Learning God in Hand, I Have the World

The majestic imperial palace was too far away to be seen, but Zhuang Li was still leaning against the car window, looking in the direction of Miyagi.

7480 complained: "The gods in this world are too awkward. They even lose their temper over such a trivial matter."

"It's not that he has an awkward personality, it's that he's afraid." Zhuang Li sighed, "If you were a beggar with nothing and one day you were walking down the street and suddenly picked up a priceless treasure, wouldn't you be at ease?"

7480 substitutes it in and shakes his head: "Not sure."

"No one can feel at ease. You may have to keep one eye open when you sleep at night. For a while, you wonder if there will be robbers to steal it. For a while, you wonder if the owner will come to claim it. I always feel that this thing is not worthy of someone like me. Yes. This is Feng Ming's current mood."

Zhuang Li closed his eyes, and his tone implied pity: "The experience of too much suffering made his heart unable to settle down. He wanted to get close, but was afraid of it. If he can't get it, he will never lose it."

"Then you can make him feel at ease. If you play riddles with him, won't he be more disturbed?" 7480 looked puzzled.

"You don't understand. The sense of security is not given by others, but by yourself. I am activating his desire for happiness." Zhuang Li opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the imperial city again, and sighed: "Those notes are not riddles. , are amulets to ward off demons. When the time comes, he will need them."

7480 waved his hands again and again: "Forget it, I really don't understand, so do whatever you want."

At the same time, Feng Ming brushed off the note indifferently, and strode towards the martial arts arena.His manic heart needs an outlet.

He could guess why Zhuang Li made various excuses to get close to him.The other party wants nothing more than two things: one is prosperity and wealth, and the other is power.

Besides these two, what else could I give him?Isn't everyone around you for these two points?Why is something that seemed so natural before so unbearable now?

Why can Zhuang Li not?

Feng Ming didn't know what he wanted from Zhuang Li, but he clearly felt that when Zhuang Li inevitably played tricks on him, his already numb heart would actually hurt.

Tearing pain!

Feng Ming took off his outer shirt and took turns practicing with Long Jinwei's masters until he was sweating profusely and exhausted.However, instead of making him feel better, this catharsis made him more depressed and anxious.He always felt that something big would happen if he didn't go back.

Unbearable, he immediately threw away the weapon in his hand and walked quickly towards the bedroom. As soon as he entered the main hall, he found a servant cleaning the desk, and the note left by Zhuang Li had disappeared.

"Where are my things?" The sudden sense of uneasiness and panic made him show a hideous expression.

He walked over quickly, checking on and off the table.

The servant reacted quickly, knelt down with a plop, pointed to a book and said, "Your Majesty, this slave is here for you."

Feng Ming hurriedly opened the book, found the note and looked at it, then let out a breath slowly.

He said he didn't want to play anymore, he didn't care anymore, but he couldn't control his heart.He can't deceive anyone, he just cares, he just wants to know what the boy wrote in these notes.

If he couldn't find the answer, he couldn't be calm for a moment.

Feng Ming took out the other three pieces of paper and put them side by side. He studied and pondered over and over again, looked up dictionaries, dictionaries, and ancient books, and almost became obsessed.

The servant knelt on the ground for a long time and did not dare to move, until the report of the prime minister's audience came from outside the hall, and the emperor had to put away the note and walk out, only then did he struggle to prop up his numb legs.

Another servant came over to help him, counted his fingers, and sighed softly: "In a few days, I don't know how many people will die."

The two looked at each other, and then paled.

In a few days, it will be the anniversary of the death of the entire government of Cheng En Gong.Back then, the late emperor was too ruthless. In order to force the emperor to return, he killed more than 300 people in Cheng'en Gong's mansion in one go.That day was the day when the emperor escaped from the capital, but it was also the day when the emperor fell into hell.

On this day, the emperor would be depressed at the slightest and go crazy at the worst.Everyone who comes close to him is in danger.

Thinking of the bloodshed in the palace last year, several servants had the idea of ​​spreading their wings and fleeing the palace.

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Feng Yi and Zhuang Li, who were kicked out after only two days in the palace, almost became the laughing stock of the entire capital.But neither of them cared about what other people said.

Feng Yiba had to go to study, drinking and having fun with a group of friends all day long, so happy.

The parts customized by Zhuang Li have been delivered one after another.He ordered people to transport them to a big house outside the city, assembled them into eight spinning machines and five flying shuttle looms, and taught Zhuang Xiaohui the operating principles.

"This is your factory. You hire thirteen women to help you spin and weave cloth, and the finished products are sent directly to your store for sale. You don't need to look for sources of goods, produce and sell by yourself. This is called the integration of production and sales. It can greatly save operating costs." Zhuang Li briefly explained.

Zhuang Xiaohui looked at the thirteen machines in astonishment, her voice trembling: "Brother, these machines are amazing! Ordinary spinning machines only have one or two spindles, but this kind of machine has sixteen, and the operation It’s simple. One person can spin the yarn of 120 people, and eight machines can spin the yarn of [-] people. How fast is this?”

Zhuang Xiaohui counted with her fingers and sighed: "Brother, these eight spinning machines are equivalent to a medium-sized workshop!"

"More than that, the operation of this flying shuttle loom is simpler and the speed is higher. The yarn spun by the eight spinning machines can be woven into cloth by the five looms in one day, and the texture is very delicate and smooth. The quality of the cloth is better than hand-woven." Zhuang Li slowly demonstrated the operation method of the shuttle loom.

