The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

As a result, he didn't wake up the next morning because he drank too much the day before yesterday, and the alcohol paralyzed his brain, and he didn't wake up until noon the next day.

So the tentative plan to go to Sun Yuanwai's residence the next day didn't happen, so we had to wait until tomorrow.

In the past few days, he didn't go to see how the cement road was being repaired. After lunch, he got into the carriage and headed towards the cement factory.

When I got to the place, I saw that the road from the cement factory to the city had been repaired by more than half.

Sure enough, there are many people and strong strength, and the one-month project was completed in half a month.

But the work is fast and the money is fast. Lin Zhao is hurrying now and hopes to finish it by the end of September, so the cement road has been recruiting workers.

This time is not the season of busy farming. If it is later, it will catch up with the second harvest. By then, the common people will go home to collect grain, and there will be fewer people working on the road.

Taking advantage of the good weather during this period, the cement road has been rushing to work, and the moon is shining very brightly after the sun sets at night. Lin Zhao asked the villagers to work hard, and those who stayed to work overtime would be paid more wages.

In the view of these villagers, it is good enough to earn money by doing work, and the more you do, the more you pay.What's more, when doing farm work, it's common for people to take a break very late at night. It's nothing to do more work, and you can earn more money.

So anyone who can spare time to work stays and works an extra hour or two every day.

The cement road was repaired very smoothly, and the cement plant was also proceeding in an orderly manner.

This batch of iron ore powder was almost used up, and Lin Zhao couldn't open his mouth to ask the emperor for it.

In the past few days, Lin Zhao has been wandering around the mountains near Heifeng Village whenever he has time. He has always suspected that there is an iron mine in one of the mountains, but it has not been confirmed yet, so he did not report it.

If it is really an iron mine, then more cement factories can be built nearby, which will be the most convenient for building roads and houses.

It was already evening when Jiang Ziyan came back from the cement factory. On his way back to the county, many villagers who were still building roads by the road knew him and greeted him along the way.

By the time they got home, Lin Zhao had already returned.

Jiang Ziyan thought of the enthusiastic faces he saw along the road when he went to the cement factory today, and he sighed in his heart.

While eating, he couldn't help remembering that Lin Zhao had said before that the cotton here grows very well, and asked: "Azhao, you said before that the cotton here grows well, and you said that after I bought the land, would you like to buy it all?" grown into cotton?"

Lin Zhao paused, poured him a bowl of soup, and said, "Yes, this place is located in the northwest, with four seasons, hot summer and cold winter, so there are people here who grow cotton and make thick quilts and padded jackets. To keep out the cold. If it is planted in a large area, you can consider selling the cotton. If you can find a suitable buyer, it should be a very good business."

Jiang Ziyan thought more. If all the cotton was sold, he could only earn the difference between the market price and the cost of the cotton itself. But if it was used in the textile industry, it would be more profitable after secondary processing and then sold.

Especially cotton cloth, pure cotton cloth has better air permeability, and the loom in the embroidery room can get a piece of cotton cloth after processing.

The brocade silk on the next level is basically made of silk, and Lin'an does not have that condition for the time being.

But cotton cloth can be produced in large quantities. This kind of cotton cloth does not necessarily have to be used as clothes. After all, most rich people wear silk and satin, such as medical gauze, and cloth that can be used in daily life. Cotton cloth can be used instead. Cotton is much better than linen.

The most important thing is that cotton can be used to make padded clothes, but instead of filling a layer of cotton between two layers of cotton cloth, it is cut and sewn to make a down-like cotton padded jacket.

Moreover, cotton seeds can be used to extract oil, and the pressed oil cake can also be used as a good fertilizer for field fertilization.

Jiang Ziyan already had a rough idea in his mind. In addition to opening a heavy industry such as a cement factory here, he could also develop a light industry such as textiles.

Seeing that Jiang Ziyan was engrossed in his thoughts, Lin Zhao tapped his bowl with chopsticks, and said in a deep voice, "Eat first, don't worry, what do you want to do, think it over and tell me carefully."

Lin Zhao's words probably acquiesced in his thoughts, and the translation means that I support whatever you do.

Jiang Ziyan smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll lose all my money?"

"I'm afraid, if you make too much money, you will dislike me."

Early the next morning, Jiang Ziyan fell asleep and didn't get up until Sishi.

After getting dressed and tidying up his clothes, he ate something to make a cushion, then went out and walked towards Sun Yuanwai's residence.

Things went well, and Jiang Ziyan bought [-] acres of land from Yuanwai Sun without any surprise.

The same method was tried and tested, and he bought [-] acres each from Master Qian and Yuanwai Zhao.

It's just that he didn't go to Zhao Yuanwai's house, but Zhao Yuanwai took the initiative to send the land deed, and his thoughts were very clear, which made Jiang Ziyan feel that he was a little confused.

Now that they have guessed his intentions, if they want to sell the [-] acres of land to him, they must be able to come up with a countermeasure, but he still took the initiative to send it to his door.

