After seeing the two family members leave with the eldest girl, Yang Feng said to Xia Dayan, Ding Youwen and Tu Hongliang: "Several adults, you have also seen it. Tens of thousands of people gathered here, many of whom were young and able-bodied. And some people are self-assured of their strength, and there are always things that bully women and children.

And the number of officials here is also less, although Ben Hou also sent some sergeants to maintain order, but as the saying goes, only a thousand days to be a thief has no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days, so Ben Hou thought that it was better to send them to Taiwan as soon as possible and let them settle down as soon as possible. ”

Xia Dayan nodded and said: "Master Hou is reasonable, tens of thousands of people staying here for a long time does bring hidden dangers to public security, and they should be sent away as soon as possible, but Lord Bi shirked that Taiwan is not ready yet, and hopes to let these people stay here temporarily." ”

"Humph!"

Ding Youwen, the political envoy, sneered: "Lord Bi doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks, of course he wishes that these people stay with us for as long as possible, and he doesn't know how happy he is to have us raise these people for him." ”

Ding Youwen's complaint is not unreasonable, tens of thousands of people are stranded outside Xiamen, and the daily consumption of grain alone is not a small amount.

Although Yang Feng, the landlord of the land, contributed a part, but the Fujian government as a landlord naturally could not stand idly by, these days Xia Dayan and Ding Youwen transferred 15,000 taels of silver and more than 100,000 catties of grain from the treasury to help these people.

Helping other people's people with their own food and money is not easy for anyone. The phrase sacrificing oneself for others is easy to say, but it is not so simple to do, which is also the reason why Ding Youwen is unhappy.

Yang Feng waved his hand: "Lord Ding, you can't say that, after all, it's not easy for them to be Lord Bi, everything has to start from scratch when they first arrive in Taiwan, let's help a little bit." ”

Without waiting for Ding Youwen to speak, Yang Feng said again: "Everyone has seen what happened just now, and it is not a way for those people who have just migrated to have nothing to do every day, Ben Hou thinks that it is better to find something for them to do, so that the people will not be idle, and secondly, they can also find a way to make a living, what do you adults think?" ”

Xia Dayan nodded slowly: "This is a good way." ”

Tu Hongliang asked: "But there are tens of thousands of people here, what kind of livelihood can make tens of thousands of people work together?" ”

"Well, that's a real problem." Ding Youwen also nodded.

In the era when the productive forces were not developed, the lives of the vast majority of people revolved around the fields, even in Jiangnan, where the handicraft industry was relatively developed, and it was not easy to settle tens of thousands of people at once.

"It's easy to do!"

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng waved his hand indifferently.

"Just let them all go and build roads."

"What...... Road? ”

"Not bad...... It's about building roads. ”

Yang Feng's eyes looked bright.

"Ben Hou has been in Fujian for more than a year, and the biggest feeling is that the roads in Fujian are too poor, even the official roads are in disrepair, and it is almost a pit when you step on it, so it is not good.

Therefore, the official thinks that the official road from Xiamen to Fuzhou can be repaired again, whether it is widened or renovated, if all the official roads in Fujian can be repaired, then it is a rare good thing for both the people and the government. ”

"But where does the money come from?" Ding Youwen raised the most critical question.

Yang Feng replied: "Since it is an official road, it is a matter for the big guys. Ben Hou thinks that you can mobilize our gentry and businessmen in Fujian to jointly contribute money and efforts to repair the official road together. ”

Listening to Yang Feng's words, Xia Dayan and the others all looked embarrassed.

Since ancient times, it is a great thing to build bridges and pave roads, and they naturally can't go against the grain, but there are more than 500 miles from Xiamen to Fuzhou, and this repair is not half a year or even a year to complete, and the silver needed at that time is more.

Seeing the look of embarrassment in the eyes of the three of them, Yang Feng smiled and said, "Lord Xia, Lord Ding, it's not so troublesome to repair the official road, have you forgotten the things called cement that the official got a few days ago?" If you use this thing to build roads, what do you think? ”

"Cement?"

When Xia Dayan and the others heard this, their eyes lit up.

They still clearly remember the sensation caused by the official debut of cement a year ago, and it was even praised by those craftsmen as something that could bring earth-shaking changes to the Ming Dynasty.

With this thing, whether it's building a house, building a city wall, or anything related to architecture, it will become a breeze.

People no longer have to work hard to find big trees to make beams to build houses, they can build houses into any shape, and when building city walls, they can also use this cheap cement instead of spending a lot of glutinous rice to stir the Sanhe soil.

It can be said that with cement, many things that were previously difficult to do will become easy.

