Chapter 1928

There are many mountains around the county.

So it's more troublesome to travel here.

Jiao Qiren sometimes rode a donkey and sometimes walked. After more than an hour, he came to Xuyuan.

Xu Yuan is on a mountain. Looking down from the mountain, you can see the fields built by the trend. However, there is less water in recent years, and even planting potatoes is very difficult.

On the slope, rows of caves were built along the mountain. In front of the caves sat some old people, women and children, who were basking in the sun

Seeing Jiao qieren, an old man got up and arched his hands and said, "my Lord is a stranger. What are you doing here?"

Jiao qieren arched his hands and said with a smile, "I'm a new official in the county. It's called Jiao qieren. The old man looks strong!"

It's polite and polite.

The two sides checked their identities, and the old man was somewhat restrained. He asked Jiao qieren to sit down in the dam, then took off his shoes and threw them out, hitting a half-year-old child on the head.

"Three children, go and pour water."

The child picked up the shoes and sent them here. Jiao said, "I have a water bag here, so it's no trouble."

The old man's face tightened and stopped talking with a dry smile.

Jiao qieren was glanced at by everyone from time to time. He coughed and said, "old man, I'm here to ask you, are you willing to immigrate?"

The old man's eyes wandered and said, "my home is here. I've been used to this place all my life. I'm afraid I can't stand going elsewhere."

These words all verify the deep attachment of the Han people to their hometown.

Those women looked at the white Jiao and laughed. The children were dragged by their mother and were not allowed to come. Some cried and some shouted. For a moment, it was a headache.

Jiao qieren said with a smile: "old man, our Huanxian county is a good place, but in recent years, there will be some small disasters from time to time. Some people speculate that the famine will become more and more severe and frequent here. At that time, I'm afraid I don't even have to eat the bark."

The old man squinted at Jiao qieren, then bowed his head and said, "Sir, that's a fairy!"

In their eyes, if they can predict the future, they can only be gods.

Jiao Qiren said awkwardly, "this is science. You should know that there are more and more famine in recent years."

The old man stretched out his rough hand and planed on the ground. He said in a muffled voice, "Sir, it will always pass!"

These people don't want to leave their hometown. They prefer to live harder. As long as they don't die of hunger, they don't want to go far.

Jiao Qiren pointed to the children in rags and said, "look at those children. Now there are more cloth in Daming, but they still can't afford new clothes. Why?"

The old man looked at him covertly and muttered, "aren't they all poor!"

"Old man, there are many places for immigrants in Daming. Let's say Xinghe city outside the Great Wall. It's a new city. There's land when you go, and cattle and sheep when you don't have land. You don't charge money for food and accommodation in the first year, and you're exempt from tax for ten years. How much do you calculate?"

Jiao qieren thought of the inducement, but the old man said to him in his left and right ears, "my Lord, the land at home is going to be ploughed."

When he was ordered to leave, Jiao Qiren said reluctantly, "someone said that as long as my ancestors' memorial tablets and family members are in Daming, I am home everywhere."

He got up and walked away, and the children got out of control. They all ran to see the bench Jiao qieren had just sat on, and some felt it carefully.

A woman probably had some status, so she said, "Uncle Wu, can you believe what this official said? We may be the richest in a ten mile radius. How did he think of persuading us to immigrate?"

The old man threw away the soil in his hand, clapped his hands and said, "what letter do you believe? Can anyone see what will happen a hundred years later? It's mostly deception!"

……

This was Jiao Qiren's first contact with immigration. Without preparation, he couldn't find an entry point at all. He was worried too much, so he had to frown and leave Xuyuan.

Back to the county, the shadow play was over, and the old man was closing the stall slowly. When he heard the news, he looked back, and the deep wrinkles on his face deepened a bit.

"The rise and fall of the people are suffering!"

Shadow play in Huanxian county is not only playing, but also telling folk stories.

People are bitter, so they take off the bitter part in the shadow play, or have a big reunion at the end.

Jiao qieren went all the way back to the county government and found Fan Ying to report.

After hearing this, Fan Ying said expressionless, "that means people don't want to immigrate!"

He didn't pursue responsibility, but this made Jiao Qiren sad more than pursuing responsibility. He said: "Lord fan, people are ignorant and love their family. We have to take our time. I think I can write in the capital. Please invite some people from Huanxian County who have a good life to come back and say it by themselves..."

"Are you going to write?"

Fan Ying interrupted Jiao qieren's words, brushed her sleeves and said, "let's go. In the future, you'll go once a ten day. When the official asks about immigration at the end of the year, I'll only look for you."

This is a burden and a loss of responsibility.

Jiao Qiren bowed down and went back to the duty room.

In the duty room, the two were dozing off.

There are few things around the county. Sleepy in spring, sleepy in autumn and sleepy in summer, anxious in the heart of benevolence, but not sleepy at all.

He sat at the table and thought quietly. He just felt that he had never encountered such a difficult thing in his life.

"Oh! You're back? Is it done?"

There are three tables in the duty room. Jiao Qiren came last, so he can only face the dark wall. The light is not good, and his back is facing Pan Zhi and Li Xincheng.

"No."

Jiao Qiren said casually, and then fell into meditation.

Pan Zhi and Li Xincheng smiled at each other, then got up and went out together.

"This man is a fool."

Out of the duty room, Pan Zhi couldn't help laughing: "he and other petty officials can't get involved in immigration. He didn't know why. He was hoodwinked by Lord fan. Now there's a good play."

Li Xincheng raised his eyebrows and said, "when he came, he moved everywhere and visited everywhere. He was more active than our Lord Wang in those years. He came for promotion. He thought his mind could hide from others, but... Who is a fool?"

……

Is this Daming?

The fleet went all the way north along the coastline and replenished once at Ningbo mansion.

Even if it was just a glimpse, the prosperous Ningbo still made the Frankish mission silent.

The fleet continued to go north. Bastian found that the food was getting better and better. The food made the people of the mission abandon their reserve and eat like a group of beggars.

Bastian himself was no better. A fresh black bean fish made him forget the reality of house arrest all the way.

"The fish smells and tastes delicious, but what are the black particles?"

An attendant finished his rice, licked his lips and asked.

The other ate slowly. He clumsily pinched a black black fermented bean with his hand and looked at everyone. He smiled foolishly: "is this rice big? It's like our Frank's bread. Hey! I miss white bread now. If Frank has this kind of fish, I think I can eat the whole family's bread at a meal."

"Ming people's recipes are so complicated that we haven't seen many of them. Frank needs to learn from them and make full use of the food."

Ordinary people just enjoy pleasure from delicious food, but Bastian thought of state affairs.

This is the hierarchy! That's why Bastian can be an envoy!

Bastian commanded, "pay more attention to food in the future. Frank is going through hardships. We must find more resources for the kingdom."