Lingnan refers to the south of the Five Ridges. The Song Dynasty divided Lingnan into Guangnan East Road and Guangnan West Road. The names of Guangdong and Guangxi were obtained from this and were useless until later generations.

Starting from the winter of the previous year, the West India Trade Trade Company invested more than 20 million chunks of funds in Guangnan to support the mulberry and silkworm industry in Guangnan.

The reason why Yang Yi dared to invest like this is that in later generations, Guangxi's cocoon production ranked first in the country in various provinces. In addition, Guangxi has many mountains and few fields, which is also very suitable for the development of mulberry and silkworm industry.

This time, under the operation of merchants, the power of money was the greatest manifestation. The Western Indian Ocean Trade Trade Company established large silk reeling factories, silk weaving factories, and supporting workshops in Guizhou, Liuzhou, Pennzhou, Guizhou, Yongzhou, Yizhou and Qinzhou.

There are also many kinds of silk products produced, including silk, satin, yarn, brocade, yarn, silk, silk, silk, etc., and the Song brocade, silk and gold fabrics produced are particularly highly respected.

The textile mills employ locals, more of them Dali and Annan, and many free skills in Nanyang. The combined labor of textile mills in Qizhou has more than 60,000 people.

In addition, there are 30,000 young and strong people scattered in mulberry fields all over the country to plant mulberry fields. Although many laborers were free laborers obtained by Tanaka Hirakiro and his gang, it is impossible to improve labor efficiency by purely slavery.

Therefore, in addition to taking strict and high-pressure measures, the West Indian Ocean trade merchants also implemented reward measures among these people. If they perform well, they will be much better in fire food and even get a certain amount of wages;

The highest reward is to be transferred to the Song Dynasty household registration. Like other people in the Song Dynasty, they can obtain personal gains. Those who are willing to continue to be employed in the Sangyuan can also receive the same salary as the Song Dynasty people. In short, the trading company does everything and takes various forms to stimulate the enthusiasm of these people.

These people have words on their faces, including their names and their jurisdiction. Who dares to escape? The tattoos on their faces will leave you with nowhere to stay. Once you are caught, the fate will be very miserable. It can be said that these people have no more ways to imagine besides performing well and seeking better treatment.

In addition, Guangnan has flourished and industry and commerce has emerged, so it is easy to find employment opportunities. Dali's domestic wars are raging. Under the remote control of the Song Dynasty, Duan and Gao families fought for more than two years and had not decided the winner. This led to countless victims of Dali and no support from their lives, and a large number of people poured into Guangxi and Guangdong, which also provided very favorable conditions for the development of the entire Guangnan.

Yang Yi went south from Guizhou. The wide straight road was no longer like when he was in the southern expedition to Jiaozhi. He could not see people for dozens of miles. The people of Dali flocked to Guangxi, and the Song Dynasty was welcomed. The government tried its best to resettle them and provide them with life-saving food and production tools;

Nowadays, the people on both sides of the straight road are much denser than before. You can see new villages from time to time, and wine flags are waving on the roadside from time to time.

Sitting in the comfortable carriage, Qingniang looked at the unique and beautiful mountains and rivers of Guangxi and said sincerely: "A few years ago, Lingnan was still a smoky and smoky place that everyone regarded as a terrible disaster. It was almost the same as the death sentence. But who would have thought that Lingnan actually contained such strange mountains and rivers. Such a flat straight road was not as good as the Central Plains. Once you enter Guangnan, you suddenly feel that there is a unique world. If you don't come here to visit, you will regret it for your life."

Yang Yi shook a feather fan, as if he was the Zhou Lang from Jiangdong, and laughed loudly: "Qing Niang, you are famous all over the world now, and people are competing to sing your lyrics. Since you like Lingnan, you should have a few more masterpieces to pass on back to the Central Plains. At that time, people who seek beauty and seek victory will come in a crowd. This can be regarded as making some contributions to the people of Lingnan!"

Qingniang used a small ball of fan to cover her pretty face, and her bright eyes were filled with laughter and said, "Brother Yang is here to make fun of her. You are famous all over the world. If you want to write poetry, you have to write it first."

"Oh, then, let's have a poem competition."

Before Yang Yi finished speaking, the princess of Qin and Adella rushed to say, "We can't compete with you and Qingniang, okay, yes, let's make a judgment."

Yang Yi used the feather fan to lift Adella's chin and said strangely: "Adela, do you also want to make a judgment?"

Adela felt guilty inexplicably. As her heart beat faster, her proud breasts rose and fell, and the intoxicating body fragrance was really touching.

"Then I won't judge anymore, just listen." Adella was timid when she picked her chin up. Seeing his burning gaze again, she suddenly felt timid.

Yang Yi teased the beauty for a moment and was in a better mood. He laughed and said, "Qing Niang, let's start now."

Seeing his proud look, Qingniang couldn't help but give him a pretty look and snorted: "Brother Yang will come first."

"What's the difficulty? Listen to it! The spring is warm and the vast scenery is like a poem and painting, and it is natural. The sunset reflects the water and the waves, the waterfalls sprinkle beads and decorates the purple smoke. The green bamboos are weeping and the birds are singing, and the old villages are laughing loudly. Tao Qian can live in Taoyuan, and a touch of red clouds falls all over the fields."

Qingniang murmured and repeated this poem, and then chanted without being outdone, "The boat drove through the burrow and the other side, and the peak returned to the river and turned to Penglai. The oasis was foggy and the faces of people, and the bamboos and egrets scattered the water."

Zhao Qian and Adella obviously stood on the side of Qingniang. After Qingniang finished reciting the poem, the two immediately cheered, and there were only two listeners in the car. Once they thought Qingniang’s poem was good, what could Taifu Yang say?

