In the Chief Officer's Office, Xu Ping was lying on the case to review official documents, and the public officials from each case were coming and going. In this era, the chief officers and officials of the chief officers of this era were actually large offices according to Xu Ping's previous life. However, the office was no longer divided into various departments, but in a large house, it was divided into various cases, which were desks, and each was in charge of a stall.

The public officials in charge of each case handled the official documents and sent them to Xu Ping, which were classified. The important and unimportant ones should be reviewed and printed, or just looked at them, and they were all mixed. Jingxi Road was also equivalent to a province in Xu Ping's previous life. I don't know how many official documents were exchanged between prefectures and counties. In addition to the miscellaneous matters, the documents piled up into a mountain.

Officials can be tired, just like Xu Ping. Although they are not always in person, they have read all the official documents that need to be processed carefully, know everything they should know, and deal with everything they should handle. They can also be treated easily, so they will leave the matter to their subordinates, and even keep the official seal for them to use. It is not an extremely important official document, and they don’t read it at all, let alone signing and sealing. Generally, documents are handled by public officials, and they use the seal, and the superiors don’t even know.

They have to make achievements, know the situation under their rule, and want to be relaxed and comfortable, and there is no such good thing. Middle and lower-level officials must climb out of this kind of literary and book sea. After experience, they can only be at ease when they reach the top.

The weather in early autumn is still a bit stuffy, with sunny outside and hot air in the official hall.

Xu Ping straightened up, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the table and fanned it.

Autumn is coming, and it is the busiest time for the government. The crops in the fields need to be harvested and how to harvest them, and how to transfer the department’s manpower and material resources to avoid the farming season. What should we do after the grain is collected, how to collect autumn taxes, how to reduce or exempt when there is a disaster, how much should we reduce or exempt, and whether to collect the taxes owed next year. Which state has less food, which state has adjusted grain from which state has good harvests, and to prevent low grain injuries, farmers often close the warehouse and open the warehouse to collect grain, how much is the price, and how much is the amount of the harvest.

The transshipment officer is in charge of money and grain along the way. These things must be summarized in Xuping, and are comprehensively balanced within the western and western routes of Beijing. In this era, the transshipment officer is a chore, not only because he has to patrol all the prefectures and counties under his rule in a year, but also because he is very busy in daily business. Food is the most important thing for the people. In this era, there are chores that are more tiring than managing money and grain?

Then again, only after the experience of the position of transfer can one be qualified to control the finances of a country. It is like only after the experience of the prefectures and counties can one be qualified to enter the political affairs hall.

After slapping it, Xu Ping was about to continue processing the official documents when he saw Yang Gao hurried in from outside.

Looking at the busy public officials in each case, Yang Kui walked to the Xu Ping case and bowed: "Ducao, the first batch of cotton in the field service has been transported into the city. Thousands of big trucks have come, and there are no sight on the road! The people in the city gathered on the roadside to watch, and the officials from various yamen have also gone. Don't you go and take a look?"

"Oh, Wang Gongchen wrote a message two days ago that he had started transporting cotton these two days, but he didn't expect it to be today. Okay, let's take a look, and after waiting for this day for a year, how could he not take a look in person?"

Xu Ping stood up, rubbed his sore waist, took off his head, pressed his forehead, held the head in his hand, and left the official hall with Yang Gao, and took the iron wings on it. The official hall is an office place, and you must wear official uniforms, and in order to set an example for the officials under his command, you must not be careless at all. This official uniform looks so majestic that it is really inconvenient to sit for a long time.

After calling Zhong Shiheng and taking Tan Hu and other guards, Xu Ping and Yang reported to the Transportation Office and went to Changxiamen Street to see the vehicles carrying cotton. These vehicles entered the city from Changxiamen, then moved to Jianchunmen Street to the textile farm gathering area there.

As soon as we arrived on the street, we saw crowds of people, as if it was a holiday. Countless Luoyang people came to see this strange scene that they had never seen before. They just saw a strange look, but did not realize what changes these convoys would bring to this ancient royal city. The cotton transported was different from the previous goods. They would not be put into the warehouse or sold, but would become raw materials for new business operations on the banks of the Luo River, giving birth to a series of new industries.

Although Wang Yaochen had received official documents from the camp and field affairs, the scale of the convoy caught him off guard. He hurriedly mobilized the prefecture and county officials and the wing army he had in charge to maintain order.

Tan Hu led people to disperse the crowd, cleared out a piece of open space, and let Xu Ping and Yang Gao stand in front with the officials of the Transportation Envoy.

Looking at the convoy coming in from Changxia Gate, winding like a dragon, and at first glance, Yang Zhuo opened his mouth wide and said to Xu Ping: "Wang Junjun, who is the field business, is he transporting all the cotton at one time? How can he be so impatient?"

Xu Ping smiled and shook his head: "How is it possible? There is still a lot of cotton in the fields of Ru, Tang and Cai Sanzhou. Because of the lack of manpower to harvest, Wang Junxun is recruiting people from Jinghu and Huaixi Road, and at the same time mobilizing the Xiang army from nearby prefectures. This is just the beginning, and it is still a few days before the large-scale listing of cotton."

"If this is just the beginning, how many cars will it take to transport it?"

"According to the official document, the first time we came was only about 1,000 vehicles, which is not too much. The new cars we sold this year were at least 20,000 to 30,000. Several state and prefectures were recruited by the field affairs. If it reached its peak, such a fleet would be endless. This is the first time. Everyone can see it for a while. If we see it more, it will be no wonder. We tried our best to build roads and make cars, but this is the time?"

There are two main areas where you need to use a car to transport cotton, one is from Ruzhou to Henan Prefecture, and the other is from Fangcheng to Ye County through the jamb. Other areas mainly rely on water transportation, with Baihe and Jishui on the south side of the mountain, and Rushui on the north side of the mountain. In this era, water transportation is convenient and low-cost. Xu Ping placed the textile center in Luoyang because it is close to Luohe here, which makes water transportation convenient.

Although the cotton has been rolled and packaged after harvesting, it still requires huge transportation capacity. Just these two sections of land that are about 100 miles away consume most of the cars in the Luoyang New Farm this year, and it will take one or two months to stop day and night.

A huge cotton bale can only transport 1,000 kilograms per car. The first time I transported it is only about 100,000 kilograms. But the yield per acre of 100 kilograms is 100 million kilograms, which is really just a trivial beginning. This is just a lint. If the seed cotton that makes cotton coats in the future is included, there will be tens of millions of kilograms.

This is a new cotton seed that has come to this world with Xu Ping. It is not comparable to the original cotton of this era, and the yield per mu of 100 kilograms can still be achieved. If you cultivate carefully, it is not impossible to have a higher yield.
Chapter completed!