Chapter 448 Jiang Wanru's Death
Song Liyun showed her income in Suijin Town to Zhao Tingduo and Wan Youyou.
Ten thousand taels of silver!
Zhao Tingduo was happy for her.
The tribe had a good income this year, which was inseparable from Song Liyun's efforts, but the huge expenses meant there wasn't much left.
This is just the beginning. Once Mida City is completed, it will be a treasure trove.
Wan Youyou stared with wide eyes.
She was a good granddaughter in the eyes of the Minister of Rites. The clothes and jewelry she wore when she went out to show off were bought from the government, but she did not have much silver on her.
Including her mother, the monthly allowance was only three taels of silver, and they had to scrimp and save to have enough money to buy medicine.
Now that she sees that the young lady has a fortune of ten thousand taels, she admires her from the bottom of her heart.
Just based on their ability to earn money, what qualifications do noble ladies like Tang Qingyuan have to look down on military women?
Faced with Song Liyun, who is only two years older than him but has the ability to earn ten thousand taels of silver a year, Wan Youyou feels a sense of challenge.
I am a talented girl who has been taught by a famous teacher in the capital. How could I lose to a military girl who can only write a few simple words?
Especially knowing that most of this silver was earned by Song Liyun through cooperation with others to process the tribe's furs and wool.
She wanted to get Song Liyun's windmill design and study it day and night.
Wan Youyou wants to prove to others that she is no worse than others.
Song Liyun has always encouraged and supported healthy competition, and she is not afraid that Wan Youyou will surpass her.
Wan Youyou is very smart, good at learning, and has a natural talent for mechanics.
Song Liyun not only gave Wan Youyou a complete set of windmill mechanical drawings, but also information on Jenny's spinning wheel drawings, as well as basic mechanics knowledge.
Those endlessly changing gears and shafts instantly fascinated Miss Wan.
There was 10,000 yuan in Song Liyun's silver account book, but no cash was returned.
She has already invested all of it, and Han Ming and Manager Mu should get things done.
She bought two mountains and a farm in Qili County, using Yun Niangzi's account.
With two mountains, there is no need to worry about wood, so she added a cardboard box factory and a feed factory in the mountains. This is also the industry she wants to focus on in the future.
The Balin tribe wants to build a dairy farm, and the fodder will be supplied by Xiaoshi Village.
Although the journey takes two days and seems a bit far, the purchase in Xiaoshi Village is free.
In this era, labor was the least valuable and was nothing more than a constant supply of goods transported by ox carts.
Song Dequan had already taken over the labor market. He was an official in Qingping Town and had a high reputation, so he could recruit people at will.
Captain Luo also took a fancy to this transportation route, but he wanted to go from Suijin Town to Kala Mountain.
Song Liyun suspected that this was the same as what Zhao Tinglei meant when he said in Hecheng that he would station troops in the Mida River Valley.
In this way, the Zhenbei Army had a rest station and logistical supplies, and large-scale infantry could also enter the grassland.
Hecheng to Mida Valley.
From Suijin Town to Kara Mountain.
There were garrisons on both sides, and a large area of the vast Dilu grassland was within the range of the Zhenbei Army.
The Yunzhou border adjacent to this grassland can ensure safety.
Song Liyun did not agree for the time being, and Zhao Tinglei had to discuss this matter with Madam Ya and Zhao Tingduo.
The wooden houses that Lin Qingyuan brought were built, and the carpet workshop and spinning workshop used spacious and bright rooms for the first time.
The children had their own felt tents for studying, which had a stove and a sandbox for practicing calligraphy.
For the first time, the sound of reading aloud was heard in the tribe.
Stimulated by hope, everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They were busy in the cold and no longer had time to hibernate as before.
Two months later, the first windmill was erected on the hillside of the tribe.
Without a large crane, the windmill is only fifteen meters high and the blades are two meters.
In the strong spring wind, the wooden blades slowly turn, driving the internal wooden bearing gears.
The power is transmitted to the wooden house below through gears of different sizes and heights.
The stone plate in the mill was spinning rapidly, scattering white barley flour, and the tribe was filled with cheers.
Elder Shan looked at the millstone that rotated automatically without anyone pushing or pulling it, shook his beard and laughed at the sky: "This is the power of the gods!"