It would be fine, even Xiaobai next to the car screamed, as if cheering for Qingniang, which made Taifu Yang completely look faced.

"Xiaobai, what are you calling?" Yang Taifu stretched out of the car window and pointed at Xiaobai. Xiaobai whined a few times and rushed into the woods by the roadside.

Well, after a companion, Yang Taifu finally felt better. He sat back and coughed lightly and said, "My name is the seven-character poem, Qingniang's name is the quatrain. I have more words, so I win."

Qing Niang immediately said, "Whoever is bad is good, how many words are? Sister Zhao and Adella both said that they are good, but this time they won, hehe."

At the end of the conversation, Qingniang laughed proudly, and Zhao Qian and Adella also chuckled.

Taifu Yang did not give up and chanted again: "Who will release the divine horse in this mountain? Sprinkle the fog and swallow the clouds and the extraordinary. The wind and clouds of thousands of miles will be rewarded. A river of mist and rain will last for the prosperous years. He once led the powerful generals to conquer the north and south, and also the heavenly soldiers stationed in Han Pass. Today, we are happy to meet the new sun and moon. We send thousands of sails on the Xiaoxiaoyan."

After chanting the poem, the Taifu Yang slapped the feather fan in his hand and put it on the posture of Zhou Lang in Jiangdong, but no one applauded.

Before Qing Niang could speak, she laughed and threw herself into the arms of the eldest princess of Qin. Her shoulders shook and her waist trembled slightly, and she looked overwhelmed.

Adella noticed that the expression of Grand Tutor Yang changed, and was afraid that the fish in the pond would be affected, so she hurriedly urged: "Qingniang, it's your turn. Come and recite it quickly."

Qingniang then held back her laughter, sat upright and chanted slowly: "A small boat moored near the west mountain at night, and there were stars in three or five people's houses. The shadows of trees were slanted and the river was quiet, and the fishing lamps were faintly smoked at night. The map of the cliffs of Qianxun was difficult to draw, and the shadow of the boat was scattered by a hundred feet of cold pond. The sound of the far pu was heard, and the peak was silver and jade plate was clear."

"A good poem! I am truly the most talented woman in the world. This poem is ethereal and distant, meticulous and vivid, and makes people leave their fragrance after reading it."

This time, Adela and Zhao Qian not only cheered Qingniang in unison, but also added some comments, which was absolutely contrary to the cold reception that Grand Tutor Yang had just received, which made Grand Tutor Yang sigh that he was not born at the right time.

"I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore. You three colluded with each other, secretly colluding with music, and hooking up with each other. It is simply the biggest misfortune of my Yang family, and it should be despised by all ages."

Grand Tutor Yang was indignant. As a result, before he had condemned some people's secret operations, three fragrant bodies and six jade arms had already rushed towards him, some beat him, and some twisted him. Grand Tutor Yang was not only very mentally injured, but also physically scarred, which was terrible.

Of course, Grand Tutor Yang also secretly made a lot of benefits. The willow waist is thin, the fragrant hall is plump, and the peppery breasts are very sensation. Grand Tutor Yang is confused and cannot tell who this is. Who it is, and who it is, you have to investigate and collect evidence slowly in the future.

Three days later, the group arrived in Liuzhou. Qingniang couldn't wait to go to Liu Zongyuan's tomb to pay tribute. Liu Zongyuan was listed as the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties and was exiled to Liuzhou for several years, leaving behind many works and poems.

On November 8, 14th year of Yuanhe (819 AD), Liu Zongyuan died of illness in Liuzhou. People followed his will and parked his Lingshu on the edge of the Luochi where he loved when he was alive.

He was an honest official, and after his death, orphans and widows lived in a difficult life, and the funeral expenses were raised by his living friends. His Lingshu was transported back to Wannian County, Chang'an. The people of Liuzhou built his tomb in the original Tinglingshu, and built the Luochi Temple next to Luochi to commemorate him.

In the Song Dynasty, the court posthumously named Liu Zongyuan as Marquis of Wenhui. Qingniang respectfully offered three animals, sprinkled wine to worship, and took a pen to leave a poem to mourn the predecessors:

The sun is not returned to the south of the mountain, and the soul and the white clouds fly together.

The eternal articles leave the ink rhyme, and the green peach has no master for thousands of years.

Yang Yi also went, but he had a little utilitarian heart. Literary masters like Liu Zongyuan would be more popular and let people pay more attention. This is of great benefit to the local academic style, and it can also subtly influence people's fear of Lingnan.

In order to make the literary style prosperous, Shiyi donated 100,000 yuan at a time to build an academy in Liuzhou and named it "Wenhui Academy". At the same time, Guangxi's General Envoy was appointed as the leader of the fertile land, and Huang Tingjian, the Guangxi academician, also served as the mountain director of the Wenhui Academy.

Let the academy expand the scope of enrollment and select good children to study. It doesn’t matter if the foundation is poor. First, increase the number of students. As long as you teach carefully, Yang Yi believes that sooner or later it will be able to transform from quantitative change to qualitative change.

If a place wants to prosper, cultural education is an indispensable part. With a 100,000 yuan investment and 2,000 acres of fertile land as the academy's assets, and with Huang Tingjian, a literary master, Yang Yi believes that Wenhui Academy will sooner or later become a first-class academy in the Song Dynasty.

After working hard in Liuzhou for a few days, Yang Yi finally waited for someone, Liu Zheng from the southwest group of the Zhifang Pavilion.

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ps: Due to the impact of the typhoon, there was a heavy rain yesterday, and the power outage was not renewed all day. Although my house is not as serious as that in Guangdong, the water has fallen to the threshold. The rain stopped at 5 o'clock in the morning, but the sky is still cloudy and dense. Another heavy rain may come at any time. Maybe I will become a refugee tomorrow. Alas!

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