Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

The result of doing this was that the people continued to suffer and their conditions became worse, so more and more places needed disaster relief, which made the court even more short of money. This vicious cycle formed a perpetual motion until the end of the Ming Dynasty.

At this moment, Jiang Han fully realized what it meant to make a fortune with just one cannon shot. The most profitable business in the world was all about criminal law.

Originally, the money Jiang Han had robbed had been used up in purchasing a yard, taking in refugees, buying food, materials from various places, buying livestock, food for refugees, and various project fees. Especially after the previous few battles, Jiang Han had hardly made any sacrifices to replenish system resources. After summoning NTW, he was also in a state of exhaustion. Now, this group of bandits could make him replenish his blood.

The bodies of the bandits had basically been dealt with by the people brought by Wang Dang. The authorities only needed their brains, and the rest needed to be buried in a centralized location. This job, along with the aftermath of the entire bandit camp, was also actively contracted by Jiang Han.

"The owner of the farm is my best friend. No matter what he asks for, just satisfy him. Do you understand?"

Faced with such instructions from the county magistrate, the yamen runners under him had no intention of taking advantage of Jiang Han and their attitude was quite good. After all, the county magistrate had just taken office and had dozens of lives on his hands. No one would want to offend him at this stage when he was just starting out.

The friendly attitude of the yamen runners made Jiang Han sigh that his relationship with his brother Wang was indeed very strong. You are not just the county magistrate's friend, you are even the county magistrate's biological father.

It can be said that the county magistrate Wang Dang was at the height of his popularity at the moment. The news that the mountain bandits had been wiped out spread throughout the entire Yangzhou city like a gust of wind almost the next day after the meeting. The people ran around to tell each other and watched the government display the chopped-off heads of the bandits at Caishikou and hang them on the flagpole above.

The so-called Caishikou is actually the square with the largest flow of people in every city. In ancient times, such places were often the vegetable markets where people bought vegetables from each other. This area would be used by the government for legal education, and criminals would be concentrated here for execution to deter the people. You see, this is the end of breaking the law.

There is a low platform, and on the platform is the execution place. On weekdays when no one is killing, children will play here. There is a tall vertical pole on the platform, which is used to display human heads.

After beheading, the body would be wrapped in a straw mat and buried outside the city, while the head would be hung on a flagpole and displayed for a while before being taken down.

At this moment, there are dozens of heads tied to the flagpole, which is quite spectacular. When the wind blows, these heads bump into each other and spin on the flagpole, which is quite playful and magical.

Wang Dang, who is wealthy and powerful, simply doesn't care about the bandits' belongings. Of course, he has the capital. He just took office this year, and his KPI has been maxed out. Whether it is the substantial increase in the employment rate of refugees, the sharp drop in the number of people who starved to death due to famine, or the crackdown on gangs and evil, the elimination of underworld gangs outside the city, his performance this year can be called the best. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the best among all the others. Such a great credit has fallen on him, so what's wrong with giving his little friends a little benefit?

Jiang Han silently chanted "sacrifice" in his heart as he watched the corpses in front of him disappear. In the bandit camp, the tall walls and various buildings were also slowly disappearing. Jiang Han looked at the values ​​in his resource library constantly rising, and a sense of joy like a good harvest arose in his heart.

"At this rate, I can summon a new humanoid. That's right, that's right. I don't know if the progress is going smoothly over there, brother. If it works, I guess I can pull out two more. Seven Calabash Brothers."

All along, due to what Jiang Han did in Yangzhou City, his reputation among the people has been increasing day by day. He rescued refugees, created jobs, sold potato cakes at low prices, and saved countless lives, making almost everyone in the city grateful for his kindness. However, unlike his rising reputation, the amount of resources has reached the bottom because they have only been going out and not coming in, and he has almost no desire to summon new humanoids.

The broken armor and other things were all used for sacrifice. The remaining things were some weapons, bows and arrows, and the like. Jiang Han planned to take these iron tools back and have the blacksmiths melt them down and make them into farm tools, which was also a way to recycle waste.

"I am really good at managing the household frugally. You are worthy of me, Jiang Han."

Jiang Han patted his shoulder and murmured.

Next, it was time to process the various materials. First, the salt. The salt at the end of the Ming Dynasty was actually different from the salt Jiang Han had always known. Most of the salt at that time was "finished salt".

