Commercial activities can indeed promote social development to a considerable extent. But in the current era, in the eyes of most people, agriculture is the foundation, it is everything. If other industries except agricultural accidents are overdeveloped, it will inevitably be harmful.

In the case of extremely low productivity and extremely inconvenient transportation, there is nothing wrong with this perception. After all, if the people blindly pursue profits and abandon agriculture and do business, then once a food crisis occurs, the consequences will definitely not be resistant to the idea.

To change this situation, the first thing is to do is to improve productivity levels and facilitate continuous development and convenience in transportation.

Then the rulers at that time also needed a broad mind and extraordinary courage. After all, compared with a highly developed society, this social structure with the theme of small peasant economy was much easier to manage.

The emperors at this time in the early Tang Dynasty, whether they were Li Shimin or Li Zhi, or later the female emperor Wu Zetian, were all quite enlightened and courageous, and could know people and take responsibility. The development of various industries among the people was also thriving.

At this time, the salt, wine and iron all existed together with the private sector. For example, for the iron ore on the east side of Nahe Road, some were official and some were private sectors. The court stipulated that after digging out the ore, private sectors would need to pay 30% of the tax to the state.

There is also salt. At this time, the Tang Dynasty could not help but private salt. As long as the business roads are unobstructed and the price of salt in all parts of the country is not very high. If you talk about brewing wine, it is even more common. Although the official wineries can produce some good wines, those famous wines are basically brewed by private wineries.

Although this is still a backward and barren era compared to the 21st century, it is indeed a rare and prosperous era in history compared to other periods in history.

Luo Yong is very glad that he was in this era, or was born in this era as Luo Sanlang. Overall, this era is still free and bold, although it is somewhat mixed with some old-fashioned spirit.

"Mr. Luo County Magistrate, why are you here? I'm asking me to find it." On this day, Luo Yong was standing by the roadside watching people work, and suddenly someone greeted him very enthusiastically.

Luo Yong turned his head and saw that several men came. The man looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who this person was.

"Is there a workshop here?" Before Luo Yong could speak, the man asked again.

"Not." Luo Yong replied: "Recently, many farmers and vendors have come to the city. It is difficult to live in, so I asked me to build some low-rent housing on this wasteland."

"Low-rent housing?" the man said in a surprise.

"It's a cheap house." Luo Yong said to him.

Nowadays, there are more and more merchants and vendors coming to them. Some of them have relatively abundant economic conditions, so they can naturally stay in the guest houses in the city, rent a house, or even buy property directly in Changle County.

As for those who have no money, most of them sleep in big bunk shops, or rent a house in the homes of the same poor Changle people. Some people live in small villages outside the city in order to save some rent, and they also hear that some sleep in woodshed and livestock sheds.

The man was very impressed when he heard Luo Yong's explanation. As the head of a county, he not only cared about the people of the county, but also was so thoughtful to them, such foreigners. He was really a rare good official.

But he still had a confusion in his heart: "Things are good things, but if the low-rent houses on your side are repaired, will some people in the city who rely on renting houses to earn money and money, will they be robbed of their business?"

Luo Yong glanced at the other party and thought to himself who is this person? He is going to argue with him again if he has nothing to do, but he just smiled and said casually: "There is pressure when there is competition, and the pressure when there is progress."

Now in Changle County, there are basically people who rent houses that are not bad, and they are completely sold in the seller's market. I won't talk about the price. Some owners of some houses have gradually become more despised. They are not as enthusiastic as they used to be. Some of them are more impatient in their original nature, which is even worse.

When Changle County wants to develop, it is time for a large number of foreign population to attract large numbers of people. How can we drive customers at this time?

Luo Yong didn't say much about this situation in the city, because no matter what he said, it could not fundamentally solve the problem.

After these days, he asked some bungalows to build here, mainly for those who are not well-off in economic conditions and hawkers and some farmers who are working in the city.

It is also to balance the current market situation in Changle County. If this situation continues to develop, it will be of no benefit to those who rent a house or those who rent it out.

Luo Yong replied casually, but the man seemed to have received a good word from the roadside. He stood by the road and thought for a long time. After that, he seemed to have some understanding. He bowed to Luo Yong and said, "Mingfu is really a person with clear mind!"

Luo Yong was also a little surprised at his solemn attitude: "Why do you say this?"

"Do you still remember the Ming Mansion?" the other party asked.

"You are..." Luo Yong really couldn't remember it. There were so many people coming and going to Changle County every year, how could he remember it?

"It's the person who is reluctant to let go of water on the ridge of the field that is closed." The man smiled.

"..." Luo Yong remembered what he said. Earlier, when they had just brewed white wine in Changle County, this man had argued with him.

"Why haven't you seen you come to Changle County again in the past two years?" Luo Yong asked with a smile.

"You can buy wine and ask your family to come. I'm not good at it. I have been doing some business in the Guannei Road in the past two years." The man bowed to Luo Yong again.

