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Lou Yu lived in the yamen for several days in a row, during which time he took time to go to the farm to pay a funeral for the dead Zhuangtou.

The government office has its own mature office system, and Lou Yu has no plans to change it now.

After familiarizing himself with the procedure, he began to deal with the legacy of history.

The first is city defense.

When the garrison was captured, the city defense would naturally be taken over by the government soldiers. Lou Yu handed over these personnel arrangements to Huo Yan and Li Shu.

Next is the saltworks.

The salt farm is the economic foundation for Lou Yu's development, and it is the top priority, but he doesn't have any extra manpower available, so it's a bit troublesome.

This riot in the salt field was indeed caused by the long-standing grievances of the salt workers.

But in fact, the grievances of the salt workers are not enough to explode, otherwise the original book would not have revolted a few years later.

The reason for the advance is that Lou Yu has sent people to agitate among the salt workers during this period of time to stimulate the blood of the salt workers.

Among them, Zhao Shuangsi also contributed.

Although this move is to use the salt workers to force Guo Lian to mobilize part of his troops through the salt workers' riot, but at the same time it is also the cooperation between Lou Yu and the salt workers.

If you want to live a good life, you can't just pay nothing.

He sent someone to Zhao Shuangsi, explained the reason to him, and let him choose.

Without hesitation, Zhao Shuangsi chose to break Guo Lian's exploitative rule and instead took refuge in Prince Qing's Mansion.

He was able to lead the salt workers to revolt, which shows that he has a high prestige among the salt workers and is born with leadership skills. If he secretly encourages the salt workers, most of the salt workers will be convinced.

Facts have proved that Zhao Shuangsi really surprised him.

Now manpower is insufficient, if possible, he prefers Zhao Shuangsi to manage the saltworks for him.

But whether Zhao Shuangsi is credible is still open to question.

Finally, there is the problem of resettlement of refugees and garrisons.

Lou Yu called the prison officer and asked, "I need dozens of shackles, is there any in the torture room?"

The prison officer was a short, thin man in his thirties, he didn't look imposing, and he didn't know how he became a prison officer.

He still had lingering fears about Lou Yu's tough behavior that day, he lowered his head and said tremblingly, "No, not this, not so much."

Lou Yu asked again: "What if the instruments of torture are insufficient?"

"Yes, I will find iron and blacksmiths in the city to forge and build."

That is to say, it is outsourced to the self-employed.

Although everything related to iron has to be cautious, the magistrate has a lot of power, and he says nothing in his jurisdiction. If the magistrate orders to make iron torture tools, no blacksmith will dare to refuse.

Ordinary people are more restricted, and they have to go to the government to declare.

He said to the prison officer: "Before the bandits attacked the Wangfu farm, I sent people to arrest dozens of bandits. This matter should have been dealt with by the government, right?"

Prison officer: "...Yes."

"That's good," Lou Yu didn't feel embarrassed at all, "Then allocate funds from the public to go to the blacksmith's shop to make fifty pairs of shackles."

The prison officer wanted to cry but had no tears, so he was about to leave.

He was stopped by Lou Yu again: "How long will it take?"

The prison officer thought for a while, "One month."

so slow!

Lou Yu raised his forehead, "Can't you rush?"

After talking so much, the prison officer felt that Lou Yu didn't look that scary, so he boldly said: "The blacksmith shop has only so many people, no matter how fast it will get there."

"There is only one blacksmith shop in the city?"

The prison officer shook his head, "No, but their home is of the best quality."

Lou Yu sighed, even if he had the best blacksmithing skills, he couldn't handle the inefficiency!

It would be great if there was an ironworks.

Lou Yu silently added the ironworks into the plan.

"Forget it, you go and file first."

As for those gangsters, stay in prison for a while.

The exiles have had a miserable life these days. They are guarded by well-trained soldiers and can only eat one meal a day. In Lou Yu's words, they will die if they don't starve.

And those refugees who have never done anything, although they are also very embarrassed, but at least the kind farmers will give them some food and drink, and are even willing to let them work in exchange for food.

The comparison between the two compartments is miserable.

But they never expected that the group of soldiers guarding them today would suddenly tie them up with ropes and head all the way to the city.

What is this for?You don't want to send them to the saltworks as coolies, do you?

Until they saw the strict and dark cell.

Worse days are yet to come.

