Nanzhou is indeed not a very good place, but its desolation makes it an unpainted canvas in Mo Chuchen's eyes.

No matter what he tosses out, it will never cause any unexpected trouble.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one cared about the situation in Nanzhou, Mo Chuchen went further and further in the business development game.

From the beginning when he was running the prefecture, and later when he was farming and making cotton-padded clothes for all, no one would object to anything he did as long as he had enough funds.

With this shareholder style, Mo Chuchen naturally became prosperous in Nanzhou, and by the way, he also developed Nanzhou's business.

There is a small country not far from Nanzhou. It is a weak dependent country. Because of the remote location and harsh environment, there are not many patrol troops on the border. Most people go around the border as a routine.

Mo Chuchen sold cotton-padded clothes and potatoes to country xxx, and in the name of trade, he attracted many new merchants in Nanzhou. That small country was very interested in the magical potatoes and cotton, and was naturally not stingy with flowers in the transaction.

Import their seeds at large prices.

After Mo Chuchen finished struggling with food and cold resistance, he began to worry about letting people build greenhouses and glass houses, and publicize it to the outside world. As long as they are completed, everyone can eat fresh food even in the season of heavy snow.

vegetable.

Although most people in Nanzhou expressed doubts about this statement, considering that the wages paid by the prefect were so high, they naturally would not say anything that would harm the scenery.

If someone gossips behind their backs, and the eunuch becomes angry and refuses to do anything, wouldn’t they lose their wages?

Ordinary people only want to make money, but martial arts people are full of curiosity about the governor of Nanzhou. They have sneaked into the governor's house countless times, and have been assassinated by various agencies and weapons countless times. All kinds of evidence show that the governor of Nanzhou is.

A master with strong martial arts skills and proficiency in various weapons.

Especially the emergence of the war crossbow, its simple operation and dangerous lethality have refreshed everyone's understanding of weapons.

"It's a pity that your mother doesn't seem to be happy to come to Nanzhou."

In the study, Mo Chuchen looked at Wei Lin's letter in his hand. It briefly explained the situation in Quancheng. He also explained a few words about the fight for the merit badge. Because of Nian's father-in-law's decision, the merit badge finally moved into the Wei family's old house.

The matter was settled.

Wei Peng was so anxious about this incident that he fell ill.

During this period, Wei Ran took over the family business. Because he was not tactful and short-sighted, he accumulated a lot of unnecessary money-losing goods. After Wei Peng recovered from his illness, he finally made up his mind to let his legitimate son take over the business affairs.

He suddenly stopped thinking about that aspect.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm just a concubine after all." Wei Ce didn't force it. His mother's character was such that she would rarely be bold once in her life.

Just when Wei Ce was about to speak, he heard footsteps outside the door and hurriedly disappeared.

"My lord, the magistrate of xx County, would like to see you."

The skinny butler spoke softly at the door.

He is a down-and-out scholar that Mo Chuchen found from the local area.

His surname is different, and everyone calls him "Don't take care of the house."

Although the housekeeper looks like he is seventy or eighty, he is actually only in his twenties.

When Mo Chuchen came to Nanzhou, his so-called prefect's mansion was actually not as dilapidated as Mo Chuchen's manor in Jiangnan Quancheng, and there were not even one or two servants.

Except for the local aborigines, those who can be assigned here can rarely stay here for a long time. Most people can't stand it after living for a month or two, retire and return to their hometowns, and find ways to escape.

In order to keep his residence from being too deserted, Mo Chuchen spent a lot of money to buy slaves and hired several local scholars to serve as housekeepers and other civil servants.

It was at that time that the housekeeper was brought to the prefect's mansion by Mo Chuchen.

In Nanzhou, it is really hard to find scholars. There is a strong culture of emphasizing martial arts over literature. It is difficult for weak scholars to survive the cold winter and the bad environment.

The highest level of scholars that Mo Chuchen could find was a scholar, who practiced martial arts at home and took exams to gain achievements.

"Master, there are quite a few county magistrates here today." The housekeeper said in a low voice, "I asked them all to wait in the hall."

Nanzhou's infrastructure is not as good as other states, and Mo Chuchen's prefect's mansion doesn't have many rules. Anyone who wants to see him will always wait in the lobby.

….

