Chapter 257 It’s allowed
Meng Changqing was still busy in the fields when he heard these words. It was from all directions that he came to spread the word.
"I asked people to rest in the front hall and sent some food over." Bafang went down to the field and planned to help Meng Changqing distribute the seeds.
Meng Changqing blocked his movement, "Stop being busy, go back and tell the messenger that I will go to the camp to find Captain Zhang tomorrow."
"Hey."
After Bafang left, Meng Changqing continued to work on the fields. Daliang was based on agriculture, and any development must be based on the people having enough to eat. Otherwise, the so-called development would be exploitation layer by layer.
But based on the current level of agriculture, it can be said that 95% depends on the weather.
If the harvest is good, the harvest will be good if the farmers take care of it. If the harvest is bad, the farmers will die from exhaustion and there will still be no harvest.
No one can be more stubborn than God.
The only thing Meng Changqing can do is to lead the people under his rule to do their best to do the five percent they can control.
Improve the columbine, raise cattle, and distribute agricultural tools to increase the labor force.
Reduce taxes and regulate food prices to increase people's enthusiasm for farming.
These things are simple to say, but they are actually very detailed and expensive to do.
Meng Changqing works hard, but still feels that she has not done enough, for fear of serious negligence. Recently, she has basically only done three things, recording the people's spring plowing, reading all the farming books she can find, and sitting in the study to think hard.
If someone from the military camp hadn't reminded her, she almost forgot about building the road.
It wasn't until sunset that Meng Changqing returned to the county office and had time to read Zhang Yuan's letter.
I had agreed with Zhang Yuan that she would not be able to provide anyone for road construction during the spring planting season. In addition, the military camp was such an important area that ordinary people were not allowed to approach it. Therefore, the construction of that section of the road required the military camp to provide its own personnel.
Now Zhang Yuan has written a letter asking her to send people there, not for her labor, but for money to build the road.
Meng Changqing's county government is currently very poor. Although there was some money and food to repay the principal last year, the money was not enough to pay off the debts of several other counties.
Lack of money is really a headache.
Meng Changqing really wants to know how other magistrates are corrupt? Where does the money come from? How come she has to put in even her own private money?
Is Beishan County too poor, or is she too stubborn?
She let go of the letter and sighed, "I'm still too honest."
Bafang, who was sitting opposite her, even forgot to stuff the chicken legs into his mouth when he heard this. What? His young master actually said that he was honest?
"Master, what was written in the letter?" Bafang asked carefully, what content made you have such outrageous thoughts?
"I need money. Tomorrow you call Brother Zuo and we go to the camp with me."
"Okay."
Meng Changqing put away the letter and was about to concentrate on eating when he heard familiar footsteps coming from outside the house.
It was Chu Mufeng who came over. Meng Changqing guessed that there was probably a reply to the letter sent a few days ago.
She hurriedly took a few bites of food, so as not to wait for bad news and be in no mood to eat.
There was still more than half of the rice in the bowl when there was a knock on the study door, "Mr. Meng, I have your letter."
Meng Changqing put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up to greet him and said to the door: "Master Bai, please come in quickly."
Chu Mufeng held a letter in his hand. The envelope was sealed with yellow wax. There was no word on the outside, but it was self-evident who the letter was from. "I have a reply from Shi Sheng Street from you." Chu Mufeng said and handed the thing to Meng Changqing.
"Thank you, Master Bai." Meng Changqing wiped his hands before taking it with both hands.
Meng Changqing read it without opening it when she got it. She was worried about whether the content in it would be beneficial to herself. Chu Mufeng thought that the content of the letter was top secret and he couldn't read it. Because he was here, Meng Changqing didn't open it.
He simply said: "Mr. Meng, please take your time. I have other things to do. I'll leave first."
After Chu Mufeng left, Meng Changqing still didn't open it.
Bafang came behind Meng Changqing and saw that she was frozen in place for a long time. He couldn't help but reached out and patted the person in front of him, "Master, what's wrong?" He didn't know what he was thinking, "Is this letter poisonous? ”
"No, I don't want to read it for now. Let's eat first." Meng Changqing put the letter under the paperweight on the desk and forced himself to finish dinner before opening it.
You can tell by touching it with your hands that the paper inside is very thin, and there is most likely only one piece of paper.
After taking it apart, it turned out to be true.
There was more than just a piece of paper, there was only one word written on it.
Allow
Meng Changqing stared at this word for a long time, and almost didn't recognize it when she saw it.
Called Bafang, who had returned from delivering the bowls and chopsticks, "Look at what this word means?"
"Yes, yes." Bafang didn't know at all that she had sent a letter to the capital, let alone that the word was written by the emperor, and they also didn't know about Meng Changqing's temptations and worries.
"Who wrote this letter to you?" Although Bafang didn't know the process, he had the brains. After a little inference, he said: "Could this letter come from the palace?" Bafang lowered his voice, "Is it His Majesty or His Highness? ”
"The Emperor's reply." Now that the matter had come to an end, Meng Changqing had no reason to hide it from the people around her and explained to all directions the reason why she sent the letter.
"It's really not easy for Brother Yang and the others. When he made a request, I naturally had to try my best to see if it worked or not. I can also take this opportunity to find out how much the emperor trusts me.
It seems pretty good now. Meng Changqing put the letter away carefully, "My years of flattery are finally of some use." ”
Meng Changqing couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and said to Bafang: "It's still early now. Go and call Captain Yang and tell him that I have good news to tell him."
After a while, Yang Zheng came over with his big teeth bared. As soon as he entered the door, he excitedly asked: "Sir, is that done?"
Meng Changqing did not show off, "Yes, if you want your family to come over, you can ask them to write a letter home and discuss it with their family."
"Hey!" Yang Zheng responded and was about to leave, but was stopped by Meng Changqing.
"There is no rush, there are some things that we need to make our brothers aware of in advance." Meng Changqing asked Yang Zheng to sit down first, and then said, "Although it is a good thing for brothers to be reunited with their families, we must also consider the situation of their families. If the family members are weak, For example, elderly people or young children cannot afford to travel long distances
Even if they manage to get here, they will inevitably get sick. Beishan County is short of doctors and medicines, so they may not be able to get timely treatment when they get here. ”
Meng Changqing said: "This is originally a good thing, but we are most afraid that a good thing will turn into a bad thing on impulse, so the letters home from brothers must be realistic and do not just persuade family members to come over.
To be honest, if you haven't been home for a long time, you really don't understand what's going on at home.
Why don't you send a few more letters to your family? You can make a decision after you get to know your family better. ”
Meng Changqing also promised: "As long as the brothers' family members come, Beishan County will always open its door, there is no time limit."