He had seen the effects of fireworks before, but he had never thought of using them to make weapons.
"Yes, fireworks are very powerful, but they still need to be modified."
"When I return to the border, I will let the Mohist and Gongshu people study it." Prince Fusu said as he put on his outer shirt.
"You still want to go back to the frontier?"
"My current position is military supervisor, and I will be going back in a few days."
"Now the cement roads have been paved in Xianyang City and surrounding villages, and the subsequent paving will be carried out by local officials."
"The first batch of experiments have already begun in farmland and breeding farms."
"What about the textile factory?" Li Rongrong was more concerned about this.
"this……"
The textile factory is the hardest hit these days.
...
...
So far, we have only received the money from one or two women whose families are poor and who can only secretly work in weaving to supplement their family income.
"Why don't you go and set up the city gate pillars? Didn't Shang Yang set up the city gate pillars and then gain everyone's trust?"
Prince Fusu tapped the table with his fingers. "That's a good idea."
Immediately, he took his men and left the palace with a box of gold, silver and treasures.
He did not immediately establish his prestige at the city gate, but instead planned to investigate why there had been no movement for so long.
Prince Fusu changed into simple clothes and strolled through the streets of Xianyang City like an ordinary scholar.
"Selling hairpins..."
"Selling candy wraps... Delicious candy wraps..."
During the New Year holidays, the streets of Xianyang city are busier than usual.
Normally, the Qin Dynasty suppressed commerce, and transactions did not dare to be too open. Only during the New Year holidays were there no restrictions.
There were a lot of people on the road, but I didn't gain anything after walking for half a day.
The government notice had been posted for some time, but few people were paying attention to it.
After walking around the street for a while, he walked into a small teahouse on the side of the road, where many women gathered and chatted.
Prince Fusu found an empty seat, sat down, ordered a pot of tea, and listened to their conversation quietly.
"I heard that the textile factory is recruiting workers, but I have a lot of things to do at home and can't leave." A woman said while embroidering a handkerchief in her hand.
"What textile factory? Why haven't I heard of it?" another woman took over the conversation and asked in confusion.
When Prince Fusu heard this, his heart moved and he had a vague guess.
"You guys don't usually read the notice, so you probably haven't heard of it."
The woman who spoke first said with some pride: "My husband, who only knows how to study all day, told me. He said that Prince Fusu was going to open a textile factory. If I work there, I will be paid every month."
The other women looked at each other in bewilderment. "We really didn't know that. You know that none of us can read, and the ones at home are also rough. How could they know such a thing?"
"My dear sister, please tell me how to find the job so that I can let my husband go."
"Yes, yes." Several women nearby who had the same plan quickly echoed.
"You may not know this, but this time, the textile factory does not want male workers, but female workers."
"Female worker?"
This news shocked the people around much more than the news of the opening of a textile factory.
"There's no way grown men like them can make weaving things like this." The youngest woman was the first to react and spoke up.
"Sister Yuji, you haven't stopped moving your hands, and you haven't even raised your head, but what you said makes sense."
"Yes, yes, sister Fisherman, I see you, you can try the job in this textile factory. If you can really get paid, you don't have to go fishing this year."
"That's right. You are not like us who look rich on the surface but actually have to take care of the household. Sometimes you have to help out when the business is not good..."
"well……"
Several women talked at once about a lot of things, and Prince Fusu, who was standing nearby, listened to them all.
The woman called Fisherwoman came from a poor family. She and a younger brother were the only ones to depend on. When they were the poorest, they could only catch some unwanted fish by the lake.
The fish was fishy and had many bones, so no one would eat it. Only the Fisherman Ji and her brother survived by eating the fish, so over time, everyone around her called her the Fisherman Ji.
In addition to fishing, she also works outside to earn some money.
Most merchants did not dare to hire female workers, but the proprietress of this teahouse felt sorry for Yu Ji and gave her a job of serving tea and water.
When I have nothing to do, I sit aside and embroider some things, and the money I earn from selling them is another source of income.
To sum up, people like Yu Ji are potential employees of the textile factory.
As for the other women, some were busy taking care of the elderly and children at home, while others came from merchant families and had no shortage of money.
In addition, when the government issued documents and notices, only literate people knew what was written.
Illiterate people, like women, have no idea about the job openings, so naturally no one can be recruited.
Prince Fusu listened patiently and wrote down the women's requests and concerns.
After leaving a few Qin Banliang coins, he walked out of the teahouse.
If you are looking for a poor woman, you cannot come to a place where you pay for service.
As he was thinking, he was attracted by a cry for help from the roadside.
"Help! Is there anyone who can save us?" An anxious voice rang out among the crowd.
Prince Fusu heard the sound and looked over, only to see a little girl in the crowd not far away. She was pale and holding her neck tightly with both hands, appearing to be in great pain.
Her mother knelt on the ground, at a loss, her eyes full of despair and helplessness.
"A Yuan, what's wrong with you?"
The vendor who was selling candy wrappers nearby was also frightened by this. He didn't know what to do and could only keep distancing himself from the matter, "This... this has nothing to do with me..."
The onlookers didn't know what to do.
There were no private clinics in the Qin Dynasty. When people were sick, they would just dig herbs to eat or wait to die. If they were lucky, they would know a witch doctor who could give them some medicine for treatment.
If the treatment is not good, the hexagram will show that there is no life.
Prince Fusu looked around anxiously. There was a doctor in the Xianyang Palace, but if he rushed back to find someone, he was afraid that the little girl would die in the process.
Seeing that the little girl was about to die, Fusu's heart tightened. He quickly pushed through the crowd and came to the little girl's side.
"Ma'am, can you let me try?"
Mrs. Sun had no other choice but to let the young man in front of her give it a try.
Prince Fusu patted the little girl gently on the back, trying to help her catch her breath, but it was obviously not effective.
Then he quickly turned the little girl around so that her back was facing him.
Then, he put his arms around the little girl from behind, one hand clenched into a fist on her midriff, and the other hand tightly covering the fist.
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