Chapter Ten: Cutting Down Trees and Boiling the Sea

  Early in the morning, Han Xiaoer hurried to Yang Bo's place. Last night, there were constantly people coming to congratulate him on being promoted to General Flag, and his mother was so happy that she kept reciting Buddha's name. Han Xiaoer was stunned at the time, he never thought that Yang Bo would say something like that casually, and he also listened casually, but unexpectedly it actually came true?

  In a small place, there's no hiding from the wind blowing through the grass. Yang Bo's big disturbance at the thousand households has spread everywhere. What the mother and son of the Han family are most concerned about is Hu Da Hu's situation. When they heard that Yang Bo had recited several sentences of the Great Ming Code, and even Vice Thousand Household Wang couldn't protect Hu Da Hu, Mrs. Han wiped away her tears and went inside to burn incense for the deceased old man.

  As soon as Han Kou'er entered the door, he knelt down and stuttered a few words that others had reminded him to say: "The great kindness of the adults, Han Kou'er will never forget from now on. From now on, I will only follow the adults' instructions, if the adults point east, I dare not go west, wrapped in horse leather, loyal to report to the country..."

  Bala bala said a lot, the room was quiet, Han Ya'er raised his head in surprise, he was startled, the new Yang Baihu lay on the bed with a pale face, and there was still a white cloth on his forehead...

  Han Yuer looked at Yang Daquan, who was breathing in short gasps and exhaling heavily, and her heart sank. Could it be that the Hundred Households' leader was about to kick the bucket?

  It's okay, upon hearing the voice, Yang Baihu's body moved slightly...

  Looking at Master Yang's difficult appearance, Han Xiao'er quickly came forward and helped Yang Bo up to lean against the head of the bed.

  "Achoo... Ah-choo..." Yang Bo finally finished after a long time, and his snot stuck to Han Yuer's face...

  "Adults, adults......" Han Ya'er stuck out her tongue, tears streaming down her face.

  "What's all the wailing for? The man isn't even dead yet!" Yang Bo was furious.

  Han Bite'er, disregarding the snot all over his face, leaned in: "Sir, you were fine yesterday, why are you like this today? Seeing you like this makes me feel terrible!"

  Han Kou'er finally couldn't help but sob, why is my life so bitter? I've finally met a superior who's willing to promote me, and now he's going to die? Am I, Han Kou'er, destined to be cursed by the heavenly star of solitude?

  "Don't cry and look so gloomy, go call Yulan to bring another bowl of strong ginger soup..." Yang Bo weakly instructed.

  Han Yuer heard Yang Bo's voice still full of energy and finally put her mind at ease, running out like flying.

  Yang Bo leaned against the edge of the bed and let out a long sigh "This is what you call asking for trouble!"

  Originally, Yang Bo was being stubborn yesterday and refused to let Han Yuer fill the hole in the window. As a result, after blowing wind all night, combined with the large temperature difference between day and night by the sea, it ended up like this when he woke up this morning.

  After drinking a bowl of ginger soup and sweating all over, Yang Bo finally felt much more comfortable. His body had improved a lot in this period of time. If he had been like this during the first few days after crossing over, even ten Yang Bos would have died...

  Adult

  Han Kou'er said hesitantly: "Within a hundred miles, the best place to live is the original house of the former Bai Hu. Now that Hu Da Hu has been punished by the government, I'll send someone to clean it up. Why don't you move in today? The air here is too damp, and staying for a long time won't be good..."

  "Yes, young master, it's freezing here at midnight. I got up in the morning and felt dizzy and my eyes were blurry. Fortunately, I drank a bowl of ginger soup and nothing happened." Xiao Yulan also echoed on the side.

  Yang Bo thought for a moment and shook his head "Bite the goose, you go find someone to clean up the house first, someone will live there later"

  Then he turned his head and said to Yulan: "Go call a few soldiers, fill in the places where the house is leaking wind, and bring some clean bedding over"

  Xiao Yulan pouted, her brother had left early in the morning to pick up Bi Fangji. She naturally knew who Yang Bo was planning to leave the house to.

  After Han Xiaoer finished arranging everything, Yang Bo said: "Let's go see how they cook seafood today."