If he wanted to curry favor with the county magistrate, he hadn't been seen close to him in the past, but he was very proactive when it came to buying land.

Jiang Ziyan couldn't understand his intention, so he told Lin Zhao about it.

Lin Zhao thought for a moment and then said: "Don't worry about him, since he sent this land deed, I will send him the money for buying the land later, and treat it as our purchase. Don't worry about other things. If you ask for something, you will definitely come to your door.”

"That's good. In this way, we bought 120 mu of land this time. How many fields are there in the Yamen waiting to be sold?"

A few days ago, Lin Zhao had read all the taxes and the public accounts of the yamen.Yamen has about sixty acres of sweets for sale, which is not too much.

Originally, as long as the yamen collected the unowned fields, they would sell them. This time, Lin Zhao was in charge, and the fields were kept.

Jiang Ziyan said: "You go back and ask the yamen to calculate it in the account. I will make up all the money needed for these fields. In this way, there will be 180 mu of land."

"When the time comes, I will see where the specific fields are. Some of them will be used to grow cotton, and some will be used to grow sugar cane. If there is a suitable land, I will plant some tea fields. The milk tea shops in the capital need to supply fried tea. Once the road is repaired, it will be very convenient to transport tea from here.”

Lin Zhao nodded, "You can make up your own mind about business matters, and everything is up to you."

Hearing such gentle words suddenly, Jiang Ziyan felt a little embarrassed.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zhao asked, "Who is Er Gouzi?"

Jiang Ziyan was puzzled, "Er Gouzi? What Er Gouzi?"

Lin Zhao moved out what he said when he was drunk two days ago, and finally said: "I asked you who is the person you like, but you actually answered Er Gouzi. Do you not love me anymore?"

Especially the last sentence, the tone is full of resentment.

Jiang Ziyan couldn't help but chuckled, reached out and stroked his head, feeling that he was getting cuter.

"Er Gouzi is a dog I... used to raise. You rubbed against my face that night, and I thought it was pounced on me."

The more Jiang Ziyan looked at Lin Zhao, the more he felt that he looked like a big dog that looked a bit fierce on the outside and somewhat unreasonable, but in fact he was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, loyal to his feelings.

The two talked for a while before going to rest.

Just entered September, it rained several times, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

Most of the cement road has been repaired. After several days of rain, the cement road has been shut down.

There are not many things in the yamen, but the reputation is much higher. Many people often make troubles in the yamen because of some difficult-to-resolve conflicts.

For example, who stole someone's chicken today, and who stole whose carriage tomorrow. Basically, these trivial things happen every day.

Did Lin Zhao refuse to accept the case because he thought it was too troublesome, and decided to settle the matter in court.

In addition, he also looked through many previous files, related to people's livelihood, taxation, and more backlogs of unsolved cases.

Among them, there are many cases of murder and arson, and some of them are flower-picking robbers. Lin Zhao looked through the files for several years and found that this flower-picking robber had committed the crime for five or six years, and he has not been caught yet.

There are also some murders that are so long ago that the detailed information recorded on them is not much, and there is no way to investigate them.

Lin Zhao first put aside these clueless cases. In the process of checking these files, he found that there were many unjust, false and wrong cases.

One of the cases caught Lin Zhao's attention.

This was a case where a mother-in-law brought her daughter-in-law to sue her son. It was the first time Lin Zhao heard of such absurd things. There was actually a mother who brought her daughter-in-law to sue her son.

It was recorded in the file that the mother-in-law's son had an accident on the way to Beijing to rush for the exam and unfortunately died.

However, not long after, when the mother-in-law finally came out of the emotion of losing her son, she met a person who looked exactly like her son by chance.

After all, he was the son he raised by himself, apart from his appearance, even if he was turned into ashes, every mother would know him.

However, when she went to recognize her relatives, she found that her son turned his back on her and said that he had never seen her before, but that he was the son of a rich family in the city.

So the mother-in-law got angry and sued her son to the Yamen, but the Yamen gave the result that she had identified the wrong person, saying that there were thousands of similar people in the world, and that one was not her son.

The old woman broke down and cried, and died not long after. The daughter-in-law was dissatisfied with the result and sued the government again.

He was tortured with finger sticks in the hall, but he still insisted that he was her husband, the child in her unborn womb.

The reason why this case attracted Lin Zhao's attention was not that there was a problem in the yamen's trial. He came in and saw that almost all the files had problems.What caught his attention was the name of the so-called mother-in-law's mistaken son recorded in this file. This person was Zhang Chengyu.

Although Lin Zhao didn't stay in the capital for a long time, he once heard Han Yuxiu say that she was deceived into being a concubine by a scholar before, and then she gave birth to a child without being married, and this scholar was called Zhang Chengyu.

Such a man who abandons his family and children is not worthy of virtue even if he is a scholar.

It rained for many days, and Lin Zhao also read the files for many days.

It took five or six days for the weather to clear up, and the sunshine in September was not so strong. Taking advantage of the long day, the construction team of the cement road did not continue to rest, but seized the time to get busy.

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