Rongcheng County is below Dingxing County and is adjacent to Baoding Prefecture City.

Because of this, this place has become the western gate of Baoding Prefecture.

At this time, dust is everywhere here.

Because I borrowed money from Xishan Money House and built the roads of Xingzi Baoding Prefecture City and Dingxing County, although the roads were not fully completed, it was already a new atmosphere at this time.

Countless merchants flocked in.

After all, although in the new policy area, merchants need to pay taxes, there are many opportunities.

Everything is in trouble, and the profit is particularly high.

Workshops were built directly.

In order to rush work, many workshops are temporary sheds, recruiting personnel and raw materials, and starting production.

The environment here is extremely bad.

But there are young people everywhere, looking for jobs, and brokers are looking for opportunities like flies.

The merchants worked tirelessly and came here and began to get familiar with the environment everywhere.

The county government officials are already busy.

Because the county government collected commercial taxes and had money, it was no longer up to ordinary people to serve, but instead recruited a large number of officials. In the past, those illiterate people were all over the group of young people who were quite energetic and could barely read and write.

These people have the energy and can learn.

Of course, most importantly, they have hope.

My superiors were promoted by the minor officials.

If you do well, wouldn’t you have the chance to become a lieutenant, or even a lieutenant and a chief clerk, or even a county magistrate and a county magistrate...

Because of this, many people who have read books are willing to enter the yamen. Originally, this yamen runner was called a lowly official, but now his status is different.

The six wards in the county need to be in charge of many things, from patrol to investment, to measuring land, collecting taxes, and even going to the countryside, coordinating various construction sites, and even maintaining transportation.

In the past, the regime did not go to the county, but now, there are too many new things that have been created, and someone must coordinate and manage them.

These county officials are also absurd and rely entirely on their own to caress.

Fortunately, the county magistrate Liang Min is a smart and capable person. He climbed up step by step from the minor official and followed Ouyang Fujun. He was very adept at such things. No matter what the minor official did, he could hide it from him. He should do anything. Sometimes he was helpless, so Liang Min had to do it himself, just like taking a group of elementary apprentices.

Changcheng's fellow villagers were not in Rongcheng County, but more than ten miles outside the county town. Although the road was open here, it seemed deserted. The land was flat and the workshops rose up one by one, because it was too late for all the workshops to settle in, which seemed a bit desolate.

Chang Cheng led Emperor Hongzhi and others to a wooden workshop.

Outside the workshop, an old man was drinking tea with a big pottery bowl while looking leisurely.

When he saw Chang Cheng, the old man actually recognized him and said in a Tongzhou accent: "Oh, Chang Cheng, are you here too?"

"Here, come." Chang Cheng was particularly kind after hearing the local accent.

The old man hurriedly led him to the doorman and asked them to sit down, and then he flew into the workshop as if he was about to fly.

In a moment, seven or eight people came out. Obviously, they were all from Tongzhou and had some relationship with Chang Cheng.

The leader, wearing a half-old man's shirt, looks like a merchant, but is also dusty. This is the common image of the workshop owners here in Baoding.

While staying in the workshop every day to urge production, we have to discuss business with others, and we are exhausted every day, especially since the demand has increased recently. If we produce an extra batch of goods, we will make more money. Time will not wait for others and cannot wait. Therefore, these people are all in a hurry.

When the man saw Chang Cheng, he stepped forward: "I knew you were coming too. Dogs, and I urged you several times, but I didn't see you. Can you still live in Tongzhou? Follow me and keep your strength and be able to make enough food and clothing. Come, Lao Liang, tomorrow you will teach him how to paint. Now that I lack personnel, I can't recruit people. If I don't deliver the goods, it's all."

The workshop owner was so anxious that his eyes were red.

There are many workshops and construction sites now. Small workshops like him are in the suburbs of the city. How could they compete for those large workshops? They can’t recruit people? Now that Chang Cheng is here, he seems to feel that his career has another feather. Although it is not like a tiger, he also feels that he is about to fly.

His eyes passed through Chang Cheng and saw Emperor Hongzhi and Fang Jifan.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up.

He stepped forward: "These are Chang Cheng and friends, they are all from our Tongzhou, right? Oh, sir... sir... are scholars?"

Emperor Hongzhi wore a half-old piece of Rushan.

Suddenly, the workshop main cried and grabbed Emperor Hongzhi's hand intimately: "Sir... where is it? Sir, go, talk inside, talk inside."

Wang Shouren and others all had their faces tense and showed a nervous look.

The workshop owner was in his thirties and looked at Wang Shouren again, "This gentleman is also a scholar?"

Wang Shouren was tense, he was serious and turned the workshop owner away.

The workshop owner didn't care, but decided to focus on Emperor Hongzhi, who looked more kind: "Sir, you are just a newcomer, no, no, you shouldn't call him sir. I see if you are older, why not call him uncle?"

Emperor Hongzhi: "..."

Fang Jifan thought to himself, I am all your uncle, so why would I call my father-in-law the grandfather in the future?