The more Zhuang Xiaohui listened, the more excited she became: "Brother, we only need to hire thirteen people to weave so much and such good cloth, and the production cost is much lower than that of a large workshop with 200 people. Then we can set the price of the cloth." Make it cheaper and make it affordable for everyone!"

Zhuang Li nodded and said: "That's right, because of our high production efficiency, our cloth can indeed be sold much cheaper than others. But you need to find a stable supply of cotton to avoid the problem of insufficient raw materials in the future. When you have accumulated enough If you have enough capital, you can go to the north to buy a large piece of land, grow cotton yourself, and realize the integration of production, supply and marketing, which can save costs more.

"The cotton cloth just produced is not dyed, it looks white and not white, and it is not yellow. Rich people will not buy it, but because the price is cheap, ordinary people will definitely like it. So let's take the public route first, make small profits but sell quickly, and wait for it later. When you have money, you can open a dyeing workshop, make colored or printed cloth by yourself, and take the high-end route.”

Zhuang Li patted his sister on the shoulder lightly and encouraged him: "In short, let's take our time and don't rush. Brother believes that you can do well."

Opening cloth workshops, opening dyeing workshops, buying land, and growing cotton, the blueprint for the future is unfolding in front of Zhuang Xiaohui's eyes little by little, and it is already within reach.My brother invented such a miraculous machine, if she can't do this business well, then she is the number one idiot in the world.

"Brother, I will do a good job. I want to open our shop all over Dayan!" Zhuang Xiaohui patted her chest and said proudly.

"When I celebrate my birthday next year, you can give me a mountain of gold." Zhuang Li set a small goal for his sister.

Before Zhuang Xiaohui could fully release her pride, she suffocated into a series of coughs. After coughing, she smiled heartily, and gave her brother a high-five, agreeing crisply.

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Yu Yuxian found out that there was also a cloth shop opposite his shop, and the business was booming. The shopkeeper was a woman who hadn't left the cabinet, and she often showed her face to greet and send her off, and she didn't shy away from her gender at all.

Mrs. Li pointed to the woman who greeted the guests loudly, and said with disgust: "I don't know which girl it is from, she is so shameless."

Yu Yuxian felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything.Women are indeed not suitable for business, and they are easy to suffer.

Mrs. Li was still muttering: "Huh, her cotton cloth is half cheaper than ours. What profit is there? I sent someone to buy it yesterday. Feel it, does it feel very good, very thin?" slip?"

Mrs. Li took out a piece of cloth from the drawer and handed it to Yu Yuxian.

Yu Yuxian stretched out his hand to touch it, and it really felt very comfortable.

Mrs. Li sneered: "I bet this piece of cloth must have been woven by a skilled weaver girl with a lot of painstaking efforts. The purchase price must be higher than her current selling price. This is a new store and there are no customers, so she is making money at a loss." Shout out! A woman is a woman. She has never studied or seen the world, so she has no way of doing things. Such a good cloth is sold at such a low price. When customers come back next time, they find that the price is high, and the cloth is not good. Noisy."

Mrs. Li pointed to the opposite side, her expression becoming more and more contemptuous: "Look, the people who enter her shop are all poor ghosts, and poor ghosts love to take advantage of it. If there is no advantage to take advantage of in the future, who will patronize her shop? Or, what she sells are homemade cloth, which is not uncommon for rich and noble families. It is difficult for the poor to earn money, but not for the rich. She does not rely on both ends, and the business will not last long. Mother bet you, her shop will not be sold. It will be closed in half a month."

Yu Yuxian said helplessly: "Mother, don't tell me that a woman has never seen the world, women don't know how to do business, aren't you a woman?"

"Am I wrong? She really has never seen the world! I said she will close the shop in half a month, do you dare to bet with me?" Li's face was full of disdain.

"No, I don't think she can do this business for long." Yu Yuxian had the same opinion as her mother.

But she thought she was a good person, so she walked to the opposite side when it closed in the evening, and reminded: "The price of your cloth is too low, and I'm afraid it won't work if you keep selling it like this for a long time."

"It's none of your business for me to sell? Are you jealous because my business is booming?" Zhuang Xiaohui snarled.

"Why are you so rude?" Yu Yuxian blushed angrily, and reprimanded: "Sure enough, women and villains are hard to raise. If you don't listen to my advice, your store won't last long! A girl who hasn't left the court, Instead of staying at home and showing your face all day long, what kind of tutor are you? Do your parents care about you?"

Zhuang Xiaohui looked her up and down with strange eyes, then smiled contemptuously.

This person is obviously also a woman, but every word he utters is demeaning to women.Her thoughts have long been poisoned by those so-called etiquette education, and she even looks down on herself.

Her ideals and ambitions turned out to be a cover to cover up her selfish greed.

This man is so vulgar!Tasty!

The more Zhuang Xiaohui thought about it, the more she felt ironic, so she shook her head and sighed: "Yu Yuxian, you are so pitiful, do you still know who you are?"

This ambiguous question seems to imply a deep meaning.

Yu Yuxian's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and then he began to feel guilty and annoyed.Why does this woman look at herself with pity?When she dominated the officialdom, she was still playing needlework in the boudoir!

With an unyielding momentum, Yu Yuxian chased after him and asked, "You know me? What did you mean by that just now?"

Zhuang Xiaohui climbed into the carriage and looked down at her with a firm yet contemptuous tone: "Yu Yuxian, you won't accomplish anything in this life."