As the name suggests, it is finely ground salt. There are two types of salts: either made by boiling alkali from the ground, or made by boiling seawater in coastal areas. These salts are in fine powder form and are much better than the coarse-grained mountain salt and well salt, but they are still dark in color and taste bad.

As for the purification of salt, Jiang Han only vaguely remembered part of the formula. Since the peak of his knowledge after the college entrance examination, he has now wasted four years of martial arts training and cannot remember it clearly. He only vaguely remembered that barium chloride was needed.

He can't get this stuff, so for now, he can only do some simple purification.

Jiang Han planned to keep some of the tea leaves for himself. He had been drinking plain water for the past few days and his mouth had no taste. This might be a way to relieve the boredom in his mouth.

The grain is included in the farm's inventory, and the full granaries can make these refugees feel more confident when working, knowing that they will not starve.

At present, Jiang Han’s main food is still potato pancakes. Although this thing can help to keep you hungry, you can’t eat it every day. It lacks sufficient elements needed by the human body. If you keep eating it, you will get sick, so you still have to eat grains.

But the current amount of food is not enough. Things like cloth are in short supply, but we can't not give them to the workers... What should we do?

Volume 87: Chapter Chapter : Salt Production

At this time, the advantages of time travelers are reflected. After hundreds of years of entering the city, the ancestors used their bodies to pave a feasible path for the later generations. Although the price was the Eagle Sauce and Big Brother who had been transformed from a bald eagle into a vulture by feeling their way across the river, the other party would probably not care too much about these details.

From his long river of memory, Jiang Han actually found a solution that is currently feasible.

That is to implement the food coupon system.

As the saying goes, antiques are valuable in prosperous times, and gold is valuable in troubled times. It would be great to have gold as a fixed general equivalent, but where could Jiang Han find so much gold? Nowadays, the most precious and valuable thing is food.

If you hold a piece of gold in your hand, you may not be able to exchange it for food, but if you hold food, you can definitely exchange it for gold.

Therefore, they changed their thinking from the gold standard to the grain standard, and tried to issue grain coupons, cloth coupons, meat coupons and other types of coupons in their own farms. Each person's daily wages were also changed from silver coins to centimeters. Grain coupons were issued based on centimeters and per household. The more work, the more pay, which could also solve the problem of insufficient production enthusiasm among these refugees.

If you want food coupons, just exchange them for centimeters. If you want to eat meat or buy cloth, you can use this thing. It can greatly solve the production and distribution problems under the current situation of tight supplies.

As a result, the organizational structure of the farm needs to be adjusted. Moreover, for the sake of portability, food coupons must be made of paper. How to make the people trust this thing is also a problem.

Easier said than done. Jiang Han scratched his head and decided to take it slow. He would print a batch of them first and then implement them after making a buffer.

Now, he has to deal with this batch of salt first.

On the way back to the manor, Jiang Han did a 400x600 and waited for the next humanoid wife to appear. After arriving at the manor, he immediately rushed to the storage warehouse.

"owner"

"Hello, Boss."

Seeing Jiang Han appear, the farmers in the village began to greet him, and Jiang Han nodded in response one by one.

"Well, Lao Zhou, have someone bring me all the unused vats in the manor. Also, find some charcoal. The more the better."

At present, Jiang Han does not have the corresponding chemical materials for purifying refined salt, so he can only perform some simple operations.

"Good boss!"

The old man called Lao Jin nodded and trotted off to prepare the things Jiang Han asked for. Jiang Han usually did not have any concept of hierarchy among the farmers, and he simply called others Lao Jin, Lao Wang, etc. This was more convenient, but the farmers felt proud of it. Every time they heard the boss greet them so cordially, they felt relaxed all over, which was more comfortable than the sun shining on them in winter.

"Eryazi! Eryazi! Hurry up and tell the village head that the boss wants all the big vats that can be used in the village. Have people move them here quickly. Also, bring all the carbons here as well!"

"Okay!"

When they heard that it was something the boss wanted to do, no one in the village dared to neglect it. Just kidding, even without the boss's status, Jiang Han's existence itself was a very special existence to the people in the village. They would set up a tablet to worship him at home. If you dare to cheat in the things arranged by the boss, everyone in the village would spit at you to death.

Jiang Han actually prepared some equipment for distillation. This was a set of distillation equipment he had made to prepare alcohol. Alcohol is a good thing. Whether it is sold as spirits in the market or used for disinfection and prevention after the plague pandemic, it is a crucial thing. Jiang Han also made some preparations for this.

