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Since ancient times, there have been many wrongful convictions, and Yang Yichen does not want to dwell on them, but he hopes that such things will not happen under his watch.
With the foundation laid before him and the desire for power among officials, the newly appointed County Magistrate finds that the local leaders are actively taking initiative and working hard.
Meanwhile, the Deputy Magistrate and County Constable are left idle at home. After returning twice, they were persuaded by Yang Yichen to take a break, which truly began to make them anxious.
As for those who used to bow and scrape to them, their attitude has completely changed; they now refuse to see them.
People are so realistic; when in power, there are many who flatter and fawn over you. However, when you hit rock bottom, being avoided like a venomous snake is truly unpleasant.
Yang Yichen intends to use such people as examples to establish his authority quickly in the Linyi County Yamen. The results prove that his approach is indeed correct.
In the blink of an eye, it is harvest season again. The sun shines brightly, and the scorching heat is baking the earth. The golden waves of wheat stretch endlessly into the horizon.
To ensure a good seed supply for the next year, Yang Yichen adopted Wang Lin's suggestion and began implementing it among the people of Linyi County.
In the vast wheat fields, dark-skinned farmers face the soil with sickles in hand, racing against time to harvest. Sweat drips down their foreheads, yet it cannot dampen their joy of a bountiful harvest.
Children carry baskets, following behind adults to collect fallen wheat heads.
As people harvest their crops, they chat with their neighbors: "Wow, this year's harvest is pretty good."
"Indeed! Last year at this time we had nothing; the lord has compensated us in a way."
"By the way, have you heard? The new County Magistrate wants us to select the best wheat heads for next year's seeds."
"I heard! Didn't we always pick out plump grains for planting? What's different this year?"
After all, people are not fools; how could they choose inferior seeds?
However, selecting larger wheat heads before threshing is indeed a curious practice.
Although they do not fully understand the reasoning behind it, it does not seem arbitrary.
Moreover, Yang Yichen's name had already become well-known among nearby residents last year, with many having received food distributed by him.
All of this lays a solid foundation for the implementation of his new policies.
Although there were doubts, the majority still followed his orders.
However, this also increased the workload during the harvest. Yet, for a better yield next year, all current efforts are worthwhile.
Yang Yichen was never someone afraid of hard work; he directed and worked in the fields without missing a beat.
In the blink of an eye, after about ten days of wheat harvesting, they had nearly finished. Fortunately, this year the weather was favorable, and there was no rain; otherwise, if it had rained, the wheat would have been soaked into the ground, leading to immeasurable losses.
To facilitate the threshing and winnowing of the wheat, Yang Yichen designed a simple fan and sieve that could quickly separate the crushed grains. Not only was it clean, but it also sped up the process significantly.
These two items were quite simple and could be reused interchangeably. The blacksmith could easily make several of them, so most people in Linyi County utilized this seemingly simple yet very effective mechanical tool.
Compared to fully automated processing in his previous life, relying solely on human labor and resources was simply incomparable to machinery.
Yang Yichen seemed to have a sensitivity to these things; the simple structure meant nothing to him because he had many more unexpressed skills.
Perhaps these items were related to the images that occasionally flashed in his mind. Yang Yichen had begun to doubt his origins.
The two youths were not far apart in their respective spaces, but they were each walking further down their own paths.
Liu Qingxi, who had made a name for himself, had a steady stream of business. Ten Li Pu employed everyone available, and people from nearby villages gradually joined in. There were those specifically responsible for rural single-story Earthen Houses or Azure Brick Houses; some focused on construction in Biqi Town; others were trained by Liu Qingxi for more complex building forms.
In summary, working here didn't require literacy; however, one needed to understand simple blueprints and be able to read construction plans. Relying solely on designers to explain would consume too much manpower and resources.
Before officially joining, there would be specialized training for them before they could start working.
Only by establishing such regulations and systems could everyone work according to the rules and maintain order.
Thus, half a month passed. The wheat harvest was completed, and with the help of Yellow Cattle, the fields were plowed. It was time for planting season.
In autumn, corn is generally planted here as it yields relatively high production. As for peanuts and soybeans? Very few people plant them; even if they do, they are reluctant to eat them—corn is more practical.
However, corn seeds degrade very quickly. In his previous life, there were dedicated research bases studying grain seeds, but there was none here.
So they could only utilize the most primitive and straightforward methods as much as possible.
Things finally got on track. After Yang Yichen cleverly turned the situation around in Linyi County and demonstrated his hands-on approach, those below him genuinely admired him.
When the Deputy Magistrate and the County Constable returned, they found themselves completely excluded and in an awkward position.
Indeed, within the Linyi County Yamen, no one could accomplish so much in such a short time.
He was the first.
That day, after working overtime to finish his tasks, he closed the account book and rode off swiftly.
Fortunately, the distance was short; riding a horse was much faster than taking a carriage. Before it was completely dark, he returned to Ten Li Pu. At that moment, only faint lights remained in the houses, casting a soft glow through the moonlight, creating a beautiful scene.
"Who is it? Who's knocking at this late hour?" A sleepy voice came from inside, impatiently opening the door, only to be taken aback by the unexpected visitor.
"Oh, it's Young Master!" The Doorman exclaimed excitedly, rushing to call out to the inner courtyard.
The Wen Family had already settled down for the night but quickly got dressed and hurried out. "Why are you back at this hour? Is something wrong?" After all, their son's behavior seemed a bit unusual.
"Mother, there's nothing wrong. You're overthinking it. I just finished my work early today and came back to see you. Everything's fine."
"Now I can relax; otherwise, my heart would be racing uncontrollably."
"Mother, the county affairs are becoming more organized. Why don't you come with me for a while? It's lonely living alone in that large Yamen."
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