As the twelfth lunar month approaches, the New Year atmosphere becomes stronger.

After Chen Kui arrived in Xiangcheng, he first inspected the workshop.

Listen to it, to be precise, the workshop is an empty air, with only a few staff members, most of whom are Yingchuan Xun, Zao, Xu and other families, each with three or five slave divisions.

They only make some things, i.e., squash, so some people go to the nearby area to buy firewood, then transport it back to burn, soak it in water, filter it, steam it, soak it in water, filter it, and then steam it, and finally get the finished product.

After long-term experiments, they now mainly buy reeds because the ash burned from this thing eventually produces a lot of grass alkali.

If there are not enough reeds, then settle for the second best. Buy willow branches and other things, which are slightly worse than reeds.

Of course, crop straw and hemp crops may be better, but the former should be fed to livestock, while the latter can be used as linen.

I will sell it to you if I lose my heart.

After the grass alkali was prepared, the workshop delivered the oil received to the homes of familiar people, and agreed to the collection date, so it stopped paying attention.

Chen Kui frowned, but after learning that the people who made the soap were family members of the nearby Zuo Xiaoqigu Mansion, he didn't say anything.

But this behavior will obviously slowly lead to the secret of soap making spread, and at least part of it will spread out. Ordinary households may not be able to produce grass alkali, so they need a elixir furnace and a very fine filtration gauze.

Forget it! The emperor has this virtue. He likes to see all kinds of new things being mastered by as many people as possible. He also said that this will not disappear due to war, so that future generations will "repeat inventions".

"Wuan, can the soap be sold out?" Chen Kui asked,

"No." Zao Yong and Zao Wu'an said.

This person is the grandson of Zao Song, the Minister of Zuomin, who was twenty-six years old this year.

After Zao Song passed away, his sons were not good at all, so he could only be a low-level official. As the third generation, Zao Yong was quite capable and had been mourning for his mourning: after his grandfather Zao Song died, he mourned for his parents, and then mourned for his uncle and uncle.

I am 26 years old now. When I was worshiping last year, I married a wife, which means that I have been living in a long-term relationship, which has affected the next generation of marriage. Therefore, I am adapted to only marry my wife and not hold a wedding. It is called "Worship". There is no progress in my career. I finally got rid of this year, so I managed the workshop for the prince first and waited for the opportunity slowly.

"Why is it not sold?" Chen Kui said in confusion.

Zao Yong glanced at him and said, "Lin Dao, how can you not know about it? Now all the batches made have been sent to the East Palace. All the officials and Xiaoshi have also distributed them. Where did the soap come from to be sold?"

"This—" Chen Kui remembered it and was speechless.

"Actually, this is not possible." Zao Yong said: "The Crown Princess has some of the actions that may be commercially available, but it is correct for her to ask the workshop to sell soap for takeout. If she only makes soap for the East Palace and is not enterprising, the workshop will be like this. Do you think how many people are living a life now?"

Chen Kui nodded slowly, and then reminded: "Wuan, what you said makes sense, but the workshops are all your fellow villagers.

But you can't be too harsh, you will suffer losses in the future."

Zao Yong smiled and said, "At worst, I can go home again. I have been used to it from the age of fifteen to twenty-six. If Changshe can't stay, I will go to Jiangnan."

"Don't say such angry words." Chen Kui said in the tone of a big brother, "Scholars Yingchuan should unite and share."

"Shangshu Ling, Gong Chu, is not from Yingchuan." Zao Yong reminded him.

Chen Kui was angry and laughed at him.

Chu Cui is from Yangdi. This county once belonged to Yingchuan, but now belongs to Henan Prefecture (county). It is at the junction of the two counties. Generally speaking, it is believed that the Chu family of Yangdi is the Yingchuan clan.

"How is your home settled in Jiangnan?" Chen Kui asked, "Is there any difficulty?"

Zao Yong was annoyed by his attitude.

Is the Chen family in Xuchang much better than the Zao family in Changshe? They speak in such a condescending tone every day. I wonder if I thought the prince had ascended the throne and you became the prime minister.

But he calmed down his emotions well and continued to say in his usual tone: "I took a piece of land in Piling at the end of last year,

I went to Erbaijiazhuang and my second brother took it to see it."

"How can two hundred schools be enough?" Chen Kui asked.

"I don't have that much money and grain." Zao Yong said: "This year, the old house in Changshe has a good harvest. I asked someone to find a boat to transport the grain through the Suiyang Canal, and the fertilizer water into the Yangtze River, and unload the goods in Piling. Fortunately, this batch of millet and wheat has arrived. Piling has not achieved good harvest this year. In September, I collected some victims from Kuaiji and compiled them into their own farmer. My second brother said that these Kuaiji people have never planted winter wheat, and they have a lot of trouble."

"Your family has grown winter wheat in Piling?" Chen Kui asked.

"No." Zao Yong shook his head and said, "I arrived too late last year, so I only cleaned the irrigation canals in winter. Some farmlands have been deserted for a long time, and plants and even small stones have grown. The people of Wu really can't farm or raise fields. After spring, there was a season of millet. This year, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is relatively low, and fortunately they planted millet——"

Chen Kui also felt the same way, saying, "My home is in Danyang, and there is indeed less rain. Disasters have run to Jianyou.

All the companies are scrambling to snatch up."

Zao Yong smiled.

People are always the object of competition among all families.

In fact, if there were no northern wealthy families who went south in large numbers, these victims might not have had a good life, because the harvest of Jiangnan farms this year was generally not good. However, the northern wealthy families who brought Henan grain to the south were different. Many people were short of farmers, so they gathered many victims.