"It's really much more convenient to use cement to pave the road." Ding Youwen first praised it, and then said: "But if it is used to build roads, then the cement needed is too much, can the cement workshop you open meet such a big demand?" ”

"Of course not."

Yang Feng shook his head, earlier this year he set up a cement factory near Xiamen.

Of course, it is not so much a cement factory as a workshop, with a monthly output of less than 2,000 tons, which is even worse than a small cement factory run by the village in later generations, but Yang Feng has no choice, in this era when there is no electricity and all human and animal power, it is good to have such an output.

With such a small output, it is enough to build a house and build a bridge on weekdays, but if you want to build a road, it is far from enough.

It's just that after finishing speaking, Yang Feng saw the sly look that flashed in Xia Dayan's eyes, and he laughed in his heart: "Lord Xia, I'm afraid you said this because the drunkard didn't mean to be in the bar?" ”

Xia Dayan also smiled: "Master Hou is really wise, I can't hide this from you." To tell the truth, Xia Guan did have some careful thoughts. ”

Yang Feng: "What do you mean?" ”

Xia Dayan pondered his language for a while, and said slowly: "Xia Guan thinks that since the road is going to be repaired, the demand for cement is bound to increase greatly, and your workshop alone will not be able to meet the needs of road construction. ”

After speaking, Xia Dayan looked at Yang Feng with some concern, for fear that this master would suddenly get angry.

As the reputation of cement gradually spreads, the sales of cement have begun to increase gradually, this is a good time to make a fortune, Xia Dayan's proposal is simply to make Yang Feng rich, and he has to be anxious to change someone.

However, Yang Feng was angry, but he pondered for a while before saying: "It's not impossible to publish the production recipe of cement, but it's not gratuitous, I hope you can figure this out." ”

"It's nature!" Xia Dayan's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

What are you kidding, Yang Feng dares to take advantage of it, he is impatient.

Otherwise, the cement has been out for almost a year, and the workshop has not taken any confidentiality measures, but why has no one dared to follow the trend and imitate it so far? Isn't it because of fear of Yang Feng's revenge?

At this time, Yang Feng stretched out a finger and said to Xia: "Lord Xia, you can go and tell those businessmen who want to imitate cement, you can imitate cement." Ben Hou can even send the recipe, but each workshop has to pay me two thousand taels of silver per year.

Of course, whoever doesn't want to pay it can do it, but the consequences are at their own risk! ”

The previous words are very peaceful, but the last sentence has an eerie flavor.

"Two thousand taels of silver."

Xia Dayan groaned, and he was secretly calculating the accounts in his heart.

Nowadays, on the market, the price of a bag of 100 catties of cement is 50 yuan, and the profit should be about 40%.

The annual profit of a cement workshop with a monthly output of 2,000 tons should be tens of thousands of taels, and the usage fee of 2,000 taels of silver is indeed not high, but he still can't figure it out that Yang Feng can make money from various cement workshops every year without doing anything.

However, this emotion was quickly left behind by him, he wanted to make money but didn't want to pay the price, how could there be such a good thing in the world, and more importantly, it was not his own money, what heart did he bear.

"Okay...... The matter was thus decided, and two days later, the lower officials summoned the gentry and merchants from all over the country to discuss the matter. ”

The matter was quickly settled, and everyone made another round before returning home......

Two days passed in a flash, and on the morning of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the ship carrying Zheng Toniang also arrived in Xiamen under the escort of two fifth-class warships.

Yang Feng was naturally very happy to meet again after a few months of separation, especially when he saw his son who had just fallen asleep after eating in Zheng Tuoniang's arms, the excitement in his heart was even more indescribable.

Although Yang Feng, who grew up in modern society, is not a patriarchal person, for people in this era, having a son is considered to be incense, otherwise even if he gives birth to more daughters, he will make wedding clothes for people.

When you learned that Zheng Toniang gave birth to a boy, the happiest person was not Yang Feng, but his subordinates. Because for them, Yang Feng has a son, and their next generation can be regarded as having an object of continued loyalty, which is the most important thing.

Nine years of weather have passed like this, but after Yang Feng woke up, the time had come to the tenth year of the Apocalypse.

As soon as he woke up, Yang Feng saw a long black and beautiful hair covering his chest, and the lineman was sleeping soundly on his chest.

And his own Xiao Yang Feng fell into a moist and warm place.

As soon as he lifted the quilt, he saw a beautiful figure lying underneath, his head fluttering differently.

Sensing that the quilt was lifted, Haoshou stopped moving, raised his head, revealed a gorgeous and incomparable face, and smiled at him softly.

"Happy New Year, Xianggong!"