Regarding official documents, Luo Yong thought that the road was built from Yizhou to Jinchang.
The documents were written in Yizhou and Jinchang, so there was nothing wrong with him as the magistrate of Changle County.
Please search fhxiaoshuo for Phoenix\Phoenix\ updates quickly It just so happened that he wasn't too impatient to deal with the people in Chang'an during this period, so he didn't write.
Luo Yong just didn't expect that Chen Jiao had really made up his mind to do nothing rather than wade into troubled waters.
He didn't even write the document this time.
Chen Jiao felt that it was Luo Yong who negotiated with those Yiwu people about road construction.
It was none of Chen Jiao's business if they cooperated.
They did whatever they liked, and he wouldn't join in anyway.
In the next few years, When his term as governor expired, he returned to Chang'an City.
The Yizhou side did write it, but at that time the imperial court didn't know that they were building this kind of road.
The agents there hadn't sent them the model yet, and Chang'an City hadn't gotten it either.
Wooden track related technologies.
So back and forth like this, these big guys here in Chang'an City were beaten there.
It's not enough to just keep going like this.
We have to think of a way.
Chang'an City is still waiting for road construction, so we can't keep delaying.
So on this day, Tang Jian received a letter from Chang'an City.
The soldiers at the post station were anxious to deliver it to him, saying that it was urgent.
Tang Jian took a look and saw that it was not a serious official document.
It was just a letter written to him by an old acquaintance.
What could this person do to him?
If he was so anxious, could it be that something had happened to his family and he was asking for help?
It's not like they have such a strong relationship.
Mr.
Tang opened the letter and looked at it.
There was nothing urgent about it.
It was just an ordinary greeting between friends.
Could it be that the soldier had made a mistake?
Looking further down, he understood a little bit.
In this letter, this old friend asked Tang Jian what was going on with Luo Yong and Chen Jiao.
Everyone in Chang'an City heard that they had laid a wooden track here, which made it very fast and convenient to transport people and goods.
For such a big matter, why don't they see their officials from Guazhou write a document and submit it?
Could there be some inside story in it?
After Tang Jian finished reading the letter, he put it aside, stroked his beard, and was speechless again.
That afternoon, when Qiao Junlin came to class, Tang Jian was standing in the corridor waiting for him.
When he saw him coming, he waved to him.
"What does the dean want from me?"
Qiao Junlin walked over and asked.
"You go back later and talk to Luo Yong and ask him to write an official document about the wooden track and submit it.
People over there in Chang'an City are impatient."
Tang Jian said to him.
"Why don't I go back and tell him now?"
After just a few steps, Qiao Junlin thought of going back and telling Luo Yong this, and then coming back to class later wouldn't be a waste.
"Nothing, just go to class.
It won't take more than an hour and a half."
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Tang Jian said casually.
Qiao Junlin: "" "Here."
Since Dean Tang said so, he might as well go to class first.
In the evening of that day, Qiao Junlin returned to the county government from Changle Academy and talked about the matter with Luo Yong.
Luo Yong heard about it, so he wrote a document that night and sent someone to the post station early the next morning.
After receiving the document, the post station quickly ordered the soldiers to send it to Jinchang, passing it from station to station.
It was so easy.
When they arrived at Chang'an City, the big guys saw that they were all alive and quickly gave it to the emperor.
The emperor took the opportunity to praise Luo Yong and rewarded the Luo family with a lot of gold, silver, and silk.
On this side, the emperor's document commending Luo Yong had just been sent out of Chang'an City.
On the other side, the wooden track in Chang'an City could not wait to start construction.
The people of Chang'an were generally very happy when they heard that roads were to be built again.
And because of the previous victory against Xue Yantuo, the atmosphere in Chang'an city was very lively.
As for the dilemma faced by relevant officials before the construction of this wooden track started, ordinary people would naturally not know about it.
So, despite the fact that those big families are usually very good at putting on airs, in fact, when it comes to many things, they are also very tacky.
By the early Tang Dynasty, the culture of the gentry had lasted for hundreds of years.
It was a naturally superior group, and its image was very important, so these rustic things had to be hidden and tightly tucked away.
Well, that means if you don’t have aristocratic temperament, you will be looked down upon.