Lou Yu has no time to sympathize with the tragic experience of the bandits, he is busy rectifying the saltworks.

Like the government officials, the ambassador of the salt department is a coward in essence, and he will bow his head and obey his ears when he is slightly frightened.

He used to obey Guo Lian just for profit, but now that Guo Lian has fallen, he just needs to change his master.

He thought that Lou Yu was no different from Guo Lian, but he just wanted to get more salt profits from the salt farm, so when he was called to see Lou Yu, he didn't reject him much.

But when Lou Yu mentioned the new management method, he opened his mouth in shock, and even wanted to yell at Lou Yu for being mentally ill.

Hardly held back.

Lou Yu watched his distorted expression, and said with a smile: "The ambassador can speak freely."

The ambassador of the salt class pinched the back of his hand and replied: "Your Highness, provide enough food for the salt workers, let them eat and wear warm clothes, and work no more than five hours a day, so that they can recharge their batteries. These officials can understand ,but……"

He took a sneak peek at Lou Yu's expression, and boldly continued: "But the lower officials don't understand, why should they give way to the salt workers?"

Based on the previous output of the saltworks and the labor efficiency of the salt workers, Lou Yu estimated the average monthly salt production capacity of each kitchen household, and proposed rules for quotas and excesses.

Each kitchen household must provide a fixed amount of salt every month. If there is an excess, they can draw a percentage of the excess salt.

The commission is very low, but once the total amount of all the kitchen households in the salt field is added up, the total profit will be high.

The ambassador of the salt class is reluctant to part with those salt benefits.

In his eyes, the salt workers are not much different from the livestock that pull the load, so why give them extra money?Just eat and drink enough, right?

However, Lou Yu believes that in order to increase the enthusiasm of salt workers, it is necessary to pay more for more work.

The commission paid to each salt worker is very small, but no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it is still meat. Salt workers will work hard if they have a big head.

Lou Yu asked back: "If the imperial court doesn't give you a salary, and you don't have enough food and clothing, and even someone whips you behind you all the time, would you still be willing to be the salt ambassador?"

The ambassador couldn't help but retort: ​​"How can this be compared? The lower officials are doing things for the imperial court, and the imperial court will certainly not stop paying their salaries."

"Could it be that all the salt produced by the salt workers went into their own stomachs?"

ambassador:"……"

He was very unconvinced, and still felt that he was different from the salt workers.

Lou Yu didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he said directly: "If you don't want to, why don't I exempt you from the salt as well."

The ambassador fell silent.

He can join forces with Guo Lian, so he is naturally a greedy villain.

As for the righteousness of the court, he doesn't understand.

He is willing to listen to Lou Yu, but Lou Yu is willing to share the salt with him.

After the matter was finalized, Lou Yu asked him to return to the saltworks with the new rules and regulations.

Now the salt farm is guarded by three hundred government soldiers, and every move is watched.

The ambassador of the salt class did not dare to be a monster, so he summoned all the stoves and small officials in a depressed manner, and told the matter concisely.

Everyone thought they were hallucinating, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Only Zhao Shuangsi couldn't help showing a smile.

His Highness kept his promise.

Before that, Zhao Shuangsi agreed to Lou Yu's request without hesitation, firstly because of Lou Yu's life-saving grace to his wife, and secondly because if the salt farm was taken over by Lou Yu, no matter how bad it was, it would not be as bad as the salt farm under Guo Lian's rule.

If what the Salt Ambassador said is true, then the life of the salt workers will get better and better in the future.

As long as they are willing to work, as long as they produce more salt, they can get more money!

His vision is limited, and just that makes his blood boil.

Everyone was shocked for a long while, and when they came back to their senses, it seemed as if the surging boiling water gathered enough strength and exploded with a bang in the confined space.

"My lord, what you said is true?!"

"We can really get money by working harder?!"

"Can you still ask for leave to go to see a doctor?!"

"Don't you have to work day and night?"

"..."

The crowd was chattering, making the ambassador of the salt class very annoyed.

Seeing this, Zhao Shuangsi hurriedly shouted: "Everyone be quiet! Be quiet! Let's listen to the ambassador!"

Everyone gradually quieted down, all staring at the ambassador with fiery eyes.

ambassador:"……"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said angrily: "Your Highness's golden words, can there be false ones?"

