After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

"Tomorrow I will send the household department to bring silver, and we will settle the payment when we enter the granary. As for the price..."

Wen Zhao thought of Bai Qingyun's words and said, "Just follow your price in Bingzhou!"

Think about it, it wasn’t easy for the people in Dayang Village either, the whole village had to relocate and flee.

Finally, the whole village escaped here safely and settled down on the outskirts of Jiangzhou.

It is not only the leadership of the village chief and village elders, but also the mutual support among the villagers.

There is no revenue along the way, and there are expenses everywhere when you arrive in a new place.

I heard that every household in the village is planning to build a better house, and I guess they are not well-off.

Wen Zhao is happy to see the success of these hardworking farmers!

Bai Qingyun smiled slightly when he heard this. Being able to negotiate the price to be as high as Bingzhou was an unexpected gain.

The people of Dayang Village finally made a large income after arriving in Jiangzhou Prefecture.

"Miss Bai, I would like to ask you something!" Wen Zhao asked humbly.

"Your Excellency is too polite. Please feel free to ask whatever you want to ask!"

"Miss Bai said this is Jiangzhou's opportunity. I wonder if Miss Bai could explain it in detail!"

Wen Zhao’s considerations were quite detailed.

What you think in your mind is just an idea after all. It doesn't count until you put it into practice.

It just so happens that Bai Qingyun is here today, so I might as well ask him directly.

If your idea is good and you can understand it deeply, you can become more proficient in promotion.

If it is different from what you think, the two can complement each other.

As long as it has not been implemented, there is still time to modify it.

Bai Qingyun sorted out his thoughts: "Where should I start?"

Bai Qingyun was just muttering to himself, but Wen Zhao, who was at the top, heard what he said and quickly reminded him.

"Miss Bai can start with this high-yield grain!"

This 'potato' is the protagonist of today's conversation.

However, Wen Zhao only knew him for being “highly productive”!

"This food is called 'potatoes'. It is not picky about the soil in which it is planted. It can be planted even in dry land..."

"A year can be divided into two seasons. Dayang Village has been sowing since we came here in spring, and now the crops are ripe. We can sow the second season around the autumn harvest time!"

If Wen Zhao was attracted by the "high productivity" at the beginning, now he was very interested in every detail described by Bai Qingyun!

He quickly thought of the key point: "That is to say... the second season will be planted soon and the harvest will be ready by the end of the year.

He was even very excited: "The food shortage in Jiangzhou can be filled!"

Bai Qingyun's method not only solves the food shortage, but may even create some surplus!

But Bai Qingyun’s plan goes beyond this!

"Master Wen, although the people of Jiangzhou are not wealthy, they can at least exchange some grain for seeds!"

Wen Zhao was concerned about the people, so he didn't dare to respond easily. He could only say hesitantly: "Although the harvest last year was not high, the local officials guided the people to fight drought, and it was quite effective!"

"What if you promise that the government will buy all the potatoes you grow at the end of the year?"

"That's good, of course!" The people of Xinliang Jiangzhou were unaware of the situation and inevitably had doubts in their hearts.

But if the government makes a promise, more people will naturally comply.

"But...if we calculate based on a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu, the government may not be able to afford the purchase of the entire Jiangzhou Prefecture!"

Bai Qingyun secretly held his forehead, so Wen Zhao only wanted Jiangzhou to overcome the difficulties smoothly?

"Master Wen, Jiangzhou Prefecture's granary will definitely not be able to hold all this food by then!"

"But... the neighboring state capitals can always accommodate it, right?"

Of course, it’s not free.

Wen Zhao's eyes lit up. Yes, he was already overwhelmed by the predicament in Jiangzhou.

I always think about how to solve the problem, but I forget that as long as the high-yield grain is in Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou’s problem will naturally be solved.

If handled well, it might even increase Jiangzhou Prefecture's fiscal revenue!

Before, I was worried that although digging a canal could relieve the refugees in Jiangzhou, it would also drain the Jiangzhou government's coffers.

I don’t know how long I will have to rest to recover my strength.

Nowadays, I’m afraid it won’t take that many years!

Seeing that Wen Zhao had almost thought it through, Bai Qingyun didn't say anything more.

"Master Wen, I believe the masters in Jiangzhou can also come up with a good plan for what to do next."

"It can be considered that all the bad things Jiangzhou has suffered in other provinces have been vented!"

The competition between state capitals is far beyond what county towns can compare to.

After all, when there are tax disparities between counties, the state can simply handle the problem behind closed doors.

However, when it comes to taxation between state capitals, the data needs to be recorded in detail and submitted to the higher authorities in a written form every year.

If a state's data is not ideal, the situation will no longer be as simple as shutting down the state.

Once the capital city learns of this situation, it will certainly send officials to question it.

They will ask why tax revenue is low, whether it is due to natural disasters or man-made disasters.

If it is the former, perhaps some excuses can be found; but if it is the latter, the problem will become extremely difficult and complicated.

In this situation, it is almost impossible to give up.

It often takes a heavy price to quell the turmoil, even sacrificing several lives and the official hats of several officials.

Now that Jiangzhou has high-yield grain, this year's tax revenue is destined to be high!

Wen Zhao stood up, bowed deeply to Bai Qingyun and said, "Wen wants to thank Miss Bai for saving Jiangzhou from disaster!"

Bai Qingyun quickly stood up and stroked him: "Your Excellency, there is no need to do this. Dayang Village is now also a part of Jiangzhou."

Although the two were polite to each other, there was no gap between them due to age.

Wen Zhao seemed to have found a soulmate, and regardless of Bai Qingyun's young age, he asked in detail about the details of potato planting.

After it was over, it was already the end of the afternoon.

Wen Zhao glanced at the sky and patted his forehead in regret: "Look at me, I was so busy talking to you that I forgot to ask someone to prepare food."

"Miss Bai, I'm the host today, let's eat and chat at the same time!"

Bai Qingyun declined: "Master Wen, you don't have to be polite. It's a rare opportunity for me to come to the city, and I want to take a look at the shop."

Then he stood up and prepared to leave.

When he reached the gate, Bai Qingyun stopped and his eyes fell on the tea on the table.

She raised her hand slightly, pointed at the teacup, and asked softly, "May I ask, Master Wen, is there any place in Jiangzhou that produces its own tea?"

At this time, Bai Qingyun had drunk most of the tea in the cup, leaving only a few fresh buds floating in it.

After being nourished and baptized by the spring rain, these tender buds still emit a faint fragrance, telling of the quietness and purity of their growing environment.

Wen Zhao followed Bai Qingyun's line of sight and said, "Of course. Jiangzhou has a lot of rain in spring, so many farmers will see tea trees with young buds when they go up the mountain."

Bai Qingyun was puzzled: "Why not organize the villagers to plant together? It would be better than scattering around in the mountains to search for it!"