Of course, the imperial court also took the opportunity to organize households and citizens, and heard that a group of people were sent to Qingzhou to farm and feed themselves in several Binhai counties and townships.

Overall, it has been almost two years since the first batch of northern tyrants went south.

The Yingchuan gentry was slow to move. The first military meritorious nobles who went there had already collected food for three seasons. Even this year's drought did not shake them. On the contrary, they took the opportunity to absorb many evacuated household registrations.

According to Zao Yong, from the end of Kaiping to the second year of Zhenming, 50,000 or 60,000 northerners have moved south, pouring into the south of the Yangtze River like a tide. The four counties of Xuancheng, Danyang, Kuaiji and Piling have received most of them, Baling, Wuchang, Poyang, Wu, Wuxing,

There are a fewer counties such as Yixing.

They took over the old manor, reclaimed new wasteland, and brought the farming methods of the northern land to the Wu people, improving the agricultural level in Jiangnan.

This is almost a southward movement comparable to the scale of clothing and transiting south, and it is still developing in depth.

However, the third year of Zhenming may slow down a little.

This year, there was a severe drought in Jiangnan and there was flood in Hebei, so only Henan was still producing a large amount of grain steadily. In order to conquer the Murong Xianbei, the emperor seemed to have conquered a lot of grain in Henan and sent it to Youzhou and Qingzhou in batches.

If you are tight on your hands, the momentum of going south will decline. This is a natural thing.

Of course, I heard that the harvest in Guanzhong this year is not bad, but the food there is a lot of money to transport, so it may not be used for the Eastern Expedition.

Chen Kui didn't talk to Zao Yong for too long. After inspecting and explaining the matter, he was about to return to Yingchuan.

From Xiangcheng to Xuchang, you must pass Yingqiao to defend the defense in the middle of the journey.

On Laba Day, Chen Kui and his group rested in the inn and saw a group of people traveling east on the post road outside, often carrying weapons, mules and horses, walking together.

"Who is this?" He couldn't help but ask the post general.

The postman looked at it with his head and said, "I heard that some people in Wu County rebelled a while ago in Kuaiji. They sent troops to fight for peace for Governor Zhang, and were about to sell some land and houses. The soldiers of the cavalry guards on both sides received a letter from their comrades and sent their children to the south to see how the land was. It would be fine to sell these lands first to those who have surplus wealth among the soldiers. The land could not be bought much. The land could be sold separately and sold, and ten or eight acres of land would be bought."

Chen Kui suddenly realized that not only the natives went south, but also the soldiers of the government went south.

"To be honest, it's better for the nobles to go south first." The post general said again: "There were few soldiers who were willing to go south from their own nephews, but the ministers, the scholars and the wealthy families went south in batches, and some of them were shaken."

"Your inn is well-managed and prosperous. I believe your family has rich money. Have you sent someone to the south?" Chen Kui asked.

"I can't bear to let my child go south to suffer." The postman brought a large pot of stewed lamb and said, "Everyone has his own ideas. A few years ago, there were soldiers from the palace who went to Pingcheng, and Hehui joined the army. Now I know that there is land in Jiangnan, I regret it."

Chen Kui picked up a piece of mutton and started eating.

"The spice of the official really smells good, but it smells good." The general laughed from the side.

Chen Kui put down his chopsticks and said, "Good things in Jiaozhou are really fragrant."

"I haven't seen such a thing for sale in Caoshi. Could it be that I have to go to Xuchang?" asked the postman.

Chen Kui shook his head and laughed.

This is a reward from the prince, and it is rare in the market. He never gets tired of eating essence. Even when he is working on his grandfather, he still needs to use his own tea cauldron to add some spices when stewing meat at the post station.

It is normal that the generals have never seen spices, and this is not something they can enjoy.

Perhaps one day when Jiaozhou can transport a large amount of spices northward, this thing can fly into the homes of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, he sighed again, "Warning war has made a mistake!" Isn't it good to have the time to curb Yangjiang and Guangzhou provinces?"

So what if a Pingzhou is not safe and the court is taken down? There may be nothing wrong in the beginning of Liang Dynasty, but there may be problems in the middle of the Liang Dynasty. Just like the Qiang Rebellion in the Later Han Dynasty, it gradually dragged down the court's financial plan and even sold official positions.

There is also the feudal King of Yan from Liaodong. In the future, he would probably have to wear his hair on the Zuo Society, learn from Xianbei people, and gogury people to apply oil on their faces (to prevent cold).

But this is actually a trivial matter. If he is allowed to unify the five counties of Pingzhou, or even conquer Goguryeo, Fuyu, and conquer the rest of Xianbei, it will be a big problem.

The general of the post left quickly, and Chen Kui continued to eat meat, while eating it while thinking about it.

King Zhao is still in the capital!

In the previous two years, he served as the prefect of Ji County, and he trained many county soldiers. He worked hard when he heard about it. He was very filial, friendly to his brothers, familiar with the barbarians, good at managing finances, and even good at chanting poems and essays, which deceived many literati to praise them all, and Chen Kui also thought that King Zhao's literary talent was good.

If he was asked to practice the skills of training, commanding and using troops, it would be amazing.

After lunch absent-mindedly, Chen Kui generously paid the bill for a piece of silk and took his entourage on the way.

There seems to be a workshop on the other side of Yingqiao, selling "grass alkali white paper".

The paper is indeed very white, whiter than ordinary vine paper, which attracted merchants to come and pick up goods.

However, the most common ones on the road were vehicles pulling cloth, and this item seemed to have been reduced again. It was really warm when it was cold and wearing a cloth robe. If the imperial guards were wearing a cloth military uniform, they would not be afraid of the cold. Isn’t this prepared for the King of Yan?
Chapter completed!