While waiting, Jiang Han went to see the little girl who was recuperating in the small house in his school.

According to Jiang Han's observation, the little girl is now out of danger. It must be said that the antibiotics are indeed effective and she has not developed tetanus or other diseases. This is a blessing in disguise. However, the little girl's injuries are quite serious and there is no sign of her regaining consciousness at present.

Jiang Han asked the women in the farm to take good care of the poor girl. The women in the farm also felt pity for the poor girl. Everyone knew the purpose of the girls' visit. They had all lived through hard times. The poor girl had so many wounds on her body, she must have suffered so much. So they paid more attention to taking care of the little girl. Her current condition is relatively stable, and the follow-up situation needs to be observed.

Jiang Han thought about it and wondered, why not ask a Chinese medicine doctor to take care of him?

Many people are quite prejudiced against Chinese medicine. Some people think that Chinese medicine is good and wonderful. A wave of fans praise it highly, and many novelists even make it almost a myth. They think that holding a needle is like holding Laozi's Nine-Turn Great Rejuvenating Pill, and after one injection, the back pain and leg pain will go away, and you can climb to the fifth floor in one breath. How can it be so evil? If you can really do that, then what you have is not medical skills but magic of immortality.

This has aroused the rebellious psychology of many people, who think that Chinese medicine practitioners are all scammers and that only Western medicine is a serious medicine that can save lives.

In fact, there is no difference between Chinese and Western medicine. The so-called Western medicine is actually modern medicine. Chinese medicine is an antique that has been around for many years. Compared with modern advanced theories, it is definitely quite backward. Before entering the industrialization stage, Westerners were still using bloodletting therapy, which is also Western medicine.

I have to say that traditional Chinese medicine is quite good at recuperation. It is relatively gentle and effective, but you have to find a reliable doctor.

After a while of waiting, with the strong motivation of the people in the village, Jiang Han soon collected everything he wanted.

"Boss, Boss, what are you going to do with the jar you asked for?"

Old Jin came up to inform Jiang Han and asked some questions. Jiang Han was a humble person on weekdays. He could talk to anyone and always had a warm smile on his face, which made the people below feel closer to him than in awe of him.

"Well, I want to make salt. The salt I got from the bandits is quite toxic and needs further processing."

Seeing that Lao Jin was curious, Jiang Han gave a brief explanation.

"Oh, yes, yes, those things that have passed through the hands of bandits are unlucky and poisonous. They must be handled properly."

Looking at Lao Jin's silly smile, Jiang Han knew that he had misunderstood again, but this thing was really hard to explain, so he just let him go.

First, put a large amount of charcoal in the vat, then pour water to fill all the large vats.

Because charcoal is filled with a large number of holes in its structure, it has strong filtering properties and can initially filter out impurities in the salt, leaving behind relatively clean brine.

Then, add the brine into the instrument and boil it to distill its water thoroughly. When you open the lid, you can see white transparent crystals condensed on the pot. These things are the table salt that Jiang Han is familiar with.

Dip a little and taste it on the tongue. Jiang Han nodded and said, "Well, it should be about right." If you continue to do this for a few more times, you can get relatively fine and clean table salt.

Volume 88: Chapter Chapter : Plan

Jiang Han filtered and distilled the salt many times, and finally made it into relatively clean salt. At least it looked white and looked much better in appearance.

"Have you learned it? How do you do it?"

Jiang Han said to Lao Jin who was staring at the side in amazement.

"I learned it... No, I didn't learn it. Boss, can you show us again?"

Old Jin nodded blankly, then shook his head violently.

"You do it yourself! I'll tell you if anything's wrong."

Jiang Han said unhappily, "Can't you see that the person is so tired and sweating all over? How can you be so tactful?"

"okay"

Lao Jin obediently began to operate, adding brine into the boiler. Lao Jin turned around and asked Jiang Han: "Boss, do you think we are making private salt? I heard that you will be beheaded for that."

He was afraid that his boss didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, so he mentioned it.

"What do you mean by making private salt? Is this salt mine?"

"Of course, sir, everything here is yours."

"Since it's my own salt, I think it's too dark. Is it okay to process it so it's easier to drink?"

"Uh... no problem"

"Then since I just made my own salt, how can it be considered as making private salt?"

Lao Jin was speechless for a moment. He was completely confused by Jiang Han.

