After seeing the two servants leaving with Da Ya, Yang Feng said to Xia Dayan, Ding Youwen and Tu Hongliang, "You have seen it too, sir. There are tens of thousands of people gathered here, and there are many young and strong laborers among them. Some people rely on their strength and strength to bully women, children and weak people.

The number of yamen runners here is also smaller. Although this marquis also sent some soldiers to maintain order, as the saying goes, there is only a thousand days to be a thief but not a thousand days to guard against thieves. Therefore, this marquis thought it would be better to send them to Taiwan as soon as possible and let them settle down as soon as possible."

Xia Dayan nodded and said, "The Marquis's words are reasonable. Tens of thousands of people staying here for a long time does bring hidden dangers to public security. They should be sent away as soon as possible. However, Lord Bi refused to say that Taiwan is not ready yet and hopes to let these people stay here for the time being."

"snort!"

The governor Ding Youwen sneered: "Mr. Bi stood and spoke without any pain. Of course, he wished these people would stay here as long as possible. He would be so happy that he would be with us to raise these people for him."

Ding Youwen's complaints are not without reason. Tens of thousands of people are stranded outside Xiamen City, and the amount of food consumed every day is not a small amount.

Although Yang Feng, a local rich man, had a part of it, the Fujian government, as a landlord, could not stand by. These days, Xia Dayan and Ding Youwen allocated 15,000 taels of silver and more than 100,000 kilograms of grain from the treasury to help these people.

It is not easy to use your own food and money to help other people's people. It is easy to say the saying of self-sacrificing oneself, but it is not so simple to do. This is also the reason why Ding Youwen feels unhappy.

Yang Feng waved his hand: "Mr. Ding, you can't say that. After all, it's not easy for Master Bi and the others. Everything has to start from scratch when you first arrive in Taiwan. We can help a little bit."

Before Ding Youwen could speak, Yang Feng said again: "Everyone has seen what happened just now. It is not a solution for those newly migrated people to do nothing every day. This marquis thinks it is better to find something for them to do, so that the people will not do nothing, and secondly, they can also find a profitable livelihood. What do you think?"

Xia Dayan nodded slowly: "This is a good way."

Tu Hongliang asked, "But there are tens of thousands of people here. What kind of business can make tens of thousands of people work together?"

"Well, this is indeed a problem." Ding Youwen also nodded.

In an era when productivity was not developed, most people's lives revolve around fields, even in Jiangnan, where handicrafts are relatively developed, it is not easy to place tens of thousands of people at once.

"This is easy to deal with!"

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng waved his hand indifferently.

"Just let them all go to build roads."

“What… road construction?”

"Not bad...it's just building roads."

Yang Feng's eyes looked bright and energetic.

"I have been here in Fujian for more than a year. My biggest feeling is that the road in Fujian is too bad. Even the official road is disrepair for a long time. If you step on it, you will almost be a pit. This is not possible.

Therefore, I think the official road from Xiamen to Fuzhou can be renovated, whether it is widened or renovated. If all the official roads in Fujian can be repaired, it will be a rare good thing for both the people and the government."

"But where does the money come from?" Ding Youwen raised the most critical question.

Yang Feng replied: "Since you are practicing the official road, that is the business of everyone. I think you can mobilize our gentry and merchants in Fujian to contribute money and work together to repair the official road."

After hearing Yang Feng's words, Xia Dayan and others all looked embarrassed.

Since ancient times, building bridges and roads has been a great thing, so they naturally cannot sing the opposite tune. However, it is more than 500 miles from Xiamen to Fuzhou. This construction cannot be completed in half a year or even a year. At that time, the money needed will be more.

Seeing the embarrassed look in the eyes of the three of them, Yang Feng smiled and said, "Mr. Xia, Lord Ding, repairing the official road is not that troublesome. Have you forgotten the things called cement that I got a few days ago? If you use this item to build a road, what do you think?"

"cement?"

After hearing this, Xia Dayan and others' eyes lit up.

They also clearly remember that the sensation caused by cement when it officially debuted a year ago was even hailed by craftsmen as something that could bring earth-shaking changes to the Ming Dynasty.

With this thing, it will be easy to build a house, build a city wall, or even anything related to construction.

People no longer have to work hard to find big trees to make beams for building houses. They can build houses into any shape, and they can also do not need to consume a lot of glutinous rice to mix the three-dimensional soil when building a city wall. They can just use this kind of high-quality and low-cost cement to replace it.

It can be said that with cement, many things that were originally difficult to do will become easy.