The workshop owner was very attentive and kept asking where it was. He also arranged to make a few wines and dishes in the kitchen.

Emperor Hongzhi and his men were indeed hungry. Although the meal was a bit meaty, the food was not well prepared.

However, Chang Cheng and other guys all ate very delicious food. Chang Cheng deliberately kept a few shredded meat. After eating the plate, he carefully picked up the shredded meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He did not swallow it. He carefully bit his teeth and tried dozens of times to completely digest the afterglow of the meaty flavor before he swallowed it.

Suddenly, his face shone, and suddenly he felt a sense of happiness.

The workshop owner patted his shoulder: "Do work hard, keep food and accommodation, have meat every meal, and the apprentice costs two taels of silver a month. In two months, I will give you a raise."

Chang Cheng nodded busyly and felt even more happy.

The workshop owner took Emperor Hongzhi's hand and cried: "Uncle, uncle, I am not as tall as a man, why not be a occupant in this workshop? Other friends of uncle can also be placed. They work as painters when they want to be painters, transport them when they want to help with transportation, and make wooden utensils when they want to make wooden utensils. I have packaged them, so I ask the uncle not to mention that this place is small..."

Emperor Hongzhi: "..."

The workshop owner said: "Every month, five taels of silver, including food, accommodation, and a single room."

Xiao Jing sneered beside him, saying that the workshop owner was trying to die.

Fang Jifan looked confused... The quality of this workshop owner needs to be improved.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly said, "Okay, I'll do the account."

The workshop owner was about to cry when he heard this.

As if Emperor Hongzhi ran away, he hurriedly asked someone to come and take the contract.

Only after signing the contract can you feel at ease.

Emperor Hongzhi did not care about it, so he named it, and under the contract, he wrote his own name - Zhu Dashou.

The workshop owner is so happy, the scholar is alive.

Now in Rongcheng County, it is difficult to find scholars.

The demand is too high. A new group of wealthy people. If they want to study, they have to ask scholars to teach their knowledge. The yamen recruiting officials must have studied, saying that they are illiterate and cannot do things. There are so many workshops in Rongcheng County that require scholars even more. Without scholars, how can they settle accounts? There are also contracts, black and white words. God knows whether there will be any traps in it. People who are good at reading and writing carefully can read it carefully. How can they rest assured?

Now there are many monks and few porridges, and scholars are extremely precious. This place is small and there is not even a person who can settle accounts or write. He relies entirely on half a bucket of water and is a master of literature and writing. He has multiple positions on his own. Now, there is a "scholar" wearing Rushan.

The workshop owner's eyes shone, and he ordered, "Call someone to organize a house and place it for my uncle. Tomorrow, I will ask my uncle to see the account. As for you..."

He glanced at Fang Jifan and others.

Fang Jifan and others dared not speak too much without Emperor Hongzhi's instructions.

But they looked at Emperor Hongzhi pitifully, with a look of rough eyes: Your Majesty, don’t make trouble, we don’t want to work.

Emperor Hongzhi was very leisurely and his eyes were staggered with Fang Jifan.

The workshop owner pointed to Xiao Jing and said, "You are not young and your skin is so white. Once upon a time, you were a decent person? It's not a big deal. When you come here, you will have food. I'll see if you have a big waist and thick waist. Go and saw the wood."

Xiao Jing's eyes were blasting fire and turned his head: "Hmph!"

The workshop owner didn't care, and pointed at Wang Shouren and said, "You paint the wood."

"Oh." Wang Shouren looked indifferent.

Fang Jifan was afraid that he would be called by the workshop owner, but the workshop owner still looked at him: "The young man is quite handsome. He didn't go to the theater to sing opera, which is a pity. I see that you have tender skin and tender flesh, I'm afraid you can't endure hardship."

Fang Jifan Xiao Mi nodded: "I have brain disease when I am a child, often get sick, and I am weak."

"It's not tight." The workshop owner said: "If you can use your limbs, follow Lao Liang to saw the wood. Do it well. I have a daughter..."

Emperor Hongzhi's face changed slightly, and then he returned to his usual look.

Fang Jifan: "..."

Why is it that our Fang Jifan is a soft-hearted person? As expected, he is handsome and can do whatever he wants.

It seemed that he saw Fang Jifan and others listless, and the workshop owner raised his voice: "Everyone is doing it well. Although we Liu Jimuxing, although we look like a straw troupe,... I tell you the truth, my background is scared to you, my brother, do you know where to do it? In Xishan, in the Zhenguo Mansion of Xishan, we followed Wang Jinyuan's house to work. When Duke Qi saw him, he also talked to him. With him, how can our business be done?"

Fang Jifan was startled: "Who are your brother?"

"Zhao Dayong!"

Zhao Dayong...

Fang Jifan actually seemed to have some memory, the person who followed Wang Jinyuan with a vulgar look on his face?

This workshop owner was really right. He did say a few words to Zhao Dayong, one of which was: "Get out of here, you are like a dog!"

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Chapter completed!