"It seems... indeed... there is nothing wrong."

"If you're fine, add more firewood! The stove is about to go out!"

"Good boss!"

Lao Jin was very excited. These grassroots people were very enthusiastic about mastering a technology. In their eyes, technology was a job that could make a living, and a job that could make a living could be passed down from generation to generation so that the whole family could have enough food to eat.

It took Jiang Han a lot of time to purify the salt. Almost half of the whole day was spent on this. He felt that his whole body had become salty.

After Jiang Han kept a portion of the salt for himself, he planned to entrust it to his brother Wang to sell.

He could see that Brother Wang had very powerful connections. The county magistrate of Yangzhou City was as close to him as if they were one and the same. Whatever he said was what he meant. Such a person must have official connections as well.

Refined salt is a luxury item. It is much more expensive than ordinary salt. By selling these salts, even including the handling fee for selling to Brother Wang, Jiang Han can make a lot of money. With this money, he can buy more food for storage.

He was in a very urgent mood. Time was running out. Seeing that the Qing army in the north was about to move south, he had to store more and more supplies.

"How are the girls I brought here?"

Jiang Han thought of the victims. These little girls were found in the bandits' pig pens. Some were actually found in the bandits' houses. When NTW saw them, these people were in very bad conditions.

The poor sanitary conditions put their bodies at risk of varying degrees of infection. Jiang Han had no choice but to dilute the antibiotics in his hand and feed them to them.

People in the late Ming Dynasty seemed to have extremely strong vitality, just like the grass trapped in the cracks of bricks. The girls' physical recovery was better than Jiang Han expected, but another problem also lay before them.

This tragic experience was not just an autumn outing after all. Their families were killed, they were abducted, locked in a pigsty, and they were humiliated and abused. Such memories have brought varying degrees of psychological trauma to these girls, causing some of them to suffer from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. Many of them will have varying degrees of stress reactions after seeing men.

Physical illnesses are easy to cure, but psychological ones are not so easy to deal with. The girls are grateful to Jiang Han and NTW, but the stress response is not determined by their will.

In this regard, Jiang Han could only arrange them in an area where male farmers would not go as much as possible, and strictly ordered male workers not to go to that area. After being away from the source of the disease, they would need to recuperate slowly for a while.

"Back at the boss's house, the girls are doing pretty well now, whether it's eating or moving around, but I always feel empty inside."

The person who answered was an old lady. Due to physical reasons, they could only do some simple chores. Since they were busy on weekdays, they were arranged to take care of these little girls.

In the eyes of people at that time, as long as a person had no problem eating, then there must be nothing wrong with his health. The way of judging was quite plain, simple and crude.

"Empty? Is there something new? Take me to see it."

The old woman's words caught Jiang Han's attention. There was no psychologist in the village right now, so no one could counsel them. These people had lost their families and homes and were alone outside. Jiang Han would pay more attention to any mental problems they had.

What the old woman said is a bit vague, so it is better to find out for yourself. Although it may cause them to have a stress response, at least you can ensure that a worse situation will not occur.

The girls were arranged to live in a shantytown because the houses in this area have not been built yet. The priority of building modifications within the village is that productive buildings are higher than functional buildings and then higher than residential buildings. These girls came suddenly, and their houses needed to be replanned and rebuilt. For now, they can only live here temporarily.

As soon as he arrived at the shantytown, Jiang Han smelled a scent of medicine: "Did the farm hire a doctor?"

"Yes, we still have some extra money. Seeing these kids suffer like this is really a sin, so I asked a doctor in the city to get some medicine and boiled it for the girls to drink."

The old woman was a little cautious, fearing that her presumptuous decision would upset the host.

"You did a great job, but next time you need to report to your superiors how much money you spent. I will reimburse you. We are all part of the collective, so how can we let you pay for it?"

Jiang Han’s words made the old woman feel relieved.

"Hey, hey, I'm telling you, Boss, you have a kind heart, you will agree to anything. A good person like you will surely live a long life."

The old woman muttered as she entered the shantytown. Jiang Han frowned. The girls now looked much better. Many of them were standing or sitting, and only a few were still lying in bed. The atmosphere inside was extremely dull and lifeless.

How can you recover from illness in such an environment? Jiang Han blamed himself. He should have differentiated the illnesses and arranged them at different stages.

Hearing the noise, the girls turned around and saw Jiang Han, the leader, and NTW beside him.