Cai Sichun walked into the Guixiang Room and saw a tall, fat man sitting in the room. The guy was wearing an ill-fitting cotton robe and a melon-skin cap on his head. He looked like a landowner who had just come out of the countryside.

Although Cai Sichun felt funny in his heart, he was extremely well-educated. When he walked into the room, he still smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Is this Zhao Fuxiang, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Fuxiang quickly stood up and clasped his fists and said: "The common people pay homage to Mr. Fuzuo!"

Cai Sichun smiled slightly, sat down on the chair in the middle, waved to Zhao Fuxiang to sit down, and then said: "Fu Zuo is the title of the scribe in the yamen. Brother Zhao is not from the yamen, so there is no need to call him that! I am a person of ethics."

Brother Zhao, you can call me whatever you want, Shan!"

He mentioned his cousin as soon as they met. This was all for Zhang Wenming's sake. Zhao Fuxiang is not stupid either. He definitely can't stand on the pot, table and kang and directly call someone Lunshan's wise brother. So Zhao Fuxiang said with a smile: "A commoner has no fame.

How dare you call me your honour!"

Cai Sichun was obviously stunned when he heard that Zhao Fuxiang had no fame. He didn't expect that his arrogant senior brother could actually make friends with ordinary people. If the letter hadn't been Zhang Wenming's personal letter, Cai Sichun would have suspected that Zhao Fuxiang was out to deceive under the banner of Zhang Wenming.

liar.

"Brother Zhao, I think you and my senior brother are completely unrelated to each other. How did you and my senior brother meet?"

Zhao Fuxiang laughed and said: "Mr. Cai, Cao Min is a businessman who came back from Nanyang. He met Brother Zhang at the Yuehai Building last night. Brother Zhang was moved by Cao Min's feelings of serving the country and the people, and he even became sworn brothers with different surnames!

"

Even if Cai Sichun was good at cultivating his qi, he was so shocked when he heard what Zhao Fuxiang said. He really couldn't figure out how his senior brother could become a sworn sworn brother to this layman?

Looking at Cai Sichun's expression, Zhao Fuxiang knew that this guy didn't believe him, so he stood up and walked to the middle of the room. He brewed his feelings for a while, and then pretended to be serious and said: "Master Cai, my ancestors went there in the early days of the Kingdom of China.

Luzon has accumulated family property for more than 200 years. Originally, he wanted to return to his motherland in the Central Plains to live, but when he returned to China, he discovered that the Central Plains was in ruins! Although the grassroots were far away from the Central Plains and in a foreign land, the elders in the family had always regarded themselves as Chinese orthodox

, it’s really heartbreaking to see the country in such a dilapidated state now!”

After Zhao Fuxiang finished speaking, he squeezed out two tears, and then continued: "The grassroots have made up their minds to do something for the country, but they have no way to serve the country, so they often cry secretly! I happened to meet my elder brother last night, and the grassroots came into contact with him.

Next, I found that my eldest brother also had the ambition to serve the country, but had no way to do so, so the two of us became sworn brothers by chance. At the same time, the eldest brother also added his good friend Chen Mingxia to the family.

, Chen Mingxia ranked second, the smallest grassroots, ranked last!"

Cai Sichun has been an official for ten years and has worked in both central and local governments. He is no longer the young man he was when he first started working. However, after listening to Zhao Fuxiang's emotional speech, he was indeed a little stirred in his heart. However, Cai Sichun would not be so hot-headed as to sworn sworn relatives with Zhao Fuxiang.

Stupid things.

Cai Sichun smiled bitterly and thought that this was in line with his senior brother's temperament, but it made Chen Mingxia miserable.

Chen Mingxia was Chongzhen's 16th-year-old junior high school student, and he was somewhat famous among scholars. Now that Zhang Wenming is implicating him, he is sworn to a businessman. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Cai Sichun sighed and asked: "In this case, Brother Zhao, how do you want me to help you?"

Zhao Fuxiang quickly sat down again, and then said: "Master Cai, there are tens of thousands of refugees outside the city now, and people die every day in the camp, but the government only opens a porridge shop every five days. The common people see that these refugees are pitiful, and want to ask Sir

Help and show these refugees a way to survive!"

Speaking of Cai Sichun, a refugee outside the city, he also had a headache. He was the same magistrate in charge of the government's financial affairs and civil affairs. This kind of relief for the victims was under his control. However, the vassal treasury in the government really had no money. If Cai Sichun hadn't found the rich man in the city last year,

The households asked them to donate food once, but the porridge that was held every five days could not be run.

Now that he heard that Zhao Fuxiang, the stupid big man, wanted to take care of these refugees, Cai Sichun stood up excitedly and said: "Brother Zhao, if you can give up some money and food to help these refugees, I will definitely write to the court and build you a charity house!"

What Cai Sichun is talking about is the memorial arch. This thing is somewhat like a certificate of honor issued by the government in later generations, proving what you have done for the country in a certain period of time. Zhao Fuxiang does not need this thing at all, and at the same time he does not want to spend too much money, so listen

After Cai Sichun finished speaking, he quickly said: "Sir, that's not what the grassroots people mean. Although the grassroots people have little property, they can't support tens of thousands of refugees! The grassroots people think about whether they can give these refugees a way to survive. These refugees live every day.

Relying on government relief is really not enough. As the saying goes, it is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish. Isn’t it better to let them work to support themselves? Please allocate hundreds of acres of government land to the grassroots people, and the grassroots people will have their own ways to accommodate them!"

