The happy life of a prodigal

He looked up and down Fang Xiu suspiciously, and muttered to himself: "When you were nothing, you kid, you were only looking for profit, and you often did things like buying and selling by force.

Now that he is the Duke of An, how can he have such a good heart? "

9 Chapter Twenty

Fang Xiu felt a little helpless when he heard this.

Could it be that I, the dignified Lord An, is such a person in your heart?

Also the British public!

Pooh!

Fang Xiu waved his hands, and said angrily: "If you are kind, you will be a donkey's liver and lungs, whether you like it or not!"

Hearing this, the British Duke carefully observed and cut Fangxiu.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a joke.

Could it be that this kid really showed kindness?

The British Duke’s expression changed several times, but after all he still hadn’t made up his mind, and said, “I keep this coal mine for myself. No matter what, it’s left by my ancestors. Alright."

When he said this, it was extremely distressing.

Now he can only hope that Fang Xiu will be the same as before, only seeking profit, not getting ahead without profit.

Otherwise, this coal mine will really fall into my own hands!

Seeing that Duke Ying had made a decision, Fang Xiu glanced at him, and didn't say anything, just said: "You came to my Fangfu to talk about this matter?"

The British Duke frowned, and said, "Otherwise? What else can happen..."

"Okay, that's the matter here, I won't see you off." Fang Xiu stood up and made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

Seeing this scene, the British Duke blew his beard and stared angrily, and said angrily: "Anyway, this old man is also your uncle. The old man and your father had a lifelong friendship. I think I was still in the four northern states back then." When the old man once..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Fang Xiu.

"That's right, if you have anything to say, just say it, don't mention those old things, my father is not around, who knows if what you said is true, you old bastard, nothing is true!"

"Hey!"

The British man raised his eyebrows and was about to curse, but after thinking about it, he smiled again and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just your coal mine. The old man went to see it a few days ago."

Hearing this, Fang Xiu looked the British Duke up and down, with a strange expression on his face.

He really didn't understand what the Englishman was doing in the mine.

The Duke of England was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Fang Xiu, and said a little coyly: "These days, the nobles in the Kyoto Prefecture are having a hard time, and you also know that since the day you bought and sold the house, we people in the Kyoto Prefecture have had a hard time. …”

It's about the things Fang Xiu did before.

Fang Xiu was too lazy to talk to him, and let him talk.

After talking for a long time, I just mentioned the business.

"All in all, the old man is short of money. As you know, the old man built a few ships before. These ships have not been built yet, but the family can't even pay the wages of the boatmen."

"Borrowing money?" Fang Xiu almost understood what the old man meant when he heard this, turned to look at him, and asked.

"It's not for nothing!" The Englishman still had a strange expression on his face.

My dignified British Duke can't justify borrowing money from a junior.

Fang Xiu waved his hands and said, "Don't talk about it."

Hearing this, the British Duke's face darkened immediately, and he scolded angrily: "This old man is really giving you a little bastard! This old man saved your father's life before! Now I can't even ask you to borrow some money?"

"No." Fang Xiu said firmly.

After a pause, he said again: "Does anyone who borrows money have your attitude?"

Hearing this, the British public wanted to curse again, took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions slowly, and then said: "Give Shibo a face, I don't want to borrow much, 10 taels is enough."

Fang Xiu frowned, looked at the British Duke, and said, "10 taels? How many ships do you need to build so much money?"

Hearing what he said, the British prince seemed to have remembered something, and was unhappy again.

"I didn't need so much money before, but now I do."

"Why?" Fang Xiu really has nothing to do with prices during this time.

Britain is fair: "Of course it's because of your road construction, and the non-stop cloth village..."

"..."

Fang Xiu looked at the British Duke speechlessly.

He really didn't understand the relationship between these two things.

The British official explained: "It didn't cost much to hire a boatman, at most five hundred cash a month. Now you start to build roads here, and there is a non-stop cloth shop to recruit small workers, and yours. Those fleets are recruiting again.

At least one tael of silver a month, most of which are two taels of silver.

You said that other people met, five hundred Wen, why would he still do it? "

When Fang Xiu heard this, he nodded thoughtfully and said, "It makes sense."

The British Duke continued to complain: "It's not the old man who complains, there are many refugees in this world, it's no problem if you can save one, but it doesn't take so much as a tael of silver!

This tael of silver is enough for those refugees' families to spend for a month and a half, so why bother? "

Fang Xiu looked at him and said: "The refugees are also common people, of course they not only want to fill their stomachs, but also have clothes and houses..."

Speaking of this, he paused, and explained to himself: "The mansion in the capital is so expensive. I gave them a tael of silver a month. I'm afraid it won't last more than ten years or decades. It's also unaffordable, so that kid Wang Baole still gave less..."

"..." Now it was the British prince's turn to be speechless.

After holding back for a while, he finally couldn't help it anymore, and asked, "Do you have too much money?"