Magistrate Luo: In response to this situation, there is a word in later generations that is very appropriate, pretentious.
Magistrate Luo was sitting in his small county office in Longxi at this time, slurping down corn porridge and stir-fried pork slices with pumpkin.
Last year, a merchant from Gaochang gave him some pumpkin seeds.
Luo Yong had them planted in the vegetable garden behind the county government office.
The officials often watered and fertilized these pumpkins, and they took good care of them.
After careful consideration, a lot of pumpkins were born.
The flesh of the pumpkins was eaten and the seeds were kept as seeds.
A golden melon has many seeds.
Luo Yong gave some to anyone who had some friendship with him in and outside the county, and the officials and servants also took some for themselves.
Pumpkin is not very popular at the moment, and its seeds are somewhat valuable.
If this tender pumpkin hadn't been trampled by five pairs of people yesterday, and the vines were broken, Luo Yong would not have been willing to ask people to fry it and eat it.
It had been years since he had eaten fried pumpkin.
Magistrate Luo was very satisfied with a mouthful of corn porridge and a bite of fried pumpkin.
Their county government office has also been very busy these days, if not for anything else, it's just that it's the season to give Bai Diehua a heart-warming visit again.
It is said that last year there was a rich man who had a stubborn temper and refused to give up.
In the end, Luo Yong discussed with him and asked him to take most of them and leave one acre of land to see what the future harvest would be.
How about it.
As a result, the branches of the white folded flowers in his one acre of land were so tall that the white folded flowers produced were either large or small.
In addition, the wind in their place in Changle County was very windy, and his white folded flowers grew to the back.
The plant was weak and could not protect the flowers, and a lot of them fell behind.
But it made me feel bad for him.
I went to the ground to pick them every day.
However, it was useless to pick up the immature white flowers.
They were dried in the sun at most.
It is used as firewood for fire.
The last acre of white folded flowers was recovered, and the harvest was more than 20 to 30% less than that of other top crops.
The white folded flowers last year were not cheap.
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The harvest was 20 to 30% less, which is still a lot of money.
Although he is a wealthy local, he is also a frugal family.
His children and grandchildren usually want to eat caramel cakes, but they refuse to buy them often.
The few white stacked flowers harvested this year are not enough to buy many caramel cakes.
How?
Can not feel bad.
The white flower stalks in the field have been harvested, and the remaining flower stalks are not of much use.
They can be taken back to light the fire.
I heard that when his family took back the white flower stalks from the one acre of land to burn the fire, his mother-in-law said You should recite it every time you have a fever.
"It's not like there's a natural disaster, or there's that ferocious beast coming to cause trouble."
"It's been a good harvest year, but you have to go to such trouble."
"Crack" is the sound of the white stacked flower stems being broken.
They are broken before they can be stuffed into the stove to light the fire.
These flower stems are dried in the sun and make a crisp sound when folded.
"What's missing now is this pile of firewood."
"My grandson wants to eat cakes, but I'm not willing to buy them.
Just this one time, how many cakes can my grandson eat?"
"Hey, how come the flower stalks in this acre of land are so burned?"
This morning, everyone in the county government was eating.
While eating, they talked, and they also talked about their home.
"He came here during the Dragon Boat Festival and asked me when the white flowers will be poured out this year."
"I heard that last year he had an acre of white flowers, and many people came to see it."
"That's right.
There are a lot of people going there."
"It wasn't until later that all the white flowers in the field were harvested, and only the flower stalks were left on the ground.
Then someone would look at it."
"I heard that he used to have the final say in their family, and his aunt-in-law didn't say much.
After this incident, her aunt-in-law spoke louder."
"Ha ha ha ha" "His white folded flowers have been planted well this year."
"That's a good hand for farming."
"It's just that stubborn temper that none of the five couples can compare to."
"What are the five pairs doing?
They've been squatting under that wall for a long time."
"I stepped on the pumpkin vine and I'm going to be punished."
"Tsk, you deserve the punishment."
Everyone glanced at the plate of fried pumpkin in front of Luo Yong.
They didn't know how it tasted.
They were so stingy that they didn't even try it, saying it was a special offering from the Ming Dynasty.
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