquan asked: "These comrades, the coal used in the village before was given by the imperial court. I see that coal is on the list of newly established supply and marketing cooperatives. I don't know what's going on. Didn't the imperial court give coal in the future? ”

"No coal?" The young technician was dazed and didn't know what Hu Daquan was talking about.

"It's coal that burns lime and hot water." Hu Daquan tried his best to remind these dizzy technicians. Although they were not bad at work, they were warmly toasted by the villagers on an empty stomach, and they immediately showed a state of drunken cats.

Fortunately, the young man's alcohol consumption was not so bad, and someone still replied: "This depends on the imperial court." In Hangzhou, the family has always used money to buy coal, and this time the imperial court paid for everyone to use coal. I won't know about it later. ”

Hearing this, Hu Daquan hoped in his heart that this was not true. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that these technicians were drunk and dizzy, and get more information from them that he wanted to hear. However, these technicians didn't know so much, and the villagers had to go up to toast, and each of them stepped forward. Try to figure out some tips for raising silkworms.

By the time Hu Daquan found out that this wave of operations was a bit excessive, those technicians who were drinking on an empty stomach had already been poured out. Now there is no protagonist, and the villagers can only help the technicians into the house to rest first, and then eat and drink themselves. The atmosphere at the banquet was very happy, and the government gave money directly when it received raw silk, without making it difficult or in arrears. There were no fierce tax collectors running to urge money and food, so much money went directly into their pockets, and everyone felt happy in their hearts.

As for next year's events, the silkworm seeds have been left, and the bamboo utensils are all made by the villagers themselves, so making them is not a problem. The iron utensils were all hidden by the group, and as long as the government did not send someone to forcibly ask for them, these things belonged to the village. After mastering these technologies and equipment, everyone feels that they can cope with the situation next year on their own.

The more everyone chatted, the happier they became, full of pride in self-reliance. Hu Daquan saw that the villagers were so happy, but he felt faintly uneasy in his heart. If good times could come so easily, why hadn't there been such a situation in the past few hundred or thousands of years? Although it is not enough to ask the villagers to talk about Zhao Guanjia in everything, the current situation is inevitably the result of Zhao Guanjia's strong promotion. However, the villagers unconsciously leaked their thoughts about guarding against the government, which made Hu Daquan feel a little inexplicably wrong.

The villagers drank and went away. The next day, the technician, who had been overturned without eating anything, got up with a pale face. One by one, they hit their heads with their fists, and it seemed that they had terrible headaches.

Hu Daquan felt a little reluctant in his heart, but he still couldn't help but cliché. The part of the supply and marketing cooperative's list about coal made Hu Daquan feel very uncomfortable. Coal is a good thing, much better than wood and straw. Like the villagers, Hu Daquan steals the coal used to burn lime for his own use, and he has begun to get used to it. However, if you buy coal with money, will it be expensive? Is there a way to pick up the wool of the court like before?

The technicians didn't know the news at all, and they had a headache. Hu Daquan didn't get any news in the end. After another day, the technician who had finally recovered his strength left a message asking the villagers to send someone to the county seat on November 15 to receive sericulture training. Each village can send 10 people, male or female.

"It's impossible for us to come and raise silkworms with everyone every year, so we invite everyone to study in the county this year, and we won't be in the village next year."

After explaining the reason, the technician took the salute and left. Sending the technicians to the entrance of the village, Hu Daquan felt reluctant to give up, and sent a few more miles. Looking at the backs of those young people, the former squad leader felt a great loss. The backers he could rely on left, and the people who could really say something serious left. In the autumn wind, Hu Daquan only felt very lonely.

Feeling the autumn breeze blowing in from the window, Zhao Guan's family was in a very happy mood. There was good news everywhere, so much so that the Zhao family had to rank the reports before looking at the four reports.

The first to be picked up was a message from the Maritime Administration. After occupying the strait, the Great Song Dynasty established several ports in the strait, and the shipping routes were unimpeded. The fleet that has entered Tianzhuyang has reached a new high in terms of both number and tonnage.

The second is that the companies that produce steam engines have finally flattened their revenues. Under the strong demand, the mechanical power companies that used to rely on Zhao Jiaren's continuous investment to maintain their operations no longer lose money by selling equipment.

This is a continuous investment for 20 years, Zhao Jiaren looked at the earnings table, and the earnings of the four companies ranged from more than 2,000 to more than 4,000. Compared with the investment of 20 years, this surplus really does not arouse the slightest interest of Zhao Jiaren. He once thought that heavy industry could easily make money, but the facts taught Zhao Jiaren a good lesson, it is too difficult for capital, technology, and labor-intensive heavy industry to make money. Zhao Jiaren can't remember how many times he felt that victory was in front of him along the way, and all he can remember is that every expectation was disappointment in the end.

