The spring is slow, the flowers and trees are lush. The warehouse is full of silhouettes, and the sugar is picked.

In the early March of Liao, the tender green branches and leaves have sprouted quietly. In the spring season in Liao, the hardworking people have begun to be busy in the fields again.

Zou Yan, Lu Zhonglian and others had just entered the Liaoxi County, Liang'an County, and clearly felt the difference between the people in Liao and the farming people in other places in Qi and Yan.

As people of this era, they attach great importance to farming than those in Ji Kang's previous life. Zou Yan, Lu Zhonglian and others got off the van, and looked at the busy scene in the fields, and showed intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Lu Zhonglian looked at the wider official road than other places in Yan, stamped his feet twice, nodded, showing a satisfied look. As an agricultural expert of this era, Zou Yan was even more eager to enter a field next to the road.

He ran to an old man who was driving a cattle to plow with a curved plow. Looking at the old man's operation, Zou Yan's eyes widened. The old man seemed to be accustomed to it, and ignored Zou Yan standing next to him and continued to drive the cattle forward.

After looking at it for a while, Zou Yan's voice trembled and said to the farmer: "Old man, what is it used?"

The old man glanced at Zou Yan, stopped, and said to Zou Yan, "Sir, have you just come to our Liao area?"

"Yes, old man. We just arrived in Liaodi."

"This is called Quyuan Pier, which was made by our little Junhou after he came to Liaodi last year. This is a good thing, and the farming speed is four or five times faster than before."

At this time, Lu Zhonglian also came to Zou Yan's side. When he heard this, his voice trembled: "Four or five times faster?"

The old man seemed to have seen a lot of this situation and smiled and said, "This is the farming speed of me, an incompetent person. Look, my son is faster than me."

Zou Yan and Lu Zhonglian took a look and found that a young man who was farming in a field not far away was indeed much faster than the old man.

Zou Yan and others naturally knew what this meant, and their eyes were red. How much more land should be cultivated and how much more grain should be produced!

Everyone gathered next to the curved plow, scaring the old cows that were plowing and mooed twice. What are so many of you doing? I am already very hardworking!

Zou Yan touched the curved plow, as if he was touching a peerless treasure.

"Dare you ask the old man, do you Liao land now use this kind of crooked plow to cultivate?"

The old man laughed: "Sir, as far as I know, our Liao land is cultivated with this kind of curved plow. After our little lord came to Liao land, we ordered the Liao land government to make this curved plow before spring sowing last year.

Let the government pay the money from door to door, and the government will first provide advance payments for the money used, and then only after three years can you collect the money you have paid more.

Who doesn’t want this good farming thing? I asked the carpenter in the village to create another one for my family, and my son uses it."

Lu Zhonglian then asked: "This old man, how much tax do you pay?"

The old man was even happier and laughed: "Our Yan State originally stipulated that the tax was paid 50% to the government, but after our little lord came, it was reduced to 40% last year.

This year, all harsh taxes were exempted, and even labor was paid. Even the wives at home were given cloth by the government, some clothes and other items they made were given money! To be honest, I lived in my fifties and had never seen such practices.

Now the family is not short of money and food, which is more than a year since our little Junhou came to Liaodi. The old men in the village said that if the days in the future will be better and better. Our little Junhou is not a loss for the people who descend to earth in the sky!"

Zou Yan was shocked: "What? Distribute cloth. Is there so much cloth in your Liao area?"

The old man even laughed and said, "Sir, what's so strange about this! According to the people, our little lord can all get water to make salt. What's the point of a little cloth?

Since the second half of last year, our little king has ordered that all people in Liao areas can use the proof of their registration in the government to buy one pound of salt every month for each merchant with two Ming knives, and adults can buy two cloths for forty Ming knives every year, and those without adults can buy one with twenty Ming knives.

Sir, don’t you think I’m still wearing patched clothes, but I also have two new clothes and two cloths made for the New Year at home! Now, who among the neighboring counties and counties doesn’t envy our people in Liao?”

After hearing the old man's words, Zou Yan and Lu Zhonglian's faces turned red.

Lu Zhonglian even murmured to himself: "It's so amazing! Get water to make salt, and get water to make salt!"

Turning around to Zou Yan, who was also stunned, said, "I really want to fly to Xiangping now and see what the little lord in the old man looks like!"

After saying goodbye to the old man, Zou Yan and Lu Zhonglian, who were sitting in the van, couldn't calm down and had not recovered from the message the old man had just told him.

Opening his closed eyes, Lu Zhonglian looked at Zou Yan, who was still thinking about him while closing his eyes, and followed the window toward the fields on both sides of the official road, listening to the laughter and joy of the people.

He said to himself: "It's only been a year! It can actually make the people of Liao so rich and worry-free. What a person he is? Is it really the stars in the sky that descend to earth as the people say?"

Ji Kang, who was in Xiangping City, Liaodong, had already received the news reported by the Intelligence Bureau and learned about the arrival of Zou Yan and Lu Zhonglian.

The smile on the little face never stopped. Regardless of Ji Mao and Huang Yong sitting next to him, he rushed to Ju Xin's arms sitting on the chair, and said with a choking voice: "Sir Ju Xiang, you invited Zou Yan and Lu Zhonglian. Thank you for your hard work! This is great, this is great."

In this era, talents were flowing. Not only did the king choose his ministers, but the ministers also chose his kings. In particular, excellent civil and military generals all followed the principle of "good birds choose trees to live in, and good ministers choose their masters to work" to choose the so-called wise masters.

People in the world look at you, are you a good king? The people look at you, are you a good prince? It depends on whether your subordinates have talents that can be praised. No! Sorry! You are not a good king, and you are not a good prince.

Jun Xiangju Xin naturally knew that he was as famous as himself, Zou Yan, who was called the "Four Famous Ministers" of Yan State by people today, and Lu Zhonglian, who was called the "national sage" by people today. The arrival of the two was in this era, the significance of the current Liao land and Prince Ji Kang.

Looking at the little Junhou who was choking like his grandson, he patted him gently twice with kindness. His eyes were red and he said slowly: "Young master, I'm here, I'm finally here. I'm relieved now."

Ji Mao and Huang Yong were also filled with joy when they saw this scene.

Standing up and taking a step forward, Ji Mao said to Ji Kang: "Young Master, the opera star, have you arranged people along the way to take good care of Mr. Zou Yan, Lu Zhonglian and others?"

Ji Kang raised his head and looked at the Ju Xin and said, "Jiu Xiang, what about your opinion?"

Ju Xin thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Young Master, there is no need to do this. Let Zou Yan, Lu Zhonglian and others walk around our Liao area and see. We will not send anyone to contact them, which will be better."

Ji Kang nodded and said to Ji Mao and Huang Yong: "Ji Bo, Huang Yong, just do as the drama's words. We will not make any arrangements or contacts. Let Zou Yan and Lu Zhonglian be at will!"

"promise".

The spring breeze is filled with spring outside the door, and the spring breeze gently blows the bells on the eaves of Junhou Mansion, making a pleasant "ding bell" sound.
Chapter completed!