Iron Dynasty

"Can ordinary people get the title?"

In Zhujia Village, Zhu Wuliu raised his head and asked the reporter who came to read the newspaper. ?≠≥≥≥≠≠=≈≥≥≈

"Well, the newspaper clearly stated that as long as people who have made major contributions to Qingzhou can get the title, and there will be hereditary land relative to the title, the lowest county male is 300 acres of hereditary fertile land, and the government will not have it in the future. The right to take back these lands is basically equivalent to private territory."

It was reporter Jiang who had come to Zhujiacun to read the newspaper. When he read the news, he was full of enthusiasm and had the urge to do a big job.

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

Zhu Wuliu's saliva remained, and the section of road he contracted in Qingzhou was basically completed. During this time, he was also free and had time to listen to the newspaper.

"Reporter, you continue to read, how should our people get the title?"

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

"Five thousand horses!" Zhu Wuliu stuck out his tongue. "This Qingzhou horse administration stipulates that one family should raise one horse. What's wrong with these five thousand horses."

"So you need a huge contribution. Do you think you can be a county boy by picking 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 profession, do you still hope Those who have won the title can’t raise horses, but also raise chickens and ducks."

"Hahaha..."

The villagers burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Then reporter Jiang told the specific rewards one by one, and the people nodded frequently, wondering where they could contribute.

In addition to Zhujiacun, the discussion on the title of the Qingzhou City became more intense.

At Bowen Academy, a group of students gathered around and trembled with excitement.

Although they were admitted to the Bowen Academy, they were not interested in learning all these weird knowledge at all, let alone studying them.

It can be said that at Bowen College, they are just muddle-headed days. After graduation, they look forward to being assigned to a certain department in Qingzhou.

Like them, most of the students hold this idea. They studied hard for the past ten years just to enter the official career, and this strong idea has not been eliminated.

Even if Xiao Ming introduced the monetary reward system last time, the stimulation was far from enough for them, because pretending to be high-ranking is a common problem for many scholars.

But now it's different. The people don't know what this title is. They know very well that in the country of Da Yu, these titles belong to the royal family.

The scholars became officials for the sake of fate and glory, and now this title is too much for their taste.

In their eyes, a bright road that is not an imperial examination but an imperial examination was born.

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

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 blankly, and said casually: "Yes, but this may be deadly."

"It doesn't matter, let me come, for Qingzhou, for your Highness, although I die without regret." The scholar grabbed Lin Wentao's hand.

Lin Wentao is obsessed with his own 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 in the Physics College sitting around were staring straight at him, very strange.

Without waiting for him to speak, other students shouted: "Let the future, I am fat, not afraid of falling."

"I have thick skin and thick flesh, and it's okay to fall from a tree when I was a kid, let me come." Another person shouted.

"let me do it."

"..."

Chamber of Commerce.

The merchant who came to purchase the goods had forgotten about the purchase at this time, but gathered in twos and threes, and said excitedly with the newspaper in his hand.

"His Royal Highness is a wise martial artist, just like Yao and Shun alive, I didn't expect our merchants to have such a day."

Outside the Chamber of Commerce, Ding Wu laughed loudly.

"Science, peasants, industry and commerce, our merchants have always had the lowest status. His magnanimity has not only improved the status of merchants in Qingzhou, but now we have our share of the title." Dai Zixing was excited.

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

At this moment, he suddenly saw hope. In his dream, he would receive this honorable title and would no longer be discriminated against by others.

Dai Zixing nodded frequently, Ding Wu also contracted a section of the road in Qingzhou City, and bought a lot of cement pipes from him. It is also after the second person will meet.

"His Royal Highness takes care of us in this way. If we can't live up to His Highness's good intentions, we will do our part for the business of Qingzhou in the future." Dai Zixing said seemingly inadvertently.

Ding Wu's expression stiffened.

Although Dai Zixing's words were unintentional, they pierced his heart. Ding Wanquan was his father and also belonged to King Wei.

Now he was suddenly a little worried that he would be involved in some unnecessary things, because his current goal is to work hard to run his own property in Qingzhou, and now he has one more, won the knighthood, and lives in the glory of Qingzhou.

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

This is the house he just bought in Qingzhou. From now on, this will be where he lives in Qingzhou~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this moment, a man with the appearance of a housekeeper hurried over and handed him a newspaper.

Cao Zhengyang glanced at the eye-catching headlines of the newspaper and was a little surprised. When he looked down, his expression suddenly became complicated.

"This time coming to Qingzhou may be the most correct choice for the Cao family. King Qi seems to have been deeply influenced by the Western priest. In this way, will the Cao family be like a fish in water? The prosperity of Western commerce cannot be realized in Qingzhou. "

Cao Zhengyang held the newspaper in his hands, his eyes full of inexplicable ambition.

"If this is the case, I need to report my father's strong support for King Qi, and I must guide King Qi to learn from the West, so that my Cao family can be passed on from generation to generation like a Western business family, and the incense will never die."

After making this decision, Cao Zhengyang immediately wrote a letter to the housekeeper Babaili to rush to Lin'an. At the same time, he also stuffed the Qingzhou newspaper in the envelope. As evidenced by the Qingzhou newspaper, he believed that his father would be more determined. Determined to slowly transfer Cao’s industry to Qingzhou.

(To be continued.)