After the first month of the year, the north wind blows tightly, the geese are frightened, and the weeds by the river gradually become haggard in the wind. The mountains and wild forests outside the city become more and more desolate, and the colors and lights are gone, and the vibrant atmosphere of the past is gone.

Only a few keel water trucks erected in the Zhang River are still tirelessly nourishing the people.

So much so that in the first month of the year, many farmers spontaneously came to worship the water wheel, placed sacrifices by the river, and regarded them as gifts from gods.

There were also many ragged people wandering in front of the Gonggao Marquis' Mansion. The old farmer bent over, his face full of vicissitudes, wrapped in a muddy atmosphere, and waiting with a bamboo basket full of expectations.

Seeing someone coming in and out of the Marquis' Mansion, I looked around immediately and found that it was not the person I wanted to meet, so I was a little disappointed, so I had to wait.

Han said that he was a person who couldn't stay idle and went to the Marquis' Mansion many times a day. No one knew what he was doing, let alone asked more questions, and became used to it.

In the first month of the year, Han said that he often received gifts from the people for no reason, such as native eggs, big cakes, vegetables, purely hand-polished stone bracelets, etc.

Those who gave gifts didn't talk much, and they didn't get close. Perhaps because they were afraid of dirtying his silk brocade robe, they just looked at him with gratitude and determined that it was in line with what others described. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply, then put down the gift in the bamboo basket and left.

As time goes by, Han Shuo gradually realized that the simple people are not very good at expressing gratitude in words, and can only give out their best things to thank their elder brother for their contributions... Even if it is just two big cakes and five native eggs, this is all they saved by gritting their teeth.

Han said that he was guilty of accepting these things. Everyone gave the wrong partner, but he could not ask for them. He would personally hand over the gifts from the people to his elder brother, even if he had to send them to the fire room in the end. However, Han said that he felt that this transfer ceremony could not be missed.

Once again, I went to see my elder brother with half a basket of vegetables. Only Xier closed the door tightly in the room, crawling outside the bed and tugging at the little lee under the bed, wearing thick coarse cloth gloves on her hands.

This is taught by Han Yan. If you accidentally get a bite by a raccoon cat, rabies and tetanus are terminally ill in ancient times and cannot be cured.

"Where is the eldest brother?" Han Shuo pushed it away and looked at him, and then he felt a black shadow shooting at him like lightning, scaring him so much that he instinctively raised his foot and kicked him.

"I want..." A sharp scream of Xiaoli sounded, and a thin little shadow fell on the ground, quickly turned over, rushed back to the bed, successfully avoiding Xier's touch.

"The little thing is so powerful."

Han laughed and scolded, and then heard Xier say, "Crown Prince Yan is going to find the Marquis."

"Oh, then I'll go find him." He closed the door and left.

In the living room of the Hou Mansion, the grandfather and grandson once again had a disagreement, just because of the salary issues of the employees.

The papermaking workshop under the city wall started yesterday, with fifty people enrollment, five men and forty-five women.

Han Tuidang's salary was very low, almost squeezing the people. He only paid 100 yuan a month, which was not enough to make a stone of grain, and he could only earn 10 stones of grain a year.

You should know that the youngest official in the Han Dynasty had a salary of 36 stones of grain a year, and he could only support his family of five. No matter how many people there were, he would be unable to survive and would be hungry.

Han Yan is very angry if you have elderly parents above and children below.

"Grandpa, do you want to starve people to death by 100 yuan a month?"

"A hundred dollars are already a lot, otherwise how could we hire fifty people?" Han Tuidang didn't care.

"You are the king of Gonggao Marquis. If you want to hire someone, then the county magistrate will have to get someone for you even if he robs him."

"Bad!" Han Tuidang slapped the table with his eyes wide open, "You know what you said. If you give three hundred dollars a month as you say, believe it or not, within a few months, there will be a large number of barren fields outside the city without a farm, and the people will be full of complaints."

"How could I complain?" Han Yan sneered, do you think I am a silencer?

Han Tui slammed the table and stared at him, wishing to press this ignorant evil grandson into the crack of the ground.

"If you pay 300 yuan per month, you will not have to worry about hiring people, and the people will break their heads and want to serve our family, but this price is higher than the income from farming. What do those farmers think? Do they still have the intention to farm? When our paper is sold all over the world, papermaking workshops will definitely hire a large number of people. It is no problem to use a thousand people. One hundred yuan becomes three hundred yuan. What is this expenditure? Even farmers don't want to farm anymore. If there is no food, how can the world be peaceful and what are the people eating?"

"Grandpa, you have thought too much about your own rule. You are not the emperor, not the three dukes and nine ministers, and even your own family is at the bottom of the princes, and you still care about so much? You are the life of eating gutter oil and worrying about the emperor's heart. You are just a small prince. If you manage yourself and the people under your rule, you are not even richer. You are worried about whether others have food to eat? Think more about whether your own people have any meals or not, and think more about how they sell themselves as slaves, think more about my mother's unbearable meals, and just want to eat half a bite of grandson, so you starve yourself into skin and bones, and think more about these things being patriotism and love for the people."