In two months, there was no trace of Wan Youyou as a noble lady from the capital.
Her hair was covered with small braids strung with red and green agates, her face was rosy, and she ran around with a charcoal pencil in her mouth, occasionally putting her hands on her hips and shouting at the craftsmen on the windmill and the tribesmen carrying wood below.
Under the windmill, in addition to the millstone, there is also a spinning wheel being assembled.
This was the scene Song Liyun and Zhao Tingduo saw when they returned from the Mudan tribe.
"They are both noble ladies from the capital, how can there be such a big difference?"
Looking at Wan Youyou who was ordering everyone around and making them look miserable, Song Liyun sighed.
Zhao Tingduo remained calm: "One is a leader by his own ability, and the other is not even a leader. Who can I blame?
Let's go and tell Auntie that it's time to send some news out from Auntie Xu!"
The two men rode towards Lady Uya's tent.
Yesterday, the Mudan tribe sent a message that Jiang Wanru, the maidservant from the Wu Dynasty who was rewarded by Wu Da, had died.
In the cold winter, a maid died.
But this maid was sent by the Wuda tribe, not an ordinary slave, and needed to be reported to the overlord tribe.
Madam Wu Ya once said that even if Tang Qingluan and the others were given the reward to others, they would not leave it alone. Now that the news of her death came, Song Liyun and Zhao Tingduo went there in person to investigate the cause.
This was Song Liyun's first visit to the Mudan tribe.
Although the two places are only a few dozen miles apart, she has never been there. The reason is very simple.
The Mudan tribe is a real Di tribe, different from the Wuda tribe that has assimilated with the Zhenbei Army.
The two tribes are only dozens of miles apart, but it seems like they are separated by several worlds.
Here Song Liyun saw slaves curled up in the cowshed with cowhide ropes tied around their ankles.
She had only heard Zhao Tingduo talk about slaves and then the brand on Xiao Shitou's face.
I just thought that I had seen the chaos of the end of the world and could accept the product of slavery.
But seeing the most primitive living conditions with my own eyes still makes my teeth shiver.
No wonder Zhao Tingduo didn't want her to go to other tribes.
Jiang Wanru's body was still lying in the yurt where she lived.
Song Liyun didn't walk over, but just took a look from a distance.
Jiang Wanru committed suicide by hanging, and her death looked ugly.
On the wooden couch covered with a sheepskin mattress, there were piles of clothes from several Wu Dynasty women. The silk was torn into strips, and broken hairpins and jewelry were scattered on the ground.
Jiang Wanru did all of that herself.
Song Liyun took a look at the scene and nodded to Shi Tou who followed her. Shi Tou immediately began to communicate fluently in the Di language with the people from the nearby Mudan tribe.
The maid who was in charge of taking care of Jiang Wanru had several bloodstains of varying depths on her face, some of which were dry scars, while others were still fresh wounds.
The woman trembled and said, "Your Excellency Madam Wuda, I diligently serve Madam Wanru every day, but Madam Wanru refuses to eat meat or drink milk tea. She only wants to eat live vegetables and fresh fruits."
The maids of the Mudan tribe did not know what live vegetables and fresh fruits were, so they could only find chive sauce and sand onion sauce made in the summer, trying to satisfy the appetite of the new woman from the Wu Dynasty.
However, when Jiang Wanru saw the bowl of chive sauce that had been pickled into a dark brown paste by salt, she immediately flew into a rage, shouting and crying.
Not only did he get the sauce all over the girl, but he also scratched her face.
The maid cried out of grievance.
She was not a servant, but was called by the leader to take care of Jiang Wanru just because she could speak a few words of Wu Chao dialect, so that the family could get an extra bowl of barley noodles every day.
She originally thought that Jiang Wanru, who looked like a flower, would be easy to get along with, but what she didn't expect was that this woman despised everything she touched, saying that everything was dirty and demanding that she wash it with ice water every day.
In the past two months, not only has her wound never healed, but the Mudan tribe has also been in great trouble.
After sleeping with Jiang Wanru once, the leader of Mudan no longer approached her and only found clothes and jewelry from Wu Chao to comfort her.
Two months passed, and everyone was tired, even the self-righteous Jiang Wanru was tired!
Song Liyun thought coldly: This is good! Jiang Wanru doesn't have to suffer anymore.
(End of this chapter)
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