Bai Shan was obviously very excited, and described the sea along the way with Zhou Man. After returning home and washing up, he talked about business with Zhou Man, "The sea is beautiful, but people living by the sea are very miserable."
He said: "I walked by the sea for three days, and every village I passed was poorer than Zhaojiagou."
He lowered his voice, and said: "The houses are low and simple, and the doctors don't cover their bodies. I asked, and they fish all year round. When the harvest is the most abundant, there are merchants who are lucky enough to buy salted fish. They buy salted fish every year. The income is only about 200 yuan per capita. You know, the fishermen on the seaside basically have no land, and they rely on fishing and chopping firewood for saltworks to cook sea salt for a living, so they have to buy food."
Man Bao was surprised, "That's why they don't have enough to eat even when the food is ten cents a bucket."
Bai Shan nodded, "That's right, so they are hungry for half a year, and they can't get enough to eat at all."
"Isn't there a salt field?" Man Bao frowned, "How much is the salt field for a day?"
Bai Shan glanced at her and said: "9 to 12 wen a day, but they still have a small family. I'm calculating the average income."
"Then nine to twelve is too low," Man Bao said, "Back then you paid twenty for a day to build a house, and twenty-five for good craftsmanship."
Bai Shan: "... how old were you then, how could you remember?"
Man Bao said proudly: "I have an account book. At that time, my fourth brother lost money in a bet and the family had no money, so I remembered every penny the family earned during that time."
Her memory doesn't remember these things, but her account book does. Sure enough, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen.
Man Bao asked him, "Then what are you going to do? Since they can't earn anything from the land, they can only earn from the sea."
Bai Shan nodded, "That's what I thought about too, but for the sea... I can only think about fish at the moment, I have to meet with those merchants who buy salted fish before making a decision."
Man Bao asked a little excitedly: "When are you going to the beach again? I'm going too."
Bai Shanxiao: "You didn't stay at the medical office?"
Man Bao's shoulders slumped, "There are no patients in the medical department."
She sighed and said: "For some reason, I have already asked the people in the county to beat the gongs and drums to notify, and I also asked Fang Xiancheng to send the paperwork to each Lizheng, so that they can notify each other in the townships under their jurisdiction, but still nothing. People come to seek medical attention."
Bai Shan hesitated and said, "Then you are going out for free clinic?"
He lowered his voice and said softly, "I see that the fishermen by the sea are not in good health."
Man Bao sat up straight instantly, nodded again and again, with a look of deep approval on his face, "Yes, I'm going to the free clinic!"
Bai Shan laughed instantly, curled up his legs and sat cross-legged on the couch comfortably, and said with a smile: "Then you are ready to go, and I will go with you after I handle the official duties in the county government."
Man Bao nodded happily.
Bai Shan is not in the county government office, so the affairs accumulated recently are not many, but there are also many.
Most of Fang Xiancheng can handle it for him, and the rest are waiting for him to come back to make up his mind.
Bai Shan spent half a day dealing with these official duties, and another hour every day to go to court to deal with the accumulated cases, and the rest of the time was to meet various people.
There are various merchants in Beihai County, as well as the Song family and the Li family, which are relatively large noble families in Beihai County.
Three days later, Bai Shan packed up his things and took Master Song and County Captain Dong with him to go to the countryside.
It's only been three days since I came back, and Dong Xianwei, who doesn't feel his butt is hot: ...
Director Song was also in a daze, and touched his face that he hadn't returned to in vain. Before Bai Shan took office, he had been in the countryside for nearly a ten-year period. Even in spring, he almost peeled off from the sun.
Magistrate Bai loves going to the countryside too much, right
What's so good about the countryside
He has only just arrived, shouldn't he compete with Fang Xiancheng for the power of the county government
Running to the countryside all day, leaving most of the affairs to the county magistrate, who is the county magistrate between you two
Bai Shanzheng was talking to Fang Xiancheng, "I took a look, we only have one salt field in Beihai County, but the output of salt is not high, so that the wages for cooking salt are also kept very low."
Fang Xiancheng seemed to have been waiting for Bai Shan to ask, and said: "The salt field is under the management of Mr. Song. When the county magistrate Lu was there, he reported that there were few mountains, forests and trees, so the scale of salt cooking was limited, so the salt production was not high. high."
Fang County Chancellor paused and said: "My lord, the salt output of the salt field has indeed not been high. Since the previous dynasty, through the efforts of the county magistrates, it has actually increased. Now Beihai County's finances account for 60%. It relies on selling official salt, and the remaining 40% relies on various taxes."
It can be said that the ratio is very unhealthy.
Bai Shan raised his eyebrows and asked, "How much did you grow? Why did you grow?"
He smiled slightly and said, "We have found a way to grow, maybe we can make him grow longer."
Fang Xiancheng lowered his eyes and said: "When the cooking pot grows, it will naturally grow."
Bai Shan: ...
This kind of growth without any technical content is the last thing Bai Shan wants to see.
He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his forehead, and said, "Forget it, let's check the accounts of the saltworks first."
Bai Shandao: "During the period when I took Dong Xianwei and Song Zhubu out, the county magistrate Laofang took the trouble to check the accounts of the salt factory and report them to me."
Fang Xiancheng was stunned for a moment, seeing Bai Shan getting up to leave, he couldn't help standing up, "My lord—"
Fang Xiancheng called him to stop, frowned and thought for a while, but still couldn't help hinting: "Your Excellency, you mean to check the accounts of the salt factory? But the accounts of the salt factory have always been managed by Mr. Song..."
"But Master Song will go to the seaside with me tomorrow, and we won't be able to come back for at least ten days. Since Fang Xianzheng is staying at the county government office, I'd like to help you if you can. Check the accounts of the salt factory." Bai Shan Turning around to look at him, he said pointedly: "I've seen it. The coastline of Beihai County is very long. It is possible to set up several more salt fields. Why stick to one?"
Fang Xiancheng lowered his eyes and said: "Magistrate Lu also thought the same way before he left. He had already sent people to set up a salt field in the Dajiawa area. Unfortunately, it was only half built, and the forests near Dajiawa caught fire."
He said: "The mountain fire burned down a lot of trees. Even if Dajiawa's salt field is built, there will not be enough firewood to cook salt, so this matter has been shelved."
Bai Shan's face sank, he didn't know about it, he asked, "When did this happen?"
"Two years ago," Fang Xiancheng said, "the saltworks stopped for more than a year. County Magistrate Lu saw a lot of new trees growing on the mountain, and wanted to restart the saltworks. Unexpectedly, great changes took place in Qingzhou. Promoted to Yidu County."
Although they are all county magistrates, but Yidu County is Qingzhou Guo County, or Shang County, the official rank is half a step higher, this is an unexpected promotion, otherwise, according to Lu County Magistrate's qualifications, he will have to work in Beihai County for another three years Will be promoted to leave.
In three years, maybe he really competed with the local gentry.