After a pause, Han Yan also took a sip of tea and said, "As you said, we will use a thousand people at that time. It would be strange if your monthly salary of one hundred yuan can be fully recruited. A capable person will lead everyone to wealth and live a worry-free life together. An incompetent person exploits his own people, speaks of justice, and talks about the people of the world. I give less wages to others for food. I am very patriotic, right? Without you, the people from Gonggaohou Kingdom, the great man will not be able to do it?"

"You, you..." Han Tuidang was angry and gritted his teeth, trying to teach him a lesson, but when he thought that this guy would go back to Chang'an the day after tomorrow, he could not do anything after he went there.

Emperor Jing of Han was simple and set an example for the world, so Han Tuo naturally followed his example.

The curtains in the living room were faded by the sun, and the screen was old. The full moon painted on it was dull. The fur blankets on the ground were dusty. In the sun, it was like three thousand small worlds. It was like a dust flying and spreading outside the door before it could not be seen. The shadows of trees outside the window were shaking, and the jackdaws flew by, making sad croaking sounds from time to time.

Han Yan sighed, the Han people were patriotic enough, and they were thinking about the national justice, but in fact they were pedantic. Without a small family, where can we get everyone?

Why doesn’t Han Yan understand the importance of emphasizing agriculture and suppressing commerce?

In this ancient man, the productivity was low and the business was developed, which would affect agriculture. If there were fewer people farming, there would be famine and the world would be unstable.

But farmers spend all their energy on the hundred acres of land all year round and they just can eat enough, but if there is natural disaster, they have to live a life of not enough food. They also have to pay tuitions, calculate tuitions, land taxes, and serve unpaid labor.

It’s easy to say in other dynasties. If you don’t have food, you can’t beg for food or be a beggar. If you don’t have dignity, you won’t have dignity. But the great man has no beggars, and no matter how poor he is, he will have to pay a population tax. Otherwise, he will be beaten to an official slave and forcefully exploit your surplus value and labor.

In this environment, it would be ridiculous to say that the farmers in Gonggao Martial Arts did not farm, and the people would have no food to eat, which would affect the people of the world.

Let’s feed your people first and talk about other things. The most important thing is to find ways to improve productivity.

In Han Yan's view, the ancient rulers had a very problematic thought. They just focused on agriculture and commerce, allowing the people to work hard to farm and survive, instead of increasing productivity or invention. Therefore, they did not make progress after more than two thousand years of feudalism. Until the Industrial Revolution, foreigners broke the country's borders in just a hundred years, and then they repent.

The ancients had problems with their ideas, so Han Yan decided to break up and straighten their thoughts first... Let's start with grandpa and the state of Gonggaohou.

He didn't want the people of the world to invent and create, otherwise it would shake the emperor's rule, and as long as the people from Gonggaohou Kingdom were able to do it.

The grandfather and grandson were in a stalemate, feeling that they were right, until Han said he came in with a basket. Seeing the atmosphere tense, he hurried over and said, "What's wrong with you two? Didn't you still have good yesterday?"

"Ask him." Han Tuidang was sulking, pointed at Han Yan hard, then turned his head and ignored him.

"Brother, look at you making grandpa angry." Han said, pulling his sleeve and signaling you to apologize quickly, otherwise you will be careful of grandpa cleaning the portal.

Several generations of emperors of the Han Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety, and the law even stipulated that the son suing his parents as "non-office notice" and judicial authorities shall not accept it.

Under the custom of agreement, many places that have been deeply influenced by Confucianism have begun to promote the crime of unfilial piety. Disobeying parents and elders is unfilial, and even disobedient opinions will be punished. I want to teach you a lesson, and try to fight back?

The Han Law stipulates that beating a parent under any circumstances is the death penalty.

If my parents are not here, my grandfather is the closest person. Han Yan dares to talk back to Gong Gaohou, which is quite awesome...

Before traveling through time, I was a wild child, without a father or a mother, and was raised by my grandmother. After traveling through time, I was also a wild child, except for my younger brother Han Shuo, I was a grandfather. Why am I angry with him?

Thinking of this, Han Yan felt soft, "Grandpa, I..."

He was interrupted by Han Tui as soon as he spoke, "No need to say more, let you go for two more days, get out of here. I will live two years less when I see you once. I haven't thought I'm long."

"Then I wish my grandfather a long life than the southern mountain." Han Yan said with a smile.

"Go." Han Tuidang disdained.

Seeing that everyone was in harmony, Han said, put the basket on the table and said, "Brother, there are people who will give you gifts. You are amazing in our Gonggao Marquis Country. The farmers admire you more than the gods."

"Please give it to the fire room for cooking later." Han Yan said proudly: "Grandpa, why not send a notice in Houguo to encourage inventions. If someone invents something that is conducive to agricultural production, he will reward tens of thousands of dollars. Inventing small things will be done. As long as it is useful, you can come to our house to get money. If this continues, sooner or later, someone will create things like keels and water wheels, which will last forever."

"No one dares to post such a notice. He doesn't want to farm, but encourages the people to specialize in studying magical skills and tricks. If it is passed on to His Majesty, you feel good about it. Are you stuffed with horse manure in your mind?" Han Tuidang stared at him.

"..." The emperor could not overcome the hurdle, but Han Yan was not willing to accept it. "Then I would just pass the message privately so that the people would know that this was the case, but it was only limited to the people in our Gonggao Marquis Kingdom who could receive the money."
Chapter completed!