When Mo Chuchen arrived at the hall, he happened to see five or six county magistrates sitting in the hall having a heated discussion.

Most of these county magistrates are young faces who were sent here because they made mistakes or offended their superiors.

In the beginning, they were just eating together and waiting to die.

After all, few people here listen to them, and those who behave themselves here won't listen either. In addition, the court doesn't pay attention to it, so there is no direction for trying hard.

It's different now.

The newly arrived governor won over many aboriginal tribes with the prospect of food and clothing, and used war crossbows to scare the martial arts people who fled to the sky.

Nanzhou has finally changed slightly from a barren land.

"My lords, why are you making so much noise so early in the morning?"

Mo Chuchen sat on the main seat, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, his whole personality was weak and undisciplined.

These young county magistrates were actually stronger and more rugged than him.

At first, they thought that their boss, who looked like a scholar at first glance, would give up his burden and run away.

Unexpectedly, after more than a year, the scholar still looked polite and polite, but Nanzhou was no longer the Nanzhou it used to be.

"Prefect, we don't have to argue."

The county magistrate with a small goatee pointed at a dark-faced colleague next to him and yelled:

"Mr.

Mr. Xie was kind enough to rob our cotton and send it directly to the border troops."

"Mr. Li, what are you talking about? This cotton is not grown by your county family. Besides, the frontier soldiers are protecting their homes and the country. We cannot let them wear reed catkins that are not very warm during the winter."

Magistrate Xie spoke with righteousness and retorted: "Not to mention cotton, your county was the first to open trade with country xxx. The people have no worries about food and clothing. How dare you care about that cotton?"

"Okay, Mr. Xie, Mr. Xu, it's just a small matter for you, just coordinate it yourself. Only our county has big problems."

A black and tall county magistrate with a long beard stood up. His face was three-dimensional and looked different from most people. He was the county magistrate of a local tribe.

"Sir, according to the rules in previous years, any family that paid more than ten cents in taxes to the court could receive three kilograms of grain.

Now I can see that the lives of people in other counties are getting better and better.

It was a cotton coat and cotton trousers, and I heard there were charcoal fires in winter.

Many tribes began not to pay taxes.

Unless you give them cotton clothes and potatoes."

These so-called rules are something used by the imperial court to enhance their sense of presence.

In previous years, Nanzhou was in a terrible state, and the imperial court saw that it couldn't collect taxes anyway, so it offered small favors to win people over.

Who knows, this will actually increase the appetite of many tribes.

If there are not enough things, they will absolutely ignore the imperial court. Anyway, Nanzhou is easy to defend and difficult to attack, so you can just run away.

"Did they participate in farming, or in the construction of weapons or glass?"

Mo Chuchen didn't get angry when he heard this, he just asked calmly:

"Only those who have participated in these household registrations can get subsidies. Mr. Ni, can you see which one is suitable?"

"I don't think any of them are qualified."

Magistrate Ni is extremely familiar with the area under his jurisdiction.

Of those who are making trouble, who is not trying to get something better by paying ten cents?

They will not go down the mountain easily, and naturally they will not sign up for those activities in Nanzhou.

"That's great. Take it or not, and Nanzhou's tax revenue won't be ten cents less than theirs."

Mo Chuchen said there was still a sense of disgust here, trying to get something for nothing and yet being so confident, what's wrong with it?

"……."

Magistrate Ni didn't say anything to persuade him, he just sat quietly beside him and sipped tea.

He has also witnessed the changes in Nanzhou.

As for those people under his jurisdiction, they have no other abilities, but their ability to enjoy the benefits is explosive.

But if you really don't care, I'm afraid there will be trouble.

There was a glint in Magistrate Ni's eyes. He didn't want to get involved, otherwise it would be difficult for him to do both.

"By the way, a few months ago, didn't the prefect have people transport fertilizers, potato seeds, and seventy or eighty piglets for Mr. Ni to share with others to raise? Why are there still riots?"

After all, Mr. Xie was too upright and asked without mercy: "Is Mr. Ni greedy for ink?"

"Nonsense."

Magistrate Ni, who had just drank a cup of tea, almost choked and shouted quickly, his face turned livid with anger.

"If not, where did the things the prefect gave me go?"

Everyone stared at Magistrate Ni eagerly.

"I haven't eaten yet."
To be continued...