After saying such a long thing, Sun Miaoqing felt a little thirsty. She picked up the tea in front of her and sipped it slowly, waiting for Da Pangju to figure things out.
At the same time, she sighed inwardly, realizing how little she knew. If it weren't for her teachers' persistent and detailed explanations in middle school, she would have been completely ignorant; without Baidu Encyclopedia, she'd be illiterate!
Everything in the universe has its own rules. Every time the iron hooves of the north swept south, slaughtering the Central Plains, it was because of global warming. Places that were originally only suitable for grazing could now be used to grow crops.
Abundant food supplies led to a large population increase, transforming their previous small-scale winter raids and border plundering into large-scale southward migrations.
Therefore, no matter when or in which country, whoever controls their food security controls the lifeline of that country.
After a long silence, the chubby orange tree finally spoke, "It's a good idea, but if we're relying on the milk candy business, it's probably far from enough."
“A courtier advised me that the price of milk candy was too high, and the price of maltose had also risen accordingly.”
“The amount of maltose used daily at Mitangzhai is considerable, and the price of grain is nearly 30% higher than before.”
"If this continues, before we've achieved much success in Mongolia, we won't be able to fill our food gap."
Sugar is a luxury item. Apart from the wealthy and powerful, how many families can afford to eat it whenever they want?
Those officials were practically saying that the upper class was extravagant and corrupt, encroaching on the people's food rations, leading to widespread starvation and a situation where people could be eaten even in a prosperous era.
Sun Miaoqing said, "I never even considered using this. To take control of the entire Mongolia, that little bit of milk is certainly not enough."
"I was referring to wool!"
The chubby orange cat became serious. "Wool?"
Winters in the north are cold and harsh, and wealthy families relied mainly on furs and leathers to get through the winter, in addition to silk and cotton.
They mostly use rabbit and fox fur; sheepskin is only used in Mongolia, and even then, it's only used by ordinary herders. Those Taiji princes and nobles don't even bother with it.
The reason was simply that, although this food was warm, its muttony smell was unbearable. If the Mongols found it so, one can only imagine how much more unpleasant it was for the Manchus and Han Chinese.
If the price is low, ordinary families might grit their teeth and buy it to keep warm.
However, sheep are not cheap, which means that those who can afford sheepskin will not use it, and those who are willing to use it cannot afford it.
Big Fatty Orange thought Sun Miaoqing had come up with some brilliant idea, but it turns out it was just this. It seems he overestimated her.
Thinking of this, Big Orange said listlessly, "This is a difficult matter. Livestock has never been cheap. Mongolia has no shortage of cattle and sheep, but there is no reason to kill sheep just for their hides."
"The people of the Qing Dynasty don't have this habit either. If this is all you can do, you should give up on the idea as soon as possible."
Sun Miaoqing said, "I only want wool, why should I kill a sheep? What did Your Majesty hear?"
"As long as the wool is sheared when the weather is hot, a sheep can produce wool continuously."
"The wool collected was processed by people, and then it was carded into quilts like cotton, or spun into yarn and woven into clothes."
"This way, the people will have something to keep warm. As long as everyone accepts this and we can open up sales channels, wool will be like soft gold!"
"With such a mutually beneficial arrangement, do you still need to worry about those Mongol princes? In a few years, once the herders have tasted the sweetness of success, who would still be willing to follow them in rebellion?"
[When I was in college, I was very serious about everything except studying. Dealing with something as trivial as handling wool (a type of online shopping platform) is no problem for me, but it might be a different story for Fat Orange (another online shopping platform).]
[This wool-selling business can only be run by me. At most, I'll give him a 20% share. Anyway, once he dies, it'll all be my son's!]
He could remain completely indifferent to the fact that a concubine constantly worried about his death. Big Fat Orange felt he was truly the best husband in the world.
He glanced helplessly at Sun Miaoqing, who was rolling her eyes and looking smug.
Big Fat Orange thought resentfully, like an ordinary, helpless man who had been wronged but could not retaliate and could only sulk in silence.
Let the fairy be happy again. How can such a large family fortune be given to only one son?
Although he did indeed love Hongzhou the most, Hongzhou's health was improving and he was becoming more intelligent, so passing the throne to him wouldn't be a problem.
But the other princes and princesses weren't wild children without their fathers either. Even if we don't treat them all equally, we can't treat them completely without giving them anything.
Anyway, most of it belongs to Hongzhou. That's fine. The kid is magnanimous and probably won't hold grudges against his own brother over these things.
Fortunately, Hongzhou was unaware of Da Pangju's plans, otherwise he would have asked if there was some misunderstanding about him.
The chubby orange said, "This matter is extraordinary, as it concerns national policy. I need to discuss it with my ministers and assign a special person to take charge."
"Of course, your managers will also have to work hard in the actual implementation. But when it comes to the profit sharing, I want 80%!"
Sun Miaoqing's eyes widened in disbelief; she never expected that the chubby orange would make such an outrageous request.
"You want 70%? You might as well just take my life!"
【How thick-skinned do you have to be to say something like that, you fat cat!】
Sun Miaoqing cursed the fat orange in her heart again and again. If her eyes could turn into swords, she would have already executed the person in front of her by a thousand cuts.
As long as Sun Miaoqing is unhappy, Big Fatty Orange feels extremely pleased. What does a concubine need so much money for? Just like she said, in the end, it all goes to the children, doesn't it?
Big Fat Orange said, "There's nowhere in the palace to spend money, so you can't spend it anyway. Didn't we just say that money is only money when it's circulating? If it's just sitting in the storeroom, it's nothing?"
“I have many places where I need money, and these wool businesses are related to the grand plan of controlling the Mongols, unlike the previous small-scale operations.”
"Although the business of milk candy and cosmetics was very profitable, it did not involve politics, so I can let you do it."
"This matter concerns the nation's future; we cannot allow you to act recklessly!"
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