Forced to farm for the princess

The pulse is steady and strong, it should be just a skin trauma, just a little tired.Wei Ruojin also felt relieved, "Who bandaged this for you?" It was pretty good.

"It's all skin wounds. Tomer bandaged me, and the medicine has been applied." Lin Heng smiled. He didn't wear the clothes on purpose, and he was waiting for Wei Ruojin to come back to look at them.

Wei Ruojin took it apart and looked at it. The knife wound was not deep, and it slanted across his chest. He leaned close to the wound and sniffed lightly. It was the same medicine that Chen Wei used, which was quite clever. "How did it happen?"

"The tool for making briquettes you want has been made, and I am trying it. I received news that the salt field was surrounded by people, so I took people there. People from the Wang clan came to say that they occupied their clan Let the Northwest Palace hand over the salt field." Lin Heng sneered.

"Is that where the Wang family belongs? Didn't the Lu family stay there all the time before? The Wang family can be regarded as a family for hundreds of years. There is no reason to be afraid of a Lu family. Why now..." Wei Ruojin thought for a while, and came to the northwest Afterwards, it was the Chen family who were running around all the time, making him forget about other aristocratic families.

"The Wang, Xie, and Li families rely on their identities and want to occupy a place in the northwest, but they refuse to let go of their dignity. In addition, there are people in the Lu family, so they naturally take a step back. Now that the Lu family is gone, they want to It is not difficult to incite some down-and-out children from several clans to make trouble."

"So you took a fancy to Xiyan, so you sent him back?" Wei Ruojin asked.

"Of course, I checked it out a long time ago. Although that place is in the Wang family's territory, it has long since lost its owner because it couldn't grow any food. When you said you wanted to make fine grains there, I had already taken it under my name." Lin Lin Heng looked at Wei Jijin, and said with a little aggrieved: "I was hurt, you didn't ask me a word, you just asked me trivial things."

Wei Ruojin choked speechlessly, didn't he rush back to make sure that his wound was all right, so he asked. "I'll ask the kitchen to stew a chicken for you, take good care of it."

Lin Heng felt that he was being perfunctory.

"You've been tired for so long, take a good rest and stop thinking about it." Wei Ruojin pushed Lin Heng onto the bed, not letting him move around; sure enough, a slight snoring sound came from after a while.

Because they just came to the northwest, there was no ice in the palace, and these ices were all bought from outside; Wei Ruojin didn't use much when he was alone, and this would make people add another ice basin; Lin Heng was reading a book beside him, while fanning lightly.

When Lin Heng woke up, he saw Wei Ruojin leaning against the bedposts and fell asleep, the fan in his hand was shaking from time to time, he smiled knowingly, sat up and stared at Wei Ruojin's face carefully.

Thinner and darker, he must have been very busy during this time.

Wei Ruojin's eyelashes trembled twice, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Lin Heng's enlarged handsome face. "Are you awake, are you hungry?"

In the evening, Lin Heng ate twice as much dinner as usual, and while eating, Wei Ruojin talked about what he had done these days when he was away,

Lin Heng said: "Is the valley you mentioned big enough? If it's big enough, I'd like to do something else. It should be fine to put the casting furnace at Zhuangzi's side. That's my place."

"The place is huge, do you think..." Wei Ruojin glanced at Lin Heng, "Training soldiers?"

"Those who know me, Ah Jin also." Lin Heng smiled, "I will ask His Majesty's important people in the paper again, and these people alone are not enough."

"I'm also worried about the lack of manpower, and there are too few people who can do things, especially in Pinghe Town, where there are almost no people, and the fields have to be counted again." Wei Ruojin was thoughtful, "The most important thing for farmers is the fields. , if the farmers are willing to come, can they let the fields they reclaim belong to themselves?"

Thinking of future generations, Wei Ruojin stood up and walked to his usual desk, "No, but they can be exempted from taxation for the first three years, and they will own as much as they plant. The land must be in our own hands."

After speaking, pick up the pen and start writing.

Lin Heng didn't bother him anymore, and sat down to the side to start writing notes.

Xin Yi started to clear the table.

It has been almost half a year since the governor of the Northwest has been vacant. It is estimated that there will be a quarrel in the capital. It can be seen from the siege of the salt field by the royal family that he must protect himself. In addition to the Northwest Army, he also needs a group of only The elites who obey him and A Jin.

His fingers tapped on the case table, should we start the matter that was handed over to Chen Wei before?

"Look at it." Wei Ruojin wrote down his preliminary thoughts, and Lin Heng took it over, and the more he read it, the more serious he became.

"Although your idea is good, it is difficult to implement it. Those fields belonged to their ancestors, and they want to be owned by the imperial court..." Lin Heng denied his idea.

"I also know, how can the wealth accumulated by generations of those families be handed over to others, I just thought so. Therefore, all the wasteland reclaimed by farmers, all the harvest in the first three years belongs to them. Taxes, When the time comes, let’s look at Zhuangzi’s harvest.”

"In my spare time, I checked the taxation of farmers in the northwest. Those who have land can say it, save some surplus grain, but not much; but most tenants have to pay rent after taxation. Don't talk about surplus grain, no It would be good to starve to death." Wei Ruojin said.

Lin Heng was a little surprised, "You still want to change taxes, Jin, you really surprised me."

