Song Liyun showed Zhao Tingduo and Wan Youyou her income in Suijin Town.
Ten thousand taels of silver!
Zhao Tingduo was happy for her.
The tribe's good income this year was inseparable from Song Liyun's hard work, but the huge expenses left little money.
This is just the beginning. Once Mida City is completed, it will be a treasure trove.
Wan Youyou stared wide-eyed.
She was a good granddaughter in front of the Minister of Rites. The clothes and jewelry she wore when she went out to show off were purchased from public funds, but she didn't have much silver on her.
Even her mother only received three taels of silver a month, and they had to be very frugal to afford medicine.
Now that she sees that the young mistress has a fortune of ten thousand taels, she admires her from the bottom of her heart.
With their ability to earn money, what right do those noble ladies like Tang Qingyuan have to look down on women from military households?
Faced with Song Liyun, who was only two years older than her but had the ability to earn ten thousand taels of silver a year, Wan Youyou felt a sense of challenge.
She was a talented woman who had been taught by famous teachers in the capital. How could she lose to a military household girl who could only write simple characters?
Especially knowing that most of this silver came from Song Liyun's collaboration with others to refine tribal furs and wool.
She asked for Song Liyun's windmill design drawings and studied them day and night.
Wan Youyou wanted to prove to others that she was no worse than anyone else.
Song Liyun has always encouraged and supported healthy competition, and she is not afraid that Wan Youyou will surpass her.
Wan Youyou is very intelligent, quick to learn, and has a natural talent for mechanics.
Song Liyun not only gave Wan Youyou a complete set of windmill mechanical diagrams, but also information on spinning wheels, as well as basic mechanics knowledge.
Those endlessly changing gears and shafts instantly captivated Miss Wan.
Song Liyun's silver ledger contained ten thousand, but no cash had been returned.
She has already invested it all out; Han Ming and Manager Mu should take care of things properly.
She bought two mountains and a manor in Qili County, using Yun Niangzi's account.
With two mountains, there's no shortage of timber, so she added a cardboard box factory and a feed factory in the mountains, which will be her main industries in the future.
The Bahraini tribe is building a dairy farm, and the feed will be supplied by the village of Little Stone.
Although the journey takes two days and seems quite far, the purchase in Xiaoshi Village is free.
In this era, human labor was the least valuable resource, mainly used for continuous transportation by oxcarts.
Song Dequan had long since taken control of the labor market. He was an official in Qingping Town with high credibility and could hire people at will.
Luo Baihu also had his eye on the transportation route, but what he wanted was the route from Suijin Town to Kara Mountain.
Song Liyun suspected that this was the same thing Zhao Tinglei meant when he said he was going to station troops in the Mida River Valley in Hecheng.
In this way, the Zhenbei Army had rest stations and logistical supplies, and large-scale infantry could also enter the grasslands.
From Hecheng to Mida River Valley.
From Broken Gold Town to Kara Mountain.
With troops stationed on both sides, a large area of the vast Dilu grasslands was within the Zhenbei Army's cavalry range.
The border line of Yunzhou, which is adjacent to this grassland, can guarantee security.
Song Liyun did not agree