Chapter 438 Let Them Regret

Yuan Ruan tilted his head and said, "But isn't the glass produced by the Ministry of Industry currently in short supply?"

The Minister of Works paused, looking a little anxious. This was true, but they could continue to work hard!

He hurriedly said, "Master Imperial Master, give me another year, and I will definitely be able to find enough manpower..."

Yuan Ruan said: "It's been too long. We have to occupy the market as soon as possible."

Minister of Industry: ...

Yuan Ruan added: "In addition, it is not that the Ministry of Industry will be left out. Nor will the technology be given only to the nobles. The nobles will provide the manpower and money, and the Ministry of Industry will provide the technology, and we will go to Wancheng together to open a glass factory."

The Minister of Works was relieved: even if the nobles contributed money and shared the profits, the core technology of glassmaking would still be in the hands of their own family.

The Minister of Revenue was also relieved. It didn't matter if the money was not given to just one noble, but many nobles came together to share the cake.

At the same time, after listening to Yuan Ruan's ideas, the Minister of Revenue was also opened up.

He thought for a moment and said, "The Imperial Master is right. Besides glass production, there are also workshops for wool skin and wool yarn processing. These all require a large amount of manpower. Wancheng is located on a major transportation route, and the transportation routes to various places are more economical. It is also closer to the North. If these workshops are arranged in Wancheng, on the one hand, it will be enough to support the civilians left in Wancheng, and on the other hand, it will also save costs."

After the Minister of Revenue finished speaking, the Minister of Works clapped his hands and said, "You are right. It just so happens that the nobles of Wancheng have all left, so it is convenient for us to send people to Wancheng to build workshops. Hahaha, these nobles left well, it was wonderful."

The court officials also thought this method was good and began to discuss which workshops should be sent to Wancheng.

At this time, Prime Minister Wang suddenly reminded: "The wages paid to those tenants must be sufficient. If the nobles of Wancheng regret it, they will not be able to come back even if they want to."

Some people wondered, "Aren't these nobles going to relocate with their entire families? Why would they want to come back? Is this fake?"

Prime Minister Wang laughed and said, "Where can they move to? Wancheng is just a big city on the border. They live like local tyrants here, but if they leave Wancheng and go to other places, their wealth will make them paupers. Will the noble families in other towns accept them in a friendly manner? Will they accept paupers to compete with them for land? Tenants? Business?"

The Minister of Industry clapped his hands suddenly: "What the Prime Minister said is very true. These nobles were unwilling to move when ordered. If their lives are not satisfactory at all, they will regret it. Hiss, in this case, even if we don't move the glass, wool and other workshops there, Wancheng will be stable sooner or later..."

Prime Minister Wang shook his head: "No, no, no. If Wancheng is abandoned by Daxia and falls into chaos for a while, those petty nobles will probably just be thankful even if they are not living a happy life. But once we make Wancheng prosperous, those petty nobles will be particularly regretful and may even...come here to seek refuge with us."

Now, the officials in charge of intelligence also came forward and asked Prime Minister Wang questions such as "What is the availability rate of those who defect to the nobles?"

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Yuanruan couldn't help but sigh to the system after hearing this: [They are all so smart. They have come up with so many ideas with just a few words from me. It's amazing.]

The system disagreed and emphasized loudly: [Aruan is the smartest one! If Aruan hadn't pointed it out, they wouldn't have thought of it.]

Yuan Ruan's mouth twitched, and she nodded perfunctorily, thinking to herself: If all the officials of Daxia are dumber than her, then the fate of the country is nothing, it would be better for her to commit suicide as soon as possible.

In this way, the officials of the Great Xia Dynasty chatted animatedly in the square in front of the hall.

The emperor is in no hurry. He has to wait for the court officials to reach a conclusion before making a judgment.

He glanced around, then carried the tattered Yuan Ruan to the Imperial Master's Mansion.