Wei Ruojin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. Indeed, what he said seemed to be tax reform. "I haven't really thought about taxation, but I think that the increase in farmers' income will increase the circulation of goods, so the taxation of merchants can almost be changed."

What Wei Ruojin said was simple, but Lin Heng heard a lot, "These all need long-term thinking. However, we can start with the farmers you mentioned. Tomorrow, I will ask the prefect to post the notice at the gate of the city."

After pondering for a moment, he said, "I'd better wait for things like taxation to get on the right track. The most important thing right now is the salt."

Salt has been controlled by the imperial court since ancient times, but now the salt in the northwest is priced by caravans. The price is still so low, and private salt dealers must be rampant.Fortunately, there is not much salt released in the northwest for the time being, and there is no problem at all with a little control.

"The reason why I lowered the salt price was not to let private salt dealers make money. Leave this to me." Wei Ruojin had a plan in mind, "As long as you give it to me."

Lin Heng smiled again, "You."

"Stop talking nonsense, go take a shower, and I'll give you the medicine again."

Within two days, a shop opposite Xinglin City Medicine Hall opened quietly, with a bamboo sign in seal script and a wooden sign carved with bamboo patterns hanging at the door.

There are not many things sold inside, there are fine salt, tea oil, and a small amount of corn and sweet potatoes, the prices are not high, but the shopkeeper is deserted and dozing off behind the counter.

Zhu Cheng stared at the sign at the door for a long time, even if his palm was pierced by a nail, when he turned his head, an identical sign was hung at the door of the medicine hall.

His heart was shaken, and he wondered whether he should meet the person who owns this brand, but in case...

He had seen the sign displayed by the Northwest Palace earlier, so he decided to stay in the Northwest, and the caravan was taken out by others; now it is completely certain that the person who owns this sign must be in the Northwest Palace.

There is only one person surnamed Wei in the Northwest Palace.

"Shopkeeper, what are these?" Zhu Cheng entered the shop.

The shopkeeper hurriedly got up and said, "This is corn. Its yield is higher than that of millet, and it is very good when ground into flour. However, we don't have much of it, so it can only be used as seeds."

"This is a sweet potato. The yield is much higher than that of this corn. It's full of stomachs and can be eaten in a variety of ways. It tastes sweet."

Zhu Cheng smiled and said, "Is this also a seed?"

"Of course it's not a seed, and it can be used as a seed, but if you want to plant it, you have to go to the palace to ask. Many farmers have planted it." The shopkeeper didn't think he was talking too much.

"Give me two of these sweet potatoes." The high-yielding fine varieties have long been rumored in Xinglin City, but the Northwest Palace has been silent, and no one dared to dance in front of them.

So I went to harass those who had planted, and those who hadn't seen it shook their heads, but those who had seen the harvest on Zhuangzi were full of confidence.Coincidentally, he also bought two to go back and try.

Zhu Cheng returned to the residence with two sweet potatoes. According to the shopkeeper, one was thrown into the fire to simmer, and the other was cut into slices and steamed.

Peel off the outer skin, the inside is yellow and clear, very beautiful, the entrance is indeed sweet and soft, and it has a very pleasant smell.

Zhu Cheng felt that it was time for him to find a chance to visit the Northwest Palace.

Notices were pasted on the gates of the four cities of Xinglin City. Not only was there reclaimed wasteland, the wasteland would not be taxed for three years; another item was the price of fine salt, which attracted cheers from the people.

Lin Heng and Wei Ruojin couldn't hear the cheers at this time.If Wei Ruojin hadn't been reminded by the system that his points had increased again, he wouldn't have noticed at all.

They are also busy with the casting furnace on Zhuangzi's side. When Lin Heng said he wanted the valley, the location of the casting furnace was chosen fifty feet away from the river. fire.

"Ah Jin deserves to be well-read. These thoughtful ideas save a lot of time, and the bricks are hard enough."

"If you use boiled rice soup and mud, the bricks will only be harder," Wei Ruojin said.

Lin Heng's eyes lit up, "If this is the case, it will be even more difficult to break through the city gate in the future."

Wei Ruojin smiled and said nothing, gunpowder can destroy it, as long as he thinks, he can always find a way to destroy the city; but, for the time being, he doesn't want to tell Lin Heng about it.

At this time, the reaction of the capital was beyond everyone's expectation. Lin Heng did not expect that Lin Guang would suspend the position of governor of the Northwest in a fit of rage because he thought that several major forces were arguing too much in the court. Lin Heng took office.

When Lin Heng received the news, he breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time, he was afraid that the eldest prince would not let him go, but he was fledgling; earlier, Di Rong asked him to train himself It should not fall on deaf ears.

He didn't let Wei Ruojin know about the worries behind this, but with his intelligence, he probably could figure it out; when he found Wei Ruojin, he was staying in the craftsman's room.

Looking at the rows of carved wood, Wei Ruojin brushed Mo and tried it with cloth, but the effect was not satisfactory, the color was uneven, and some words were printed into a paste, making it impossible to read.

"It's not bad that you have done this, although the effect is not as good as I want. Tomorrow you can take a day off, and if you need to go out, ask the butler Shang to pay some money." Wei Ruojin is not in a hurry, he has not yet exchanged the paper-making method Woolen cloth.