Chapter 633 Why don’t I go?
The construction of Yunzhou is in full swing.
Construction of Liulichang, the textile factory and Huaishuo Town Commercial Center has begun.
The increasingly cold weather cannot dampen the enthusiasm of Yunzhou people for infrastructure construction.
Men, women, young and old all went out. Those who could work in the factory went to the factory, those who could do physical work did physical work, and those who could not do anything set up a stall near the factory and sell some Hu cakes to earn a little money.
Many grassland herders also go to the city to find temporary jobs.
"It's still more comfortable in Yunzhou. There's a kang, which is much warmer than the cold tent."
"I originally just wanted to send my son to Baichuan Academy, and I took a part-time job to supplement my life. I didn't expect that the money I earned from part-time jobs was almost more than the money from selling a sheep."
"Did the Haorichin and Tashi tribes have such a good life last year? No wonder they all swore to be loyal to Duke Yun until death!" A herdsman slapped his thigh with regret.
Although they all belonged to Yunzhou, the Haorichin tribe was different after all. The patriarch of the Haorichin tribe had drunk with Duke Yun.
With so many infrastructure projects and factories, the demand for labor is increasing, and even many ordinary people from Shuozhou have been siphoned off.
The commotion was so big that Cui Sanlun wrote a letter to Gu Nanxi, mocking her in a veiled manner. What on earth did he want to do? Was it that only Yunzhou was his biological child, and Shuozhou and Hezhong County were raised by stepmothers?
Gu Nanxi touched his nose guiltily, thinking to himself, this is just the beginning.
Once cotton is planted in the north and the textile industry becomes large-scale, it will become a real labor-intensive industry.
Think about how many black slaves the southern plantations in the United States had to buy in order to meet their needs.
Gu Nanxi touched his chin. Should he prepare for a rainy day? Go to other places to recruit more people?
Forget about buying black slaves, it's too expensive. Kunlun slaves usually cost fifty to two hundred taels each.
If history had not changed, in today's Europe, the rent for an Arab slave would be between ten and twenty taels each, and the annual rent for a European serf would be about half an tael to two taels.
It seems that European serfs are still cheaper.
Gu Nanxi just thought about it. With the soldiers under his command, he could definitely fight that far, but what about after the battle? It would be difficult to manage.
Just as Gu Nanxi was imagining expanding his territory, the latest issue of "Yunzhou Weekly" had already been sold to all counties in the Great Zhou.
When Cui Sanlun saw the newspaper, he snorted coldly at first, then rolled his eyes.
Although the textile factory and Liulichang are both located in Yunzhou, Shuozhou can compete for cotton planting!
There is not much arable land in Yunzhou, so it is impossible to grow cotton instead of crops on the saline-alkali land that has been transformed with great difficulty.
The grasslands in the north are vast and boundless, they are used to raise cattle, sheep and war horses!
Cui Sanlun did what he said and immediately picked up a pen to write a letter to Gu Nanxi.
In no time, a letter with great literary talent was completed.
Watching the messenger disappear at the door, Cui Sanlun stroked his beard with satisfaction. The next second, his expression froze on his face.
Good job!
When did the great Cui Sanlun willingly accept being tied to the position of a mere governor of Shuozhou, and was he so happy with it? !
Back then, the late emperor asked him to be the prime minister of the cabinet, but he was dismissive!
As a result, now, even though he is about to be buried, he is still working like a slave in Shuozhou.
"Little Nanxi is poisonous, right? I'm really losing out by adopting her as my goddaughter. A huge loss!"
I really doubt all this. Was it planned by her since the moment Gu Nanxi acknowledged me as his godfather?
Cui Sanlun returned to his study room cursing, as he still had a lot of official business to deal with!
Hezhong County, the canal port, is gradually regaining its former prosperity.
Many people who came to Hezhong Prefecture to participate in the recruitment of the Economic and Trade Institute paid special attention to the Yunzhou Weekly.
Many of them came from ordinary families, and after arriving in Hezhong Prefecture in advance, they went to look for jobs as shopkeepers and accountants.
If you want to apply for a job at an economics institute, you must have a good level of math skills, so employers will feel comfortable using you.
For a time, competition for accounting positions in Hezhong Prefecture was extremely fierce.
The employers are happy but also worried about hiring such professional talents. What they worry about is that after the recruitment is over, those who failed the exam will go back to their hometowns, so where can they find such professional employees again?
Lao Meng applied for a job as an accountant in a teahouse, earning eight strings of cash a month, which was enough for him and his son's food, clothing and shelter in Hezhong Prefecture.
What made Lao Meng even more satisfied was that this teahouse hired a storyteller, and today he was telling the latest issue of "Yunzhou Weekly".
"Mr. Huang is here, please come this way." Old Meng noticed a dashing young man coming in and hurried to greet him.
Huang Jincheng has been in Hezhong Prefecture for nearly a month. Before his younger brother came back, he has gained a general understanding of the situation in Hezhong Prefecture.
The public security in Hezhong Prefecture was much better than what he had heard on the boat. There was no petty theft and no bullying. This must be the result of Duke Yun's rectification.
Huang Jincheng, under the guidance of Lao Meng, found a seat by the side and sat down: "Same as usual, a pot of kumquat soup and a plate of golden chicken."
"Okay."
As the heir of the Huang family, Huang Jincheng has been traveling all over the country to handle family affairs since he was twelve or thirteen years old.
After he came to Hezhong County, he clearly felt that the current Hezhong County was completely different from before, and his curiosity about Duke Yun grew deeper.
Storyteller: "Yunzhou established the Glass Business, and Su Yunyan was in charge of it."
As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the audience.
"Is this the colored glaze I understand? A colored glaze hairpin costs less than three hundred coins, and a single medicinal jade bead string costs only twenty coins. Is it worth setting up a glass department for this? It must have been set up by Duke Yun specifically for Madam Su!"
A man dressed like a wealthy businessman sneered, "What do you know? Common people use coarse goods, and the prices of vassal goods are sky-high. Officials have no market for them. The jade crown belt worn by officials above the third rank costs three hundred strings of cash each! Ru kiln ware with sky-blue glaze and colored glaze inside is worth the tax of an entire state!"
There was a sound of gasps at the scene.
The tax of a state?! How much does it cost and who can afford it?!
Isn't this too exaggerated?!
Huang Jincheng calmly took a sip of the kumquat drink and thought to himself, what does this matter?
The glazed observation tube customized by the Imperial Astronomical Bureau cost two thousand strings of cash, which was equivalent to building a small water conservancy project.
Even though the cost was so high, the Imperial Observatory was still not satisfied.
If Yunzhou's Liulichang could really have top-notch craftsmanship, I'm afraid all the wealthy businessmen and nobles in the world would flock to it.
It depends on whether Yunzhou has the skills.
Huang Jincheng continued to drink tea, and the next second, he almost spit out the tea.
Storyteller: "Yunzhou has established a Kapok Promotion Office. The newspaper also said that the textile machine they improved can spin eight spindles of yarn at a time, and there is also a jacquard machine..."
Huang Jincheng could no longer hear what the storyteller said next. He rushed to the storyteller, snatched the Yunzhou Weekly and took a closer look.
The storyteller did not lie or exaggerate, there were indeed eight ingots!
But, how is this possible? !
Huang Jincheng was in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He was furious. What on earth was I doing?! Why didn't I pass on such important news?!
What's the point of asking him to enter the Konghe Mansion? It's better to go by myself!
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