After leaving the factory, Zhou Maoxue and others took a horse-drawn carriage to the Tang family's mansion.
The few of them had already agreed to return to normal life after bidding farewell to Tang Bohu.
It was past noon when the carriage arrived at the mansion.
As soon as Zhou Maoxue and others got off the carriage, they saw three carriages parked in front of the gate of the Tang family mansion, and people were constantly moving things.
The Tang family's housekeeper was standing at the door looking around.
Zhou Maoxue immediately stepped forward and made a nine-one gesture with his fingers, then asked, "Excuse me, is Brother Tang at home now?"
The housekeeper also made a nine-one gesture, and then said happily: "Oh, you are finally back. Our master is not here."
"What do you mean? Someone came back first?"
"Well, several hundred people have replied."
"Where is Brother Tang? What's going on with these people at the door?"
When the topic was brought up, the housekeeper showed a sad look on his face: "Oh, don't mention it. In the past few days, some people came here one after another and found the master and said they wanted to quit Xingsheng Society. The master couldn't bear the blow and decided to disband Xingsheng Society and return to his hometown."
"Well, he was afraid that someone would come looking for him, so he left me here to wait and inform them, in case someone came back and couldn't find him."
The housekeeper said, looking at the workers who were moving things and sighed: "During this period, the master sold the ancestral home for your convenience in the future, but he didn't expect that it would end up like this. The buyer is moving in now, and I will leave in two days."
Zhou Maoxue was shocked: "The Xingsheng Society was disbanded, and the ancestral home was sold! Did he go back to his hometown?"
"yes."
"How can this be..." The four candidates were heartbroken.
Although the matter did not succeed, Brother Tang really wanted to serve everyone wholeheartedly, so how could he end up in such a situation.
"Then where is his hometown? I will go home and send him the money. When Brother Tang receives the money, he will redeem the ancestral home in the future."
The housekeeper had a conflicted expression and sighed again: "Gentlemen... the people who came before also said the same thing, but my master told me not to take your money."
"No! Since you are the steward of the Tang family, how can you be so inflexible? Brother Tang has spent a lot of money on us, and we are just paying him back now. How can you borrow money and not pay it back?"
The butler closed his eyes and nodded, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and showed it to the others: "Well... this is my master's address, just send the money here."
"Hey, what's with this note?" Zhou Maoxue felt something was wrong.
The housekeeper said, "I haven't been back home for a long time, and my memory is not good, so I asked you to write it down. You are all very smart people, you should be able to remember it."
"Thank you for remembering it! Thank you very much, butler. Goodbye!" All the doubts in Zhou Maoxue's mind disappeared, he clasped his fists and turned to go home.
The four candidates left, and the worker who was carrying goods at the door looked at the housekeeper and said loudly.
"Hey, sir! We are moving these broken boxes back and forth in and out of the house. When will we finish moving them?"
The housekeeper turned around and went into the house, glancing at him and said, "Just move it if I tell you to. If you're tired, take a break and move again when you see someone coming!"
In the study, Fang Zheng folded his legs on the table, shaking constantly.
Hold a delicate snack in your hand and chew it slowly.
Sighing at the peaceful times.
The butler rushed in, his expression immediately straightened, and he bowed and saluted: "Sir, another wave has come!"
Fang Zhengyi nodded slightly and said slowly, "Alas... scholars are really immature. I carefully arranged a bunch of scripts for them, but in the end, no one survived more than half a month."
How can we give bonuses to the Jinyiwei at the end of the year when we can’t even hand over much of their salary?
The housekeeper laughed and said, "Sir, you are really good at this. You can cheat hundreds of candidates out of ten thousand taels..."
"This is tuition, be careful with your wording." Fang Zhengyi said dissatisfiedly.
Wang Shuo seemed to have said something.
You have to be careful of the bad people in this world. They are all trying hard to teach you good things so that you can do bad things to them.
Mr. Fang obviously doesn't have this awareness. He thinks from the bottom of his heart that he is doing a good thing.
He took great pains to straighten out a group of scholars who had gone astray, and what was wrong with charging them some labor and tuition fees?
And you can also verify the results of the transformation.
Whoever sends more money has a better conscience...
"Go out and entertain them well. There shouldn't be many people behind us, right?"
"There are not many people left. It will probably only take a day or two. I'll leave now." After the butler said this, he left the study.
Not long after, Li Yuanzhao rushed in hurriedly.
I saw Fang Zheng taking a nap leaning back in his chair.
Without further ado, he picked up the teapot in front of him and poured it all over.
He heaved a long sigh and said, "How can this be, Lao Fang! I am so angry that it hurts!"
Fang Zheng sat up straight and asked, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"Didn't I go to visit the factory? It's the same as yesterday. Once those scholars left and your people dispersed, they stopped performing and turned it back into a black factory." Li Yuanzhao said angrily, "In order to make up for the previous shortfall in working hours and workload, they generally let workers work fourteen or fifteen hours a day. Isn't this pushing people to death? Their life is worse than corvée labor."
Fang Zhengyi sneered: "Don't compare it with corvée labor. The black factory is much more humane than corvée labor."
"We have regulations on corvée labor in Dajing, which stipulates that the maximum number of hours a day is six!" said Li Yuanzhao.
Fang Zheng curled his lips in disdain.
He has always been dismissive of such arguments.
Regulations are regulations, but corvée labor is really torture to death, and there is no room for resistance.
If you are not happy working in the factory, just leave. At worst you can go home and farm.
Corvée labor is different, so what if it is stipulated to be six hours?
In later generations, people often praise Zhu Yuanzhang and say that Zhu Yuanzhang loved his people like his own children.
Even some third-rate historians have produced historical materials to show that there was no tyranny in the Qin Dynasty and that high salaries were paid for building the Great Wall.
This is all bullshit.
Which job recruitment website offers the worst conditions?
Of course, what is said publicly are just nice words, but actually doing it is another matter.
If you fail to achieve the KPI for building the Great Wall set by the First Emperor, you will be punished if Brother Ying, who loves his people like his own children, whips you.
Seeing that Li Yuanzhao was still very angry, Fang Zhengyi decided to comfort him.
"Your Highness, calm down. You need to look at things from multiple angles and learn to look at things dialectically. Working overtime in a black factory is hateful, but it is not without benefits."
"Think about it, if a worker is required to work fourteen or fifteen hours a day, and he persists in doing so, what does that mean?"
Li Yuanzhao frowned: "It means they have good physical strength, it means they are hardworking and can endure hardships, what else can it mean?"
"Wrong, it means that no one in the world works overtime anymore. We have eliminated the overtime system."
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