"Why do you need so much politeness?" Luo Yong quickly reached out to help him.

"I really benefited a lot from listening to your words that day," the man said.

On that day, Luo Yong told him that the fields in the Kan were enough, so why did he still refuse to dig a ditch and release water? Although he was trying to persuade people to buy wine, these words had a great impact on him.

In the past two years, he often took out this sentence and thought about it. He often opened ditches and put some water out of the fields. Gradually, he also formed some good relationships. If it weren't for Luo Yong's words that day, he would have really been stingy for the rest of his life. He lived a hard life and others would not be happy. Now thinking about it, why bother?

"I don't know my surname..." Luo Yong couldn't remember the name of this person.

"The family surnamed Fang is the eldest in the family. The Ming Dynasty said that our Fang can defecate." The man said.

There is nothing wrong with the construction of the house at the moment, so the officials arranged and supervised the matter, so Luo Yong made an appointment with the big party to go to the food shop for dinner and drink.

Fang Da looks like he is still the same as before. He looks frugal in simple clothes, but he treats others and himself much more generously than before. He is willing to stay in a better guest house when he goes out, and he is even more willing to spend money on food. It is said that when his family servants mentioned Luo Yong, they all said that Luo County Magistrate is really a good person.

A group of people were talking and laughing on the road, and soon walked to the street, picked up a food shop and walked in, and ordered some food to eat.

This time, the ones who came with Fang Datong were several brothers and friends from his hometown Zhangye, as well as two merchants from Guannei Road. This time they traveled to Changle County for the seeds of white flower and the cotton ginning machine.

"...I wonder if this white flower may be planted in my area?" During the meal, a merchant from the other side of the road in the inner hall said.

"It should be planted." Luo Yong said: "It would be better if you plant less in the first year, if you really plant it, you will have more varieties in the next year."

If the cultivated cotton varieties in later generations were in Guannei Road, or on the Loess Plateau, they might not be good, mainly because of water sources.

However, the cotton variety they planted is grass cotton, also known as Arabic cotton or African cotton. It originally grew in arid places. Although the yield and quality are not as good as those of later generations, it is very resistant to drought and salt and alkali. This kind of cotton should also be planted on the Loess Plateau. Besides, the soil erosion on the Loess Plateau at this time is not as serious as in later generations.

Judging from the meaning of these people, they were planning to do a big fight in Guannei Dao and develop cotton planting. Some of them were originally from Guannei Dao, and they had previously operated there.

In this case, it is obviously more appropriate to develop cotton planting in Guannei Road than in Longxi. Guannei Road is located in the north of Chang'an. The fabric produced in the future can be sold south to Guanzhong or outside the Guanzhong. If this matter can be achieved, the reward will definitely be very generous.

A group of people sat there looking at the present and looking forward to the future, and spoke with great interest. They also talked to Luo Yong about the development and current situation in the past few years. Luo Yong told them some details about cotton planting. Everyone benefited and had a great conversation.

When he was full of wine and food, Luo Yong said that there was still something wrong with the county government, and Fang Da and his other people did not force him to stay.

They booked two wooden carriages this morning to Changle County. After they settled, they went to find Luo Yong. At this time, they had enough wine and food, and felt a little tired. So a few people went out and went to the guest house where they settled. The guest house was also on this street. Changle County was not very big and the street was not long. You could get there after a few steps.

The weather was very good this day, it was a sunny day, and there was no wind. It was just after noon and it was not very cold. There were many pedestrians and vendors on the street, which was quite lively.

Several people were walking, and suddenly heard a cry from a child from a family on the corner of the street, and they said that someone was teaching the child a lesson. When they turned around, they saw several people carrying a coffin and walking towards the family.

It turned out that there was an old woman in this family. She was old and had some accumulations in her family recently, so she prepared a coffin for herself in advance.

The local wood in Changle County is expensive, and this coffin is a valuable item for ordinary people. The old lady looks at it and feels more and more fond of it, but his little grandson cries and makes trouble.

Fang Da and others did not hesitate to watch the fun. Some of the neighbors of this family gathered around his doorstep to watch the fun, and some were older, asking about the price of the coffin.

The adults were talking lively, but the child kept crying. His mother came over to coax him a few times. Seeing that his crying was a little less, she went to go again.

Fang Da was in a good mood this day. Seeing that the child was still squatting in the corner of the wall sobbing, he took out a copper plate from his sleeve and handed it to him. He then pointed to the coffin and asked him with a smile: "Are you afraid of that thing?"

"Yeah." The child stopped crying when he saw the copper plate. He took this copper plate to the stall selling malt sugar next to the city gate and could get three pieces of malt sugar. It was so sweet. The children in the city were wandering around the area all day long, but there were not many of them with money.

Fang Da saw that the kid had big black eyes and his little face was crying, and he also felt it was quite funny:
Chapter completed!