I am engaged in construction in Datang

"Of course!" Qiu Shan straightened his back. This is the head of their Xiaoqiu Village. He is very powerful!

"Head, let's study during the day. It's the off-season, and we have nothing to do. When the food in the biogas digester is fermented, we can light the biogas lamps like the women's village, and the adults can study at night, and the children can study during the day!"

Village Chief Qiu laughed, and Qiu Shan laughed too.

These days, I am becoming more and more hopeful.

On the second day, Xiaoqiu Village began to build a biogas digester.

Blue bricks and cement were sold in the county. At that time, the imperial court encouraged the construction of ponds, so everything was cheap.

The place where cement is sold is a small shop specially reserved by the government office on the side, which is only about 10 square meters.

When Qiu Shan and Uncle Ying arrived, the servant inside was dozing off.

"Boss, I want to buy some cement." Qiu Shan walked in and looked around. There was no one there except the dozing servant.

"How much do you want to buy?" The boy said with sleepy eyes. Those who came to buy cement these days all thought it was fun. They just added some water and applied it on the cement, and it would become hard after it dried.

Some people who are smart bought it and used it to pave the yard. Now the yard is no longer so dirty after the rain.

"How much do you have? How much do you sell it for?" Qiu Shan asked. Changan cement is very cheap, only two or three hundred wen per ton.

"If you buy in bulk, it's one cent for 1 kilogram, which is 2 catties." He has sold many catties in the past few days...

"So expensive!" Qiu Shan was shocked. It turned out that one ton cost one string of silver.

"We buy a lot, can it be cheaper?" Qiu Shan frowned. He originally thought that even with the additional travel expenses, one ton would only cost four or five hundred coins at most.

"Can I have a ton? That's one thousand kilograms, two thousand jin." The boy asked, "If you want a ton, it'll cost you 500 coins."

It’s a bit expensive, Qiu Shan sighed, but he can accept it.

"Okay, how many tons do you have?" Qiu Shan calculated. There are 84 households in his village. If four households use one pond, they need to build 21 ponds. Each pond needs four or five tons of cement...

It costs fifty strings of cash!

How about building a part first and then building the rest slowly?

"Here are ten tons!" The servant looked at Qiu Shan, an expression of disbelief gradually showing on his face: "You want them all?"

“What are you going to build?”

"We're going to build a biogas digester!" Qiu Shan said, puffing out his chest: "It'll probably take about 100 to 80 tons!"

"Oh!" The servant was no longer sleepy. He jumped up suddenly and disappeared in a flash.

Qiu Shan: “…”

Uncle Ying: "Xiaoshan, are we asking for too much?"

"Maybe……"

Soon, the county magistrate came trotting over.

After seeing Uncle Ying, he grabbed his hands affectionately and said, "I guess this is the master who is going to build the biogas tank?"

Uncle Ying stepped back silently and pointed at Qiu Shan: "Xiao Shan is it."

The county chief looked at the boy with short hair around his mouth and asked doubtfully: "Do you have a Class II certificate?"

"Yes!" Qiu Shan puffed out his chest and took out his certificate from his pocket.

Produced by Nuzhuang, the paper is different. The outer cover is cowhide, and there is a steel stamp inside, with the registered name, village, etc. clearly written on it.

There is also a portrait of a human face, and the stamp is half of a human face.

"It's true." The county magistrate took a look and immediately took Qiu Shan's hands again: "Heroes emerge from youth!"

“Ah…” the county chief sighed, “You are the first in the county to come here to buy cement and build a biogas digester.”

They are far away from Chang'an, and when he first promoted the biogas digesters, he didn't think that many would be successful.

After all, no one has experienced it personally, and no matter how powerful Nuzhuang is, it has only been famous for a few months. The people around Chang'an believe it, but not many people here believe it.

He thought the county would not be able to sell the ten tons of cement!

"If you want to build a biogas digester, we will send someone to verify it later. We can sell you this cement for 200 wen per ton. It was originally 320 wen, but His Majesty subsidized you with 120 wen from his own treasury."

"Really?" Qiu Shan and Qiu Ying were excited and bowed towards Chang'an: "Your Majesty is wise!"

The county magistrate also followed.

Two hundred coins per ton, the village only needs to spend twenty strings of money!

Every household only needs to pay about 200 coins!

"Of course!" The county magistrate nodded. Not only would the people receive subsidies, but it could also be counted as a political achievement on his part!

"If you can't come up with the money, you can still take out a loan, that is, buy on credit. The Tang People's Bank will lend you the money, and as long as you pay it back this year, you won't have to pay interest."

Although Qiu Shan was very curious about the so-called loan, it was only twenty strings of cash and everyone could still afford it, so there was no need to buy on credit.

So the two of them shook their heads and refused.

At noon, the two were invited by the county magistrate to stay for a meal.

In the afternoon, the county directly sent ox carts to transport cement, blue bricks, bamboo and other materials to Xiaoqiu Village.

Naturally, Xiaoqiu Village’s actions could not be concealed from the surrounding villages, especially Daqiu Village, which was at odds with Xiaoqiu Village.

The two villages were originally one family, but they separated because of a conflict among their ancestors. Even now, they still have no contact with each other, and the young wives who marry into the same village don't get along with each other.

"Hey, Qiu Shan is back?" The villagers of Daqiu Village strolled over, looked at the truckloads of cement being transported back, and started to tease.

"You don't really believe in that biogas digester, do you?" He continued, "Our feces can also be used for heating? Are we hiding in it?"

“Hahahaha…” The people around him who came to watch the fun burst into laughter.

The people of Xiaoqiu Village were angry, but kept silent.

The pool hasn't been built yet, so no one will believe anything you say.

Wait and see in two months, you will have to ask for help from others!

……

Report to the department.

"Where is your Minister Sun?" Su Qing came to report with the emperor's decree, but he couldn't even see the figure of the person in charge.

"My assistant minister has been in the house for several days!" Ah Fu looked at Su Qing with a look of help: "Eunuch Su, can you ask my assistant minister to come out for some fresh air?"

"..."Su Qing was speechless. Look at the harm this man has done.

Then he sighed in his heart, thinking that after receiving this imperial edict, Minister Sun would be even more devastated.

"Okay, let's go call him!" Su Qing walked forward and knocked on the door.

"Minister Sun, Minister Sun!"

There was silence inside, and Su Qing knocked on the door again: "I am Su Qing, His Majesty has an order."

The tightly closed door was finally opened, and Sun Fujia's hair was disheveled and his clothes were askew.

"Hahaha... I finally understand!" Sun Fujia was excited.

What should be published in newspapers? Policy questions? Poetry?

No, none of them!

Newspapers only need to record recent major events or interesting things.

Write it in the simplest spoken language so that everyone can understand it!

It also has to be written in an interesting way, like Nv Zhuang.

If there is nothing interesting, then just publish stories. He serializes two or three interesting stories. After reading the first installment, can people resist buying the second installment?

"Eunuch Su, what can I do for you?"

"Oh." Su Qing stared blankly at the scribbled Sun Fujia and opened the imperial edict: "Your Excellency, Sun Fujia, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue... In view of this, the Ministry of Reporting will be temporarily managed by Yan Shigu. I hereby decree..."

"..."Sun Fujia's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

"Minister Sun, Minister Sun..."

"Call the doctor quickly!"