Hearing this, Fang Xiu looked at Duke Ying with a very serious expression, and nodded, and said, "It's true, you can't use it up if you want, not to mention two taels of silver, but three taels per person." Two silvers, I'm afraid it's more than enough..."

"You boy!"

When the British public heard this, they wanted to curse.

Fang Xiu didn't care about it.

Because he knows that only the silver that is spent is silver.

Especially for a rich man like himself.

If the silver is hidden, then it is nothing.

Only when the money is spent, can more money be earned.

This earns more money, but not only Fang Xiu alone, but the entire Chu country!

This seems to have an economic rationale, but Fang Xiu couldn't remember it.

All he knew was that if he kept the money, he would keep it, it was of no use, he might as well spend it.

Fang Xiu looked at Duke Ying, waved his hands and said, "Isn't it just money, just lend it to you."

After a pause, he said again: "Remember, return it on time."

The British gentleman said angrily: "You kid is much more ruthless than your father!"

Fang Xiu cupped his hands: "Thanks to Shibo's praise, I dare not be, I dare not be..."

British male: "..."

Fang Xiu said: "I heard that there are a lot of people building ships in Jinzhou Prefecture recently."

Hearing him mentioning this issue, the British public became interested, and hurriedly said: "That's natural, the profit behind this shipbuilding is too great!

Otherwise, I won't ask you to borrow money to build these ships! "

"Oh?" Fang Xiu showed surprise on his face, and asked, "Is there such a thing? Where is the profit?"

Chapter 921 What is a steam engine?

"Cough cough..."

Seeing Fang Xiu's question, the British official had a strange expression on his face, as if he had a guilty conscience, and said, "Actually, there is no profit. We just transport our products from Dachu to Nanyang to earn some price difference."

When Fang Xiu heard this, he instantly understood what he meant, and said, "It's no big deal, just say it straight.

It's very simple, the cloth of Wuxiu cloth shop costs one penny a piece in Kyoto Prefecture, and it costs [-] Wen a piece when it is transported from Jinzhou Prefecture to Anchuan Prefecture, and it costs two hundred Wen a piece when it is transported from Anchuan Prefecture to Nanyang Prefecture. money a horse.

Just a few ships turned a penny into two hundred, and the profit was indeed high. "

The British public blushed when they heard this...

Because what he sells is the cloth of Wuxiu Cloth!

From the current point of view, Wuxiu Cloth Zhuang has the highest profit in cloth!

Except for the low price of cloth in Kyoto Prefecture, you can't find such a low price of cloth anywhere else!

Especially in Nanyang, cloth is not cheap.

Some time ago, there was a fleet of ships from Yaskawa Prefecture to Nanyang. They only made a round trip and earned tens of thousands of taels of silver in a month!

Now, what kind of trade is this shipbuilding doing...

It was an extremely hot matter, not to mention his majestic British prince, that old man surnamed Xu, and many vassal kings, all of whom were rebuilding ships and preparing to go to Nanyang.

The place in Nanyang is not small, and there are not too few people. In addition, they also have things such as rubber and gold.

Transport colored glaze, cloth, and silk to Nanyang, and then transport rubber to Kyoto.

All you need is to prepare some food, and the wages of the boatman back and forth.

This is profiteering!

Therefore, whether it is a prince or aristocrat or a common man, the enthusiasm for shipbuilding has been set off!

What the princes and nobles think about is to build a ship and go to sea to make money.

Small people in the market cut down trees and use them to build ships, or they help build ships, and there is always some wages.

Just as the Central Plains Road was hit by a disaster, there were many refugees everywhere.

At this moment, these refugees have settled down.

Even driven by Fang Xiu's road repair, the refugees in Kyoto Prefecture are no longer enough.

It is even necessary to go to the villages outside the mansion to recruit some young men.

These days, after having sweet potatoes, the food is not so worrying.

Even if the staple food is not harvested, there are still sweet potatoes.

Therefore, many young and middle-aged people are willing to come to Kyoto to build roads.

Thinking of this, the British Duke suddenly thought of it.

The refugees, sweet potatoes, Nanyang, everything seems to be related to Fang Xiu.

For a moment, he was stunned.

This......

He looked at Fang Xiu and asked, "Shibo has something to ask you, so tell the truth."

Hearing this, Fang Xiu glanced at Duke Ying, waved his hand and said, "Don't ask, I'm not interested."

"..." The British Duke took a deep breath and asked again: "Did you fabricate the rumor about the Golden Land back then because of the grand occasion in Nanyang today?"

Fang Xiu smiled, but did not speak.

In the eyes of the British Duke, this smile made him feel even more mysterious.

It became more and more unpredictable.

This kid... what kind of evildoer is he!

There was no answer, but there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the yard.

A young man came in, stood upright, saluted respectfully, and said, "Master, a scholar came outside the door. He said he was a student of the Mechanical Academy and he had important news to report."

"what news?"