Cai Sichun's heart dropped when he heard what Zhao Fuxiang said. It's not that he hadn't considered what Zhao Fuxiang said, but there were thirty to forty thousand refugees outside the city, and there were less than one hundred thousand people inside and outside the city. The number of people who could work for them was limited, and these

Work is monopolized by local dental gangs, and outsiders are not allowed to join in.

As for allocating land to these refugees, it is even more impossible. Hainan Island has been developed for hundreds of years, and basically all the land has its own owner. The government still has hundreds of acres of official land, but it has to support the government schools and middle schools every year.

Hundreds of talented people are already struggling, so the free land will be given to the refugees for farming.

"Brother Zhao, it's not that I and the prefect have not considered this, but there are too many refugees and the merchants in the city cannot accommodate them!"

After Cai Sichun finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that this guy wanted to drive the refugees into the mountains to compete with the Li people for land? This is even more impossible. Hainan Wei just suppressed the Li Dong rebellion in Danzhou more than 20 years ago. The relationship between Li and Han was already very tense. This

How can a critical issue add fuel to the fire?

"Brother Zhao, you must not take advantage of Li Dong. In the second year of Tianqi, the Li rebellion in Danzhou has just been suppressed. Now that the refugees are competing with the Li people for land, a second civil uprising must be provoked!"

Zhao Fuxiang was confused when he heard what Cai Sichun said. What did this guy say? Zhao Fuxiang quickly explained: "Sir, this is what the grassroots think. The grassroots want to resettle the refugees on the desert island at the mouth of the Nandu River. At the same time, the grassroots have several factories.

, more than a thousand refugees can be resettled, and in the future the grassroots can build more factories, which will naturally resettle more refugees!"

Cai Sichun felt relieved when he heard that Zhao Fuxiang wanted deserted islands instead of fertile land, and would not enter Li District to fight for land. He smiled and said, "This is a good thing, but what kind of factory are you building? Why do you need so many workers?"

Zhao Fuxiang smiled and said: "To be honest, ordinary people have methods of purifying frost sugar, so they can build several sugar factories. In addition to these ordinary people who have already built brick factories, they will also build an iron factory in the future!"

Qiongzhou Prefecture and Leizhou Prefecture face each other across the sea. The area of ​​Leizhou Prefecture is less than a quarter of that of Qiongzhou Prefecture, but the tax paid every year is several times that of Qiongzhou Prefecture. Naturally, sugar accounts for the first contribution.

Cai Sichun heard that Zhao Fuxiang could make white sugar, and this was a golden hen that could lay golden eggs. He quickly held Zhao Fuxiang's hand and said: "Brother Zhao, if you can really make frosting sugar, the prefect Zhou will also thank you! What's the problem?"

You can mention it directly to me!"

What Cai Sichun said is indeed true. After all, more tax revenue will lead to political achievements. The prefect is already a fourth-rank official, and if he rises further, he will be the chief envoy. If the prefect knows that Zhao Fuxiang has this ability, he can directly worship him.

It's all possible.

Zhao Fuxiang laughed: "Sir, there are indeed several problems. One is land. The sugar factory needs a lot of land, but Haikou is surrounded by military fields, so the grassroots would like to ask you to lease the desert island at the mouth of the Nandu River to me! The second is

Manpower, of course you are willing to help move the refugees outside the city, so this is not a problem! The third item is funds. The poor people have limited funds. I hope you can ask your Excellency to come forward and let some wealthy households in the city donate some!"

After hearing what Zhao Fuxiang said, Cai Sichun smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Zhao, it's no problem for you to give you a deserted island, and it's no problem to send people to help you move the refugees away, but it's hard to ask the rich households to donate money!"

Cai Sichun knew a lot about the virtues of these wealthy households in the city. Last time, he spent a long time and his lips were thin, just to persuade those iron roosters to donate a total of more than a thousand taels of silver. It was really difficult to get them to pay.

sky.

After Cai Sichun finished speaking, Zhao Fuxiang clapped his chest and said righteously: "Please rest assured, sir, the grassroots are willing to donate all the shares of the workshop. As long as anyone contributes money and efforts to help these refugees, they can claim part of the shares in the grassland. When the time comes, the workshop

You can get certain dividends from profits!”

If Cai Sichun was a little disgusted with the fat man in front of him just now, now he is full of admiration.

Cai Sichun stood up, bowed solemnly to Zhao Fuxiang, and said movedly: "Brother Zhao, I finally know why Brother Junfeng became sworn sworn friends with you! Compared with your profound righteousness, I am really ashamed.

Shameless!"

Later generations of prime ministers have a saying, touching people's souls is easy, touching people's interests is extremely difficult! Cai Sichun knows that anyone can say nice things, but it is difficult to get them to actually spend real money, but Zhao Fuxiang in front of him can

If you use all your family property to help the refugees outside the city, you can definitely be called a righteous gentleman!

Zhao Fuxiang's true intention was far less noble than what Cai Sichun said, and was even a little dark. So when he saw Cai Sichun treating him like this, Zhao Fuxiang was a little embarrassed, and quickly stood up and returned the greeting: "Sir, I am also a Chinese. I see my compatriots suffering.

I feel very sad. Although I don’t have much property, if I can do something, it’s worth it, and if I can save one person, it’s worth it!”
Chapter completed!