Wei Xiyin transmigrated, reincarnating as the legitimate daughter of a noble aristocratic family. She originally thought she held the script for a family drama, but who would have thought she would...
Wei Xiyin stared at the blueprint for a long time, then pointed to a site near the eastern military camp. "Let's use this site to process salt. Once we've mined enough iron ore, we'll transfer Gong Chun to continue mining salt. Keep it closer to the military camp to avoid any potential threats."
It is still unknown how much salt is left in the discovered salt bed. Salt was already a luxury in this dynasty, and they were afraid that when currency became circulated in the future, someone would set their sights on the salt workshops.
Wei Mingkuan took a pen and wrote down her words, "From now on, each workshop must choose a manager. Mingjingtang means that all workshops must be controlled by the public, and it would be best if the manager is a member of our clan."
"That's natural." Wei Xiyin had no objection to this.
Wei Mingkuan nodded, "Does Wu Niang have a suitable candidate?"
Wei Xiyin thought for a moment, "To be honest with Uncle Nine, I originally wanted to let some of the female relatives take care of it. Initially, I wanted to give the fort's armory to my eighth cousin. She's always in the fort, so it would be convenient for her to take the weapons back to the warehouse."
Wei Mingkuan paused, thought about it for a moment, and felt that what she said made sense.
Wei Mingyuan told the clan about Wei Xirou's matter. With Wuniang and Xirou as examples, the female members of the family should not be confined in the fortress.
"It's not impossible for women to take charge, but the property needs to be divided. Uncles and uncles are not biased, but everyone has their own specialties."
Wei Xiyin smiled and said, "Niece, I'll listen to my uncles. Let's first decide on the manager of the paper mill."
As he spoke, Wei Mingkuan picked up his pen and wrote the name of the paper mill manager on the paper. "Mingjingtang has already discussed it, but we haven't had time to give it to the clan leader for review yet."
The black ink spread across the paper.
There are three big characters written in a dancing style on it.
Wei Chengliang.