With a big sigh in his heart, Zhao Jiaren picked up the third report. In the past six months, the Great Song Dynasty has reclaimed more than 500,000 acres of pumpkin fields and corn fields south of the Yellow River. According to the report, each acre of land can provide more than 50 catties of crops. In other words, it can provide 25 million catties of food. An army of 600,000 men was able to fight on this food for forty to fifty days.

The land was reclaimed by refugees who fled north of the Yellow River to south of the Yellow River. For more than half a year, the Mongols used their best methods of slaughter to build a no-man's-land north of the Yellow River for about 100 miles. Most of the newly opened land south of the Yellow River was saved by the Hebei population of the Red Turban Army.

Now Zhang Shijie, Liu Chong, Lin Dengwan and other generals are leading the Red Turban Army to establish a line of communication in the no-man's land, crossing the no-man's land and fighting further north. Judging from the map, the Dadu regime was only 400 miles away from the advance of the Red Turban Army, and the Song army could cross this distance in eight days and reach the capital city.

Zhao Jiaren used to think that the people's war was very powerful, but after returning to the Song Dynasty, he felt that the people's war was just like that. The Mongols slaughtered countless people of the Great Song Dynasty, and the imperial court of the Great Song Dynasty also did its best to appeal, mobilize, and organize. However, it is of little use. What worked was only the well-organized and well-trained standing army under Zhao Jiaren, which defeated the Mongol army and various Song traitor troops.

However, the Red Turban Army made Zhao Jiaren see the power of the people's war. The turbulent war in Hebei was only the result of a half-hearted order by Zhao Jiaren to 'allow the people south of the Yellow River to take their relatives north of the Yellow River to flee the famine'.

In hindsight, this order was born out of human affection and imbued with a humanitarian spirit. There is no coercion or trafficking at the time of execution. The policy hits exactly what the people in Hebei need most.

However, Zhao Jiaren himself knew best that this was just a decision of his temporary pity. Among them, it is also a little bit mixed with the careful thinking that I hope to use this means to develop the intelligence network of the Great Song Dynasty in Hebei. I didn't expect that the Mongolian Imperial Court, which was still desperately using the people of Hebei to serve in the army soon, turned its face like a book, and in the blink of an eye, it used massacres to deal with the people of Hebei, so that the people of Hebei were forced to the side of the Great Song Dynasty.

Zhao Jiaren thought for a while, feeling that he alone did not have the ability to take everything into account. I wrote the label of 'Discussion at the Headquarters of the Jiaotong Society' and pasted it on the report.

The first three reports have been processed. Zhao Jiaren drank a cup of tea, settled down, and then opened the last report.

The header of the report reads, "Analysis of the Scope and Use of the Great Song Banknotes"

This is a report compiled by each bank. Because the money bank is in the currency business, they know the scope of the issuance of banknotes. According to the annotation under the previous introduction, Zhao Jiaren easily found the corresponding content. On a simple map of the Great Song Dynasty, circle the area where the banknotes are passed.

In the past, the Great Song Dynasty banknotes were only circulated in big cities, and even the big landowners did not use them very much. Now not only the big cities in the south of the Yangtze River are completely open to the payment of banknotes, but the county towns in the south of the Yangtze River are also within the scope of the use of banknotes. In addition to Jiangnan, Fujian, Jiangxi, Guangnan East Road, Lianghuai, these places are connected to the cable telegraph cities are also the use of banknotes. The cable telegraph allowed the bankers in these cities to provide a banknote service, which was limited to the delivery of banknotes. As a result, distant cities began to accept nationwide bills.

There is a lot of content in this report, Zhao Jiaren looked at it slowly, and before he knew it, the sky had darkened. Zhao Jiaren's daughter Zhao Min ran in and thoughtfully lit a candle for her father. Zhao Jiaren put down the report, he couldn't help but speak first, "Is there anything you want me to do?" ”

When he said that, Zhao Jiaren felt a little regretful. He had seen his wife turn a blind eye to his daughter's temptation for two days in a row, and finally Zhao Min, who refused to give up, put forward his request with great fear. Although he knew that he couldn't do it, Zhao Jiaren felt that this was the style of being a father.

Zhao Min pulled a stool to Zhao Jiaren's side, and said kindly: "Dad, the file is so thick, do you really know what you're talking about?" ”

"No matter how thick a document is, it has a theme. Take this one, for example. Zhao Jiaren knocked on the report in hand, "It actually talks about one thing, all commodities are depreciating against the currency. ”

Showing off his knowledge a lot, Zhao Jiaren looked at his daughter again, waiting for Zhao Min to say what she wanted to do.