"If you use cement to pave the road, it will be much more convenient." Ding Youwen praised first, and then said: "But if it is used to build roads, there will be more cement needed. Can the cement workshop you run only meet such a large demand?"

"Of course not."

Yang Feng shook his head. At the beginning of this year, he set up a cement factory near Xiamen.

Of course, it is better to say that it is a workshop than a cement factory. The monthly output is less than 2,000 tons. Such output is even worse than that of a small cement factory run by a village in later generations. But Yang Feng had no choice. In this era when there is no electricity and reliance on human and animal power, it would be good to have such a production.

Such a small output is enough to build a house and a bridge on weekdays, but if you want to build a road, it is far from enough to see it.

But after saying that, Yang Feng saw the cunning look that flashed through Xia Dayan's eyes, and he laughed: "Mr. Xia, you may be saying this because the drunkard is not in the bar?"

Xia Dayan also smiled: "Mr. Marquis is indeed wise, and I can't hide this from you. To be honest, the official has indeed made some small thoughts."

Yang Feng: "What does Lord Xia mean?"

Xia Dayan pondered the language and said slowly: "The officials thought that since the road was to be built, the demand for cement would inevitably increase significantly. Your workshop alone would inevitably not meet the road construction needs. Can you give up the house that made cement and let many businesses produce it together?"

After saying that, Xia Dayan looked at Yang Feng with some concern, for fear that this man would suddenly get angry.

As the reputation of cement gradually spread, the sales of cement began to gradually increase. This is a good time to make a fortune. Xia Dayan's proposal simply made Yang Feng lose money. If he had to be anxious about him if he changed his person.

However, Yang Feng was angry, and pondered for a while before saying: "It is not impossible to publish the cement production formula, but it is not free. I hope you have to figure out this."

"This is natural!" Xia Dayan's head was like a chicken pecking at rice.

What a joke, Yang Feng dares to take advantage of it, that means he is impatient to live.

Otherwise, the cement had been out for almost a year and the workshop had not taken any confidentiality measures, but why did no one dare to follow the trend and imitate it? Isn’t it because he was afraid of Yang Feng’s revenge?

At this time, Yang Feng stretched out a finger and said to Xia Dayan: "Master Xia, you can tell those merchants who want to imitate cement that they can imitate cement. This marquis can even deliver the recipe, but each workshop will pay my 2,000 taels of silver every year.

Of course, anyone who doesn’t want to make a deal can do it, but you can bear the consequences!”

The previous words were said very peacefully, but the last words had a gloomy smell.

"Two thousand taels of silver."

Xia Dayan pondered, but in his heart he was secretly calculating the accounts.

Now on the market, a bag of 100 kilograms of cement costs fifty cents, and the profit should be about 40%.

The annual profit of a cement workshop with a monthly output of 2,000 tons should be tens of thousands of taels. The usage fee of 2,000 taels of silver is indeed not high. However, he still can't figure out how to make money from various cement workshops every year if Yang Feng does nothing.

However, this emotion was quickly thrown out by him. He wanted to make money but didn't want to pay the price. There was no such good thing in the world. What's more important is that he didn't pay the money himself, so what was his heart.

"Okay... this matter is settled. In two days, the officials summoned gentry and merchants from all over the country to discuss this matter."

Things were settled soon, and everyone patrolled again before they returned home...

Two days passed in a flash, and on the morning of New Year's Eve, the ship carrying Zheng Tuoni was escorted to Xiamen by two fifth-level warships.

After meeting again after several months, Yang Feng was naturally very happy, especially when he saw Zheng Tuoni's son who had just fallen asleep after eating in his arms, his excitement was even more unspeakable.

Although Yang Feng, who grew up in modern society, is not a man who prefers boys over girls, for people in this era, having a son is considered an incense, otherwise no matter how many daughters she has, she will be a wedding dress for others.

Don’t you see that when you learn that Zheng Tuo Niang gave birth to a boy, the person who is happiest is not Yang Feng, but his subordinates. Because for them, only when Yang Feng has a son, their next generation will have a partner to continue to be loyal to, and this is the most important thing.

Nine years of weather passed, but after Yang Feng woke up, it was already ten years of Apocalypse.

As soon as she woke up, Yang Feng saw a long, beautiful black hair covering her chest, and the girl was lying on her chest and sleeping soundly.

And his little Yang Feng was trapped in a wet and warm place.

As soon as he lifted the quilt, he saw a beautiful figure lying beneath, his white head swaying in different directions.

He noticed that the quilt was lifted, Haoshou stopped moving, raised his head, revealed an extremely gorgeous face, and said softly with a smile at him.
Chapter completed!