Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 3000 Supporting Role

  He is a small trader. Although he has been in Laizhou for many years, who is fine to find out who made the drawings of the ferry?

  It’s not bad to know under which county grandfather the ferry was built.

but……

   Cheng Jiulang's heart moved, and he quickly said: "Maybe someone knows."

"Who?"

Cheng Jiulang said: "Cheng has a friend. He is from Qingzhou and his surname is Qian. This Mr. Qian is a scholar. He has taught in county schools for two years and worked as an official in Linzi County and Qingzhou Provincial Government. He is not only talented, but also well-informed. I wait for things that the small businessmen don't know, he may know."

  Bai Shan raised his eyebrows and asked: "I don't know where he works at this time?"

   Cheng Jiulang said without changing his face: "He is not in the officialdom, so he is at home, but I think if Lord Bai comes to invite him in person, he should be willing to go to Beihai County."

  He said: "Master Bai is different from other adults. He used to speak of adults with a lot of praise."

  Bai Shan didn’t know if what he said was true or false, but he was really happy, so he asked Mr. Qian’s address and wrote it down.

  Bai Shan went down again to send Cheng Jiulang off, implying: "Today and tomorrow are off, we are going out, so it’s not easy to disturb the gentry and officials in Laizhou."

   Cheng Jiulang understood, and immediately said: "Cheng understands, rest assured, my lord, I will not reveal my identity as an adult."

  Bai Shan expressed satisfaction and invited him, “If you return to Qingzhou next time, you can take a detour to our Beihai County. This county invites you to eat seafood.”

Cheng Jiulang responded with a smile, and left.

  Bai Shan watched him leave and turned upstairs.

   Zhou Man looked at him and asked, "Who else will you see next?"

  He slumped on the chair and shook his hand: “No, I’m so tired today, I don’t want to move anymore.”

That is to say, in the evening, he and Zhou Man squatted to the dock with Daji and cakes and left work, or even mixed up with the day laborers who were waiting to be called, and asked about what they earn every day. The amount of money, the type of goods being transported, who has the most ships and who has the biggest party and so on.

  After the chat, the maltose in Bai Shan's hand was also delivered, and it was getting dark. He got up and looked at the ship floating on the sea for a while, then turned around and took Zhou Man's hand back to the inn.

  Bai Erlang and Ming Da also came back from shopping. He and Bai Shan said, "We asked you about it. The goods that go out from Laizhou Ferry are mostly porcelain and lacquerware, as well as fabrics and furs."

"But the fabrics are mostly linen and cotton, and there are also a lot of silks and satin, but they are much less than these." Bai Erlang said: "In addition, there are gold and silverware, wine, medicine, and bronze mirrors. These messy things are available for any kind of goods anyway. I asked about the price. Some of the things are cheaper here than in Qingzhou. Those shops said, don’t look at Laizhou City, which is only half an hour away, but the price is different. Many people came out of the city to buy things here."

   "If they don't enter the city, they will pay less entrance tax."

   Bai Erlang asked: "Then do you want to move Beihai County government to Longchi in the future? Can you charge an extra tax?"

   Zhou Man heard the words and looked at him, and said, "This is too hateful."

  Bai Shan couldn’t help but feel happy. He glanced at Zhou Man and said, “I don’t want to be hated like Master Fu for many years.”

   Zhou Man argued: "I don't remember any hate! Just...can't help but mutter a few words."

  Bai Shan: "Then find a way to earn it back from the Fu family?"

   Zhou Man: "...Don't talk nonsense, sister Fu and I are good friends."

Bai Shan smiled, and then said to Bai Erlang: "The wealth of the people is the wealth of the country. There is no need for the county government to compete for this profit with the merchants, and you have also seen that things in this area are generally cheaper than those in the city, so The benefits of the county government will eventually return to the hands of the local people."

  To put it plainly, he set the county government in Longchi and collected their entrance tax. Wouldn't they add it to the price of the goods?

Just like Man Bao when she was a child, Madam Fu collected her entrance tax. She turned around and raised the price of sugar and sold it to Miss Fu Er. She doubled the income from the Fu family. In the end, she couldn't tell what it was. Who loses and earns.

  So it’s better to let it go to make it convenient for them, and also let the local people get some benefits.

Mingda glanced at Bai Erlang and saw that he looked like he was taught, but when he saw that he didn't take it to heart, she knew that he didn't think deeply. She wanted to remind one or two words, but thought that he would not be an official. , I didn’t want to think about it any more, so I simply asked: "How about the book my father asked you to write?"

   Bai Erlang stiffened, unable to speak.

   Zhou Man and Bai Shan immediately looked at him, "How are you writing?"

  White Jiro curled his lips, and said unhappily: "I just wrote a little bit, not very satisfied, I have already discarded it as manuscript paper."

   Zhou Man stretched out his hand and said, "Let me see."

   Shirajiro refused, "I haven't started writing yet, how can I show it to you?"

   "Just look at the manuscript paper."

   "No!" Shirajiro resolutely refused to agree.

   Zhou Man squinted his eyes and said, “That’s about me, why don’t you show it to me? Say, have you vilified me?”

   "I don't have one!" He cried, "Am I that kind of person?"

   Bai Erlang didn't vilify Zhou Man, he just couldn't help writing according to the facts, and then he wrote not like a fairy.

  He feels that the writing is not good, how can the gods be stingy and greedy like this?

  He looked at Zhou Man with a little dissatisfaction: "This book is too difficult to write. I don't understand why your Majesty wants me to write it."

  Mingda: "You can write so well for Young Master Xiang. Man Bao grew up with you. You know everything about her, you should write better."

   Bai Erlang shook his head painfully and said, "No, it's more difficult to write."

  Bai Shan couldn't help but said: "Who asked you to write about her, your majesty asked you to write about the gods, only to describe the Taibai in it as full of treasures."

   Zhou Man: "Hey, isn't it the main thing to write about me?"

  Bai Shan and Bai Erlang said: "It's really impossible to write, just write whatever you want. Keep the image of Taibai, and I'll write it!"

   Zhou Man glanced at him, then looked at Bai Erlang, "Don’t you want to write Taibai Xiafan Ji?"

   Baijiro looked at Baishan: "So, can Taibai be abbreviated?"

   After Bai Shan nodded, he refreshed and became happy, "Actually, what I want to write most is Wenquxing. Isn’t Wenquxing’s Xia Fandujie more interesting than Taibai Xiafandujie?"

"In this case, I have to let go of writing. Taibai is just a small supporting role. Well, you don’t need to write it for me. A few strokes are past. Isn’t it just Man Bao’s image? Simple, round face, white skin , Lively, that's all, I can barely count you as gentle, walking around the world with a piano and a medicine box on your back?"

   Zhou Man: "...I have taken a few pens, so what do you write about me? Taibai just showed his face when he came down to the world?"

  　See you at seven in the afternoon

  (End of this chapter)