"Your Highness is so kind!"

"Your Highness is truly benevolent!"

"Your Highness is such a good man!"

Sentences of simple praise penetrated into the ear of the ambassador, the ambassador secretly rolled his eyes, said a few words on the scene, and then slipped away.

Everyone went back happily and told the new rules to the others. Seeing the shock of the others, they raised their heads and laughed.

Laughter gradually spread throughout the saltworks.

Zhao Shuangsi hummed a little tune and returned home in good spirits.

His wife has been recuperated, and her health is more than half recovered, and she is sitting in the yard mending his clothes.

Seeing him come back, I couldn't help asking worriedly: "What did the ambassador call you to say? Is it because of what we did a few days ago?"

At this moment, Xiaogou Zhao rushed back and yelled, "Daddy! Is what they said true!"

He's already heard what the other grown-ups have said.

Zhao Shuangsi nodded with a smile, and explained the new rules to the two of them, who were fascinated by it.

Zhao Xiaogou excitedly wandered around in the yard, "Father, will I be able to earn more money by working hard in the future?!"

Infected by it, Zhao Shuangsi couldn't help but burst into tears.

His greatest wish is for his family to be safe and live a good life.

He grabbed Zhao Xiaogou's hand and reached for his wife's again.

But he saw his wife was already kneeling on the ground, kowtowing in the direction of Fucheng.

She finished knocking piously, and solemnly said to the two: "Our Highness saved our lives, and the new rules were also set by His Highness. Your Highness is the benefactor of our family! Master, puppy, we must not forget!"

Zhao Xiaogou sniffed his nose, wiped away his tears, knelt beside his mother, kowtowed a few times seriously, and said firmly, "Mother, I will remember! Your Highness is the best and best benefactor!"

There were bright smiles on the faces of the two mothers.

Zhao Shuangsi couldn't help turning her back, wiping away the tears she accidentally shed.

A few days later, Guo Lian received a reply to his memorial.

Sure enough, as Lou Yu expected, the court didn't care about this matter at all, and just tried to comfort him a few words, letting Guo Lian fend for himself.

Guo Lian's heart became cold all of a sudden.

He originally expected that the imperial court would send troops to find out the abnormality, but now he didn't even have this chance.

Lou Yu said, "You write another note."

Guo Liansheng has nothing to love: "What to write?"

"Crying miserably with the imperial court, the more miserable the writing, the better. In the end, I wrote it as Baoqing Prefecture. I can only recruit troops and build fortifications by myself. I hope the imperial court will allow it."

Guo Lian felt that Lou Yu was too courageous, he shook his head and said, "This is a crime of bullying the emperor."

"Master Guo has done less to deceive the king and commit crimes?"

Lou Yu sarcastically said, "Write it right away, if you don't write it, Guo Tang will be spared dinner tonight!"

His son was completely taken hostage, so Guo Lian had no choice but to take up a pen and write an excerpt.

A few days later, the imperial court sent a reply.

Lou Yu summed it up in two words as "casual", and in four words summed it up as "whatever he likes".

Anyway, it would be good if the Ministry of Users did not pay for it.

Now that he has obtained the "iron proof of exoneration", Lou Yu can act boldly with confidence.

After such a long period of accumulation, Lou Yu's personal wealth has become an extremely large number.

Private salt profiteering, sincerely do not deceive me.

With a steady stream of salt profits, he doesn't have to worry about going bankrupt at all.

After being busy for so long, he finally remembered the group of captured garrisons, so he called Li Shu.

"What about the garrisons?"

Li Shu scratched his head and said helplessly: "They are all bad-tempered. They call us rebels all day long, and they don't want to accept surrender at all."

Not to mention being edited.

What Lou Yu lacks now is manpower, so naturally he doesn't want to let these 1000 people go.

"How did you house them?" he asked.

Li Shu smiled bitterly and said: "Just keep them in the barracks and go to persuade them every day."

You can't kill if you kill, and you can't beat hard when you fight. You can only bicker with each other.

But it's okay to continue like this.

Lou Yu said: "I remember the commander of the garrison is called He Dazhou, right?"

"Yes," Li Shu said gloomily, "The temper is stinky and hard."

Every time he goes, he will be sprayed with dog blood.

Lou Yu patted him on the shoulder.

"No matter how hard it is, you still have to chew it. Take me to see him."