Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 229 Sales
"There is no one in Hanzhong. That was in the past. Now that the population of Hanzhong is increasing, why worry about finding no one?"

After coughing dryly, Feng Yong continued cheekily: "Besides, it doesn't matter if you can't find manpower. Feng Yong, Erlang and others built a workshop in Nanzheng, specializing in weaving. Quite a lot."

It is beyond reproach that weaving is a major national event.

"Although the few people I wait for are young, they still have the heart to serve the court. If the prime minister is worried about the lack of manpower, the few people I wait for can share some of the worries for the court."

"I've heard about it," Ma Di said with a blank expression on his face, but he was already gnashing his teeth in his heart. Of course I know you have a workshop, and I still got stuck there.

"It turns out that the eunuch knows about this, so it's easy to handle. Don't hide it from the eunuch. Last year, I waited for a few people to weave the cloth for Hanzhong Mansion. It was quite thick, and it was a rare thing to keep out the cold. This is amazing. It's not that we brag about it, but it's praised by the generals in Hanzhong."

Feng Yong continued to sell himself.

This is the benefit of building a good reputation in advance. The only time-honored brand in the world, if you don’t look for me, why go to someone else?

Even if I went to find someone else, they would have to queue behind me, waiting to pick up my leftovers.

This is related to the plan of the Northern Expedition!
"Feng Langjun means to imitate this example?"

Ma Su squinted at Feng Yong.

"Exactly. Can't this save the court another sum of money and food?"

Feng Yong rubbed his hands, thinking that this Ma Di was really on the right track.

"It's not impossible to hand it over to you," Ma Di took a sip of water from the bowl, and then said, "But it's not fifty-five points, but thirty-seven points."

Why don't you go grab it?
Feng Yong almost jumped up.

How much food does it cost to collect wool?
It's not far from Ju County, so how much food would it cost to transport it here?
Just open your mouth and take seven points. I am training weavers, improving spinning machines and looms, and asking the queen for help, so I only get three points. I don’t earn much at all, okay?
Besides, half of the three points will be taken away from the queen, and the rest will be the brothers' points, how much money can they get?

After all, the queen is so grand, she provides the pastures, the alfalfa land is also provided by her, and she provides most of the weavers, and let us wear royal tiger skins, we can't be too stingy, can we?

In contrast, this old demon Zhuge was like a mosquito trying to scrape off the flesh—would Ma Su dare to exploit Lao Tzu without the support of old monster Zhuge?

Anyway, it's right to remember Zhuge Old Demon.

Feng Tubie misses Zhuge Qiao very much at this time. At the beginning, this honest brother thought it was an advantage when he got [-]% of the points. Looking at the current Ma Su, it is really incomparable, incomparable!
"If the prefect Ma wants to say that, it's meaningless."

Feng Yong said with a lack of interest, "Based on this calculation, the workshop will not make a lot of money, I'm afraid it will pay a lot of money. If this is the case, Feng Yong will not dare to take over."

It’s not that bad, it’s just that you can’t make a lot of money. What’s the difference from working for free?
Feng Yong himself is willing, the queen is willing?
How can we happily cooperate with the queen in the future?

Ma Di smiled lightly, not in a hurry, "[-]-[-] points, it's not impossible to discuss, but there are conditions."

"What conditions?"

As soon as Feng Yong heard that there was still play, he immediately sat up straight and asked.

"Those women in Nanzhong, you can recruit up to 500 people here, and you will not be able to recruit again after you are full."

Ma Di raised five fingers and said.

Sure enough, the old demon Zhuge was instigating behind the scenes, right?right?

500 people is definitely not enough.

What Feng Yong wants to do is to build a textile-based population gathering area.

What can 500 people do? 1 people are about the same.

But if we engage 1 people at once, I'm afraid that the old demon Zhuge will drive over from Jincheng and chop him up.

"1000 people."

Feng Yong stretched out a finger.

Asking prices all over the sky, and paying back the money when they land.

Nanzhong women can't do it, but at least Ma Dai can provide it.

Even though it's a Hu girl, it doesn't mean it can't be used, it just takes a lot of trouble.

Driven by the instinct of having enough food and clothing, how can one not learn how to spin and weave cloth, which is not considered a high-tech thing?It just depends on when you can learn it.

But in the end, Ma Dai will be ordered by the old monster Zhuge...

not good!Almost broke something big!
Thinking of this, Feng Yong quickly raised another finger and said, "Two thousand women. From now on, there will be five thousand barbarians at General Ma's place."

What Feng Yong can think of, the old monster Zhuge can't imagine, if Ma Dai also loses the chain, Feng Tubie won't have time to cry.

What the hell!

This time it was Ma Di's turn to be surprised, how dare you say such a thing?
At that time, you will have 1 people in your hands, right?

What do you want to do?
"The five thousand barbarians are used to dig something. As long as I can gather all the things together, I can make good things."

Seeing the expression in Ma Di's eyes, Feng Yong quickly explained.

"Good stuff, how good is it?"

Ma Di's heart skipped a beat, this kid has brought out quite a few good things.

If he can say that it is a good thing, it must be a good thing.

"It takes a few days to build a good Ubud, which can house hundreds of people, and the consumption is extremely low."

"I still have a blueprint of Ubbat that no one in this world has ever seen. Put it in Nanzhong, guarded by a hundred people, and there are no 2000 people who can't take it."

After flattening Nanzhong, one Ubud will be built on each section of the road, and those Ubuds will be like nails, nailing Nanzhong to death. It is better than you repeatedly quelling those small rebellions that arise from time to time, right?

But before the advent of such a powerful infrastructure tool as cement, this is basically just a fantasy. If it is done better, the cost is too high, and if it is done worse, it is useless.

But now Feng Tubie has a way to make cement!This kind of thing is definitely impossible to keep, it is better to send it out directly.

As for the Ubud built with this kind of inferior cement, whether it will crack in five or six years, or will it collapse in seven or eight years, I don’t care.
No matter how poor its quality is, it is worse than a village built with wood and bamboo?

It burned out in one fire.

You try to burn cement with fire?
Besides, why should the quality be so good?How to revitalize the economy if it is built once and it will not fall down?

To engage in the infrastructure economy, isn't it just building it and pushing it, pushing it and then building it?
The euphemistically called infrastructure construction promotes economic development...

If it doesn't fall, how can you sell cement?

Naturally, Ma Di didn't know what a black-hearted maggot like Feng Tubie was planning, but when he heard that it would become a black castle in ten days, his eyes brightened immediately.

How to pacify Nanzhong, and how to govern it after the pacification, he and the prime minister have discussed it no less than a dozen times.

The final result is always frustrating, and the barbarians rebel every year, but this time the momentum is too big.

As for those small rebellions with thousands of people and thousands of people, which year did they stop?
Let's garrison the army, the money and food can't meet it, let's not garrison the army, but it can't be deterred.

It's okay to be close to a big city or a place where Han people gather, but those remote places, if they don't make too much noise, they are simply left to fend for themselves, which is really annoying.

But if there is such a good thing, why worry about it?
You can get up the Ubud in dozens of days, and the consumption is extremely low, plus this kind of Ubud is so powerful...

Where in the world does such a good thing come from?

After the ecstasy, Ma Di thought of this question again, and looked at Feng Yong suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)