I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Hearing Yin Xuan's words, Li Shimin was slightly taken aback.

It's not about how to persuade the people to go to Liaodong, why... suddenly it's about opening a branch in Liaodong?
He pondered for a while.

Some understood what Yin Xuan meant, and tentatively asked, "Is it tax-free for you?"

Yin Xuan just smiled and didn't speak.

Li Shimin slapped his hand. The price given was not enough. He hesitated for a while: "I will rent you another [-] mu of land for free?"

Yin Xuan just nodded and waved his hand: "Go and talk to the court, I will help solve this matter."

Li Shimin looked happy: "How do you plan to solve it?"

Yin Xuan shook his head, but did not speak.

Li Shimin was a little puzzled, his curiosity was aroused by Yin Xuan, he rubbed his hands together, and prepared to let Baiqisi pay close attention to him to see what he would do.

Actually...so full of confidence.

With a hook, Yin Xuan chose the authority of a useless branch that he had been holding on to, and landed in Pyongyang.

The dishes... definitely use the dishes of Datang.

However, because Goguryeo once occupied half of the peninsula, some so-called kimchi from later generations were brought out.Kimchi is a good thing. Li Yuan, a little old man, likes a bowl of white porridge in the morning, served with a salted duck egg, or a small plate of kimchi or something.

But kimchi is not exclusive to them. Just because they eat too much, they don't think it should be theirs.

Yin Xuan thought about it for a long time, and after thinking about it, it seems that the only thing that can be called their food is the so-called army pot.

The origin of this thing is disgusting, that is, to pick out the edible things in the slop bucket, mix them together, and cook a pot of instant noodles.

But the beggars in Chang'an City despise it, not to mention that it is for people to eat, that is to say, some of them still use it to feed pigs.

Bring something to feed the pigs to the dinner table?

This…

Yin Xuan still can't do this kind of thing, let alone call this slightly humiliating food a delicacy.

After the money was paid, the system arranged for the construction of branches.

Li Shimin was eating here, Yin Xuan called Jiu'er over, and asked her to send You Xiaer to spread two news-one was "Tongfu Restaurant is about to open a branch in Liaodong."

The other one is "Duke Zhengyang will reclaim wasteland in Liaodong."

The reason why the common people have so many worries is that they simply feel that there will be no pies in the sky. If this is really a good thing, why... those aristocratic families and nobles don't take a bite?
Although...the aristocratic family wanted to gnaw at it, Li Shimin didn't give them a chance.As for dukes like Fang Xuanling and Cheng Yaojin, they also want to gnaw, but they still have to follow the rules of the court when they start to gnaw.

This is in the eyes of quite a few people.

That is, I feel that this matter is tricky. Maybe the land can really be in my hands, maybe the tax exemption is also true, but such a good thing, why don't those big shots get it?

Someone has to take the lead, and someone they believe in thinks it's not a bad thing before they are willing to do it.

The news of Yin Xuan spread.

Under the "fanning the flames" of the rangers, the news quickly spread throughout Chang'an and Luoyang.

For the people in Chang'an City, the number of people who are willing to go to Liaodong has not increased. In fact, there are almost no families in Chang'an City who rely solely on farming for their livelihood.

Most of them went to Yin Xuan's factory.

On the contrary, in Luoyang City, there are many people who are excited.

Since the road between Luoyang and Chang'an was repaired, and now there are trains, the news of Chang'an can reach Luoyang in almost a day.

Luoyang City, Yongtongfang.

This Luobafang City, located in the east corner of Luoyang City, is inhabited by farmers who have opened up some land in the city to grow food.

Of course...according to the rules, the land in the city is not allowed to be developed.

However, they didn't cultivate much land, and it was barely enough for them to survive, maybe they could exchange some green leafy vegetables for some copper coins, and it was in the most remote place in the city, so there was only one in the government office. Close your eyes, close your eyes, it won't really give them no way of life.

"Have you heard about the matter in Liaodong?" After the beginning of spring, it was time to fiddle with the land, and the men chatted while working hard on the land.

One nodded: "I heard, why, do you want to go?" His attitude was a little dismissive.

"I have some thoughts..." The man raised his head and glanced at the barren land. They were the only ones who were willing to work on this land.

This piece of land is not suitable for farming. They have to work from morning to night every day, and they have to guard against the destruction of dogs, beasts and children. Only then can they harvest that poor batch of grain every year.

"That's how much land can be reclaimed, and as much land can be harvested." The man sighed, with some envy in his words, "Think about it, how much food can be harvested in that year?"

"We can even ask for a wife."

Honest farmers, what they want most is not to get rich, but to pass on the family line.

Can…

Now seeing that Luoyang is getting richer and Chang'an is getting richer and richer, the cost of marriage is getting higher and higher. If you don't wear a piece of silver jewelry, you are ashamed to ask for a daughter-in-law.

"It's better to go to Liaodong to work in Zhengyanggong's factory." One person pouted his hoe fiercely, "You don't have to think about it with your stupid brain. If it's really a good thing, it will be our turn?"

As he said that, he spat hard: "It means that Mr. Zhengyang is willing to do some good things for us, who cares about our life and death."

Although the benefits of Yinxuan factory are good, people's ideas cannot be reversed in a short while.

There are still quite a few people who are unwilling to come to work, and feel that... there is no guarantee, and they can see the harvest in a practical way.

What if Zhengyanggong is gone, the factory is gone, and even the land is gone, what will they eat?Are you going to drink the northwest wind?

Someone put down the hoe, and there was jealousy in his eyes: "I said, we should actually go to Zhengyanggong's factory."

"Remember Sun Ji?"

Brother, Uncle, Ji is the rank order of brothers. This is called Sun Ji, but it is actually just a more elegant name for Sun Laosi.

The others nodded.

Of course they remembered that the fourth son Sun used to reclaim the wasteland here just like them. Last year, he went to Chang'an in a flash and became an employee of the watch factory.

The man continued: "I heard that Sun Ji bought a house in Chang'an and begged for his wife. Now that woman's belly is getting bigger, maybe she can give him a big fat boy."

Several other people stared round, eyes full of envy.

"impossible!"

"How long will he be able to afford a house?"