After seeing everyone off, Xiong Wuliang knelt in front of the desk. After thinking for a while, he took a pen and outlined a few strokes on the blank parchment paper. Then he paced in the study, picked up the bamboo slips and looked around casually.

In less than an hour, Zhong Hua came back with a ragged man.

"Master, this craftsman is called Shi Er. In terms of craftsmanship, he can be considered a good player in Quyang City."

"Craftsman Shi Er, pay homage to the Lord!" The man fell to the ground and saluted.

Xiong Wuliang waved his hand and signaled Shi Er to stand up and speak: "Do you know how to carpenter?"

"Report to the Lord, there are some villain carpenters and stoneworkers, please give me instructions."

Xiong Wuliang picked up the parchment paper on the table and handed it to Shi Er: "Look at it, can it be done?"

Shi Er took the drawings and looked closely, and couldn't help but feel surprised: "Is this... a plowshare?"

Oh? Xiong Wuliang couldn't help but look at the craftsman. This guy is quite smart.

The appearance of the things drawn on the drawings is quite different from the plowshares that people use now.

"This is called a curved plow, it is indeed a kind of plowshare." Xiong Wuliang nodded.

Shi Er held the drawing and smacked his tongue: "There is such a complex plowshare in the world? This is the first time he has seen a villain who has worked in his life."

"Can it be done?"

Shi Er looked carefully at the drawings and said confidently: "Although the shape looks complicated at first glance, it is all simple structures. If the master wants it, it will take less than a long time for the villain to do it."

Xiong Wuliang was a man of the country in his previous life.

This drawing is very professional!

The sizes and sizes of each place are clearly marked on the drawings.

If you can't do it, there will be a ghost!

"Okay! Make a sample as soon as possible and send it to our mansion. There will be a reward." Xiong Wuliang said with a smile.

After the craftsman Shi Er left, Zhong Hua said in confusion: "Master, what kind of plow is this song? What kind of plow is it?"

Xiong Wuliang smiled slightly: "Quyuan plow is a new type of plow tool, which is several times faster than the existing plowshares! If it can be used in a large-scale range in Quyang, it will definitely greatly help the land reclamation!"

Quyuan Plough, this is a magical tool that has been included in history textbooks.

It is a symbol of the maturity of my country's agricultural technology development!

It is nearly a thousand years ahead of the current plow!

Do you understand the dimensionality reduction strike?

...

"Have you heard it? The new little Junhou is going to change the tax!"

"It is said that it has been reduced!"

"There is such a thing? I have never heard of the increase of fu. When will there be any theory of reducing fu?"

For farmers, there is very few things that are more important than taxes. Rumors spread like a trend, and Quyang City is talking about it.

At the gate of the city, a large number of people who heard the news gathered together to exchange news, making Quyang City, which was usually depressed, rare lively.

"The titanium tax is implemented this year!" The clerk who sent the order made the final decision.

Everyone was in an uproar!

Can such a good thing happen?

"Official, don't be happy with us. How big is the world, how can there be any taxes?" an old man said tremblingly.

"Who has the intention to joke with you? The Lord said that this year's agricultural tax will be the first; in addition, the farmland that has been reclaimed from now on will not be taxed within three years!" Although the clerk who was passing the order had a stern face, the smile in his eyes could not be concealed.

For Qu Yang, who has greatly damaged his vitality, this order to reduce the tax is too important!

After a long time, everyone finally confirmed that the little official was not joking. The city gate became lively and cheers were heard one after another.

"The Lord is wise!"

"Long live the Lord!"

The crowd was excited and rushed forward, holding the slight official who was sending the order high and cheering non-stop.

"Hey! Hey! You and the unlucky people, please put me down quickly. I still have official duties!" The little official scolded loudly. But this arrogance could not be maintained soon, and the little official cheered with everyone.

Tit, what is this concept?

For hundreds of years, no one has ever heard of such a low tax!

For farmers, factional struggles between the top leaders have little to do with them.

If there were too many villagers who died in the hands of the Qin people, they would probably have been very indifferent to the Qin people.

What are their affairs in the country?

The new lord is a good master who can compassionate with the people's livelihood. This is a great thing!

"The newly reclaimed farmland is not taxed for three years - I am just trying to open the wasteland on the river beach, which is amazing!"

Everyone was very excited and full of energy.

While chatting and laughing, some people also mentioned the public toilet.

"I heard that the little master doesn't allow us to just mess around, so what kind of public toilet should we do?"

"What is a public toilet?"

"It's a public cottage."

The sirens heard this and immediately said, "You must not be careless. If you dare to scatter at will, you will not reduce your taxes."

A honest old farmer shouted: "Did the government want those dirty and smelly things to be useful?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The little official raised his face and slapped the old farmer hard: "Don't talk nonsense, the lord is kind, don't you appreciate it?"

Someone nodded and agreed, "This is really true. Digging a public toilet at the doorstep will take over this year's corvee service. How can such a good thing be done in the world?"

In this day, labor service is a hard work.

The so-called corvee service means that the people have to spare a period of time every year to bring their own dry food to serve the monarchism.

Generally, what you have to do is to build a city wall. Not only does it take a long way to go, it is easy to encounter various dangers.

Building a thatched hut at your doorstep and digging a tunnel can last for a year of corvee service. It is a good governance.

"How can we not appreciate the little Junhou is so sympathetic to the people's livelihood? Since the official wants shit to be useful, the second and third sons will do their best to let the official gain a lot." Someone joked with a smile.

Everyone burst into laughter: "Yes, yes, let's try it out and see whose number can satisfy the official..."

The little official blushed and cursed, and everyone laughed even harder...

...

Xiong Wuliang stretched out and was idle. He was accompanied by several personal soldiers and wandered around the mansion.

Although it is quite simple and simple, it is not like a mansion of the exploiting class at all.

However, it would be unimaginable to have such a large piece of land in the county town in the previous life.

Now my first batch of decrees have been ordered. Regardless of whether the people below understand or not, the response is good and the implementation is smooth.

After Xiong Wuliang inspected it, the sky became dim.

There was no nightlife in the Warring States Period, and Quyang County, a remote village, had no fun. Seeing the sky was dim, Xiong Wuliang went straight to the bedroom.

"I've seen the Lord." Two personal soldiers stood at the entrance of the bedroom, obviously guarding here early: "The hot water bath tub is ready and placed inside. Lord, rest with confidence, I am guarding outside the door. If you have any questions, please say hello."

Xiong Wuliang patted the two personal soldiers on the shoulders: "Thank you for your hard work, you don't need to wait here, just rest."

After several days of traveling and struggling today, Xiong Wuliang was already exhausted. Although the personal army had already prepared all the hot water, he had no strength to bathe at this moment.

So I'll be dirty and smelly all night, let's talk about it tomorrow... Anyway, Mr. Mi Liang is not a clean person with obsession with cleanliness.

Xiong Wuliang entered the bedroom without taking the lights, so he rushed straight to the couch in the dark.

Soft.
Chapter completed!