  Han Yuer nodded, seeing Yang Bo's face flush a lot, and asked in a low voice: "Sir, that Zhou Guangbi, also known as 'just right', is notoriously stingy and never gives out anything. Sir, you're really skilled, going there once and bringing back so many things."

  Han's straightforward flattery hit Yang Bo right in the heart, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

  "I've always been guessing what's on our boss's mind, I forgot to tell you." Yang Bo said with a sly smile.

  "What's the use of bringing these troops over, just to have them idle?" Han Chaoer was somewhat perplexed, wondering if Yang Baohu had nothing better to do after eating his fill.

  "Nature is useful......" Yang Bo's face was full of mystery.

  Han Yuer had her first intuitive impression of her new boss, that is, he was a half-baked guy.

  As we walked to the edge of this vast sea, everyone was stunned. On the endless beach, there were groups of three or five people everywhere, shouting slogans and gathering firewood into a heap. On the white sandy beach, rows of stoves emitting flames and thick smoke were lined up, with countless large pots on top emitting white steam.

  "It's really, it's really magnificent..." Yang Bo muttered to himself.

  The iron bull behind them was also stunned, and then Zhang Dogzi picked up the conversation: "No wonder they don't call it boiling salt, but rather boiling sea, indeed a grand scene"

  "Hmm, the fireworks illuminate three hundred miles, the stove is filled with stars in the sky" A faint voice suddenly sounded, and everyone turned their heads to look back, only to find that it was the scholar who had fallen behind, shaking his head and reciting a poem...

  "Xiucai's two lines of poetry are written with great flair! There is a sense of floating above the mundane, not partaking in the worldly smoke and fire...” Yang Bo praised with a smile.

  The young scholar nodded slightly, his bones seemed to have lightened by a few taels. "Cough, cough, you're overpraising me, Brother Yang, uh, Young Master is being too kind."

  Yang Bo suddenly turned serious and said, "I don't want any gods here, I need people who can get things done. Alright, scholar, you go work with these soldiers for a couple of days, then write me a poem..."

  The scholar felt his scalp numb with regret, thinking he shouldn't have shown off in front of Yang Bo. What would this rough fellow know about the elegant pleasure of reciting poetry and painting?

  "Alas, I've finished reciting my poem and my heart is broken. Where can I find someone who understands me at the end of the world?" The scholar sighed deeply, looking up at the sky...

  Seeing the calf's fist as big as a vinegar jar, the scholar cried with a sad face: "I'm wrong, turning my face is faster than turning pages, I haven't even finished writing two sentences yet"

  Unfortunately, Yang Bo had long gone...

  Han Yuer explained in a low voice, "These military households are divided into two classes. One class is called the mountain-dependent household, and the other is the sea-dependent household. The mountain-dependent household provides firewood, while the sea-dependent household uses its strength to manage affairs. They rely on each other, and the two classes of households work together in harmony, known as 'two conveniences'..."

  Yang Bo, however, remained silent. The tedious labor occupied a large amount of time for these military households, and the low efficiency resulted in low output. This was a vicious cycle that needed to be broken by finding a way to free these people from their heavy labor, otherwise nothing could be accomplished.

  As he walked closer, the military dependents who had been kneeling on one side to pay their respects to Yang Bo all got up, and Yang Bo went forward to help them up one by one. Among this group of tattered military dependents, who looked like beggars, there were also a few women and children, as well as some elderly men with white hair.

  "Every household has a fixed amount to pay, and these few households have no able-bodied labor..." Han Xiao'er saw that Yang Bo's face was not happy, so he quickly explained.

  Shi Suo is adjacent to the sea, with the towering Da Fuyan Mountain behind it. The land is extremely scarce and poor, and the largest source of income for the entire Qian Hu Su is boiling seawater for salt. At the beginning of each month, each military household will hand over the salt they pay homage to the Bai Hu Guan, count the number clearly, and then sell it out.

  Yang Bo nodded and said, "Bite the goose, you pass it on, from now on no matter who sees me in the village doesn't need to kneel down, just slightly bow their head and make a courtesy call..."