Iron Dynasty

Can ordinary people get titles too?

In Zhujia Village, Zhu Wuliu raised his head and asked the reporters who came to read the newspaper.

Well, His Highness in the newspaper clearly stated that as long as anyone who has made significant contributions to Qingzhou can get the title, and compared to the title of the title, there will be hereditary land, the lowest county male is 300 acres of hereditary fertile land, and the government will not have it in the future. The right to reclaim these lands is basically private territory.”

The person reading the newspaper was Reporter Jiang, who came to Zhujia Village on a designated basis. When he read the news, his whole body was full of enthusiasm, and he had the urge to have a big fight.

After all, this title is too tempting. Once the title is obtained, it will not only be a great honor, but will also mean a prosperous life in the future.

Zhu Wuliu's saliva was left behind. The road section he contracted in Qingzhou was basically completed. During this time, he was also free and had time to listen to the news.

Reporter, you continue to read, how do we people get the title?

This is not easy. For example, you Zhu Wuliu, unless you can raise 5,000 horses, you can get the title of county baron. The reporter said with a smile.

Five thousand horses! Zhu Wuliu stuck out his tongue, The horse administration in Qingzhou stipulates that one family is enough to keep one fine horse. What are you doing with these five thousand horses?

So you need a huge contribution, do you think you can become a county man by picking up a dung ball on the side of the road? Reporter Jiang shook his head, Of course, this is just an analogy, if you can excel in a certain industry, I still hope If you get a title, you can't raise horses, but you can raise chickens and ducks.

Hahaha……

The villagers burst into laughter when they heard this.

Then reporter Jiang explained the specific rewards one by one, and the people nodded frequently, thinking about where they could contribute.

In addition to Zhujia Village, the discussion about titles in Qingzhou City became more intense.

In Bowen College, a group of students gathered around and trembled with excitement.

Although they were admitted to the Bowen College, they were not interested in learning these strange knowledge at all, let alone doing research and invention.

It can be said that in Bowen College, they are just dawdling, and after graduation, they hope to be assigned to a certain department in Qingzhou.

Like them, most of the students have this idea. They studied hard in the past ten years just to enter the official career, and this strong idea has never been eliminated.

Even though Xiao Ming introduced a monetary reward system last time, it was far from enough stimulation for them, because pretending to be arrogant is a common problem for many scholars.

But it's different now. The common people don't know what this title is, but they know very well that in the Great Yu Kingdom, this is a title that belongs to the royal family and nobles.

The purpose of scholar-officials is to flourish and shine on the lintel, and now this title is simply too much for their taste.

In their eyes, a bright road that is not the imperial examination is better than the imperial examination was born.

Brother Wen Tao, did you say that your hot air balloon needs an experimental person?

In the cafeteria of Bowen College, a student put down the newspaper and stared straight at Lin Wentao.

Lin Wentao, who was thinking about how to provide continuous heat to the hot air balloon, turned his head dully and said casually, Yes, but this may kill people.

It's okay, let me come, for Qingzhou, for His Highness, I have no regrets in dying. The scholar grabbed Lin Wentao's hand.

Lin Wentao is obsessed with his hot air balloon these days, but he doesn't have time to read the newspaper and doesn't know what happened.

He turned his head and saw that the students of the physics school sitting around were staring straight at him, very strange.

Before he could speak, the other students roared, Let me get fat in the future, so I'm not afraid of falling.

I have rough skin and thick flesh. It's okay to fall off a tree when I was a child. Let me come. Another person shouted.

let me.

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Chamber of Commerce.

The merchants who came to purchase the goods had already forgotten about the purchase at this time, but gathered together in twos and threes, and said excitedly with the newspaper in their hands.

His Royal Highness is wise and martial, as if Yao and Shun were alive. I didn't expect our merchants to have such a day.

Outside the chamber of commerce, Ding Wu laughed loudly.

Scholars, Industry and Commerce, our merchants' status has always been the lowest. Your Highness is generous. Not only has the status of merchants been raised in Qingzhou, but now we have a share of this title. Dai Zixing was very excited.

Fortunately, the two of us joined the Qingzhou household registration early, otherwise there would be no such good things. At this moment, Ding Wu suddenly felt that his father was really far-sighted.

At this moment, he suddenly saw hope. In his dream, he would get this honorary title and would not be discriminated against by others.

Dai Zixing nodded frequently, and Ding Wu also contracted a section of the road in Qingzhou City, where he bought a lot of cement pipes, and only two people knew each other.

His Royal Highness takes care of me so much. If we can't live up to His Highness's good intentions, we must do our part diligently for Qingzhou's business in the future. Dai Zixing said seemingly unintentionally.

Ding Wu's expression stiffened.

Although Dai Zixing's words were unintentional, they stabbed in his heart. Ding Wanquan was his father and a member of King Wei.

Now he is suddenly a little worried that he will be involved in some unnecessary things, because his current goal is to work hard to manage his industry in Qingzhou, and now he has one more, get a title, and live honorably in Qingzhou.

In the Pingjiafang in the southeast corner of Qingzhou, Cao Zhengyang is instructing someone to move the luggage to the house.

This is the house he just bought in Qingzhou, and it will be where he lives in Qingzhou in the future.

At this moment, a man who looked like a housekeeper hurried over and handed him a newspaper.

Cao Zhengyang was a little surprised when he glanced at the newspaper's eye-catching headline, and his expression suddenly became complicated when he looked down.

This visit to Qingzhou may be the most correct choice for the Cao family. King Qi seems to be deeply influenced by the Western priest, so my Cao family will be like a duck to water, and the prosperity of Western business cannot be realized in Qingzhou.

Cao Zhengyang held the newspaper in his hand, and his eyes were filled with an inexplicable ambition.

If this is the case, I need to report back to my father to support King Qi, and I must guide King Qi to learn from the West. In this way, my Cao family can be passed down from generation to generation like a Western business family, and the incense will never die.

To make this decision, Cao Zhengyang immediately wrote a letter and asked the housekeeper to send it to Lin'an expeditedly. At the same time, he also stuffed the newspaper from Qingzhou into the envelope. With the newspaper from Qingzhou as proof, he believed that his father would be more firm in his determination. Determined to slowly transfer the Cao family's industry to Qingzhou.