Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Seeing that he was so busy, Meng Changqing naturally took time to help him. It was always better for them to discuss things together than for one person to think hard about it.

As the grain collection was completed, Qi Renli stopped his work and came to help Meng Changqing.

Meng Changqing took a few people to count the grain, and then checked it with the calculations and records in the account books. After several checks, the number of grain was clear, and it was also clear whether there were any errors in the records.

Beishan County has a bumper harvest. This is because God has given us face, the people have worked hard, and Meng Changqing has done his best. This is the reason why we have today's results.

The smile on Meng Changqing's face never stopped. She was really cunning. She had agreed to pay the workers only if they were strong, and the rest were just free gifts.

There are not many able-bodied laborers nowadays, and most of those who come are just provided as a bonus. Meng Changqing doesn't owe them much money in total. The grain and taxes collected this year can fully pay off the debt, with some left over.

"Sir Meng, look at the records in the account book. The amount of grain we received this year is much more than last year." While Qi Renli was handing the account book over to Meng Changqing, he blinked hard. His eyes were inevitably sore from using them for a long time.

Meng Changqing was also very happy. He finally saw the return of money. "After paying off the debt, there should be some left."

Speaking of this, Qi Renli felt guilty. He came to Beishan County to make money for the county, but he didn't make a penny more than he earned today, and he even spent a lot of money. He apologized to Meng Changqing, "I am a useless official and I have embarrassed you."

"Everything has to be done step by step. You have already started the journey of growing tussah silkworms." Meng Changqing added, "In order to help me these past two days, you have delayed a lot of things. I apologize to Brother Qi."

Qi Renli said in panic: "What are you talking about? I am your assistant, so I will naturally put your affairs first."

Meng Changqing didn't expect such words to come out of his mouth, and was surprised for a moment.

Meng Changqing leaned back in his chair and said, "Now that the grain has arrived, the people are busy digging cellars and making pickles to preserve the food. They don't have time to rest, but it's much better than before. If you want them to do something, they can spare the time." Qi Ren immediately responded, "The people have enough grain, and they can't sell it directly in the market. But the vermicelli in our county is special. It can only be found in Beishan County in Liangzhou. The most important thing is that it has a unique taste and is easy to eat. I think it should be sold everywhere. I have sent Ma Laifu to Liangzhou City to inquire."

Meng Changqing listened and nodded from time to time.

"From this incident, I think other crops can also be processed and then sold. Maybe we can avoid the low price of grain and make some money for the people."

"Your idea is very good." Meng Changqing first affirmed the other party, but quickly said: "But there are two inaccuracies, I want to say it first."

"You say."

“One is that we are not allowed to sell carbon on a large scale, and the second is that we are not allowed to make wine.”

Qi Renli was puzzled, "Why is this?"

"Do you see those trees on the mountain?" Meng Changqing said, "In the whole Liangzhou, the trees on the mountain in our county are the most dense. Do you know why?"

Qi Renli had never paid attention to this aspect before.

Meng Changqing explained: "There are few people in our county, and we haven't had time to harm the trees on the mountain. The winter here is cold, and we can't survive the winter without heating. How to heat? The trees on the mountain are ready-made heating materials, which are only provided to the people in the county. I am afraid that in three to five years, the green mountain will become bald. If someone is more flexible and burns charcoal to sell to people in other counties, this mountain will not last for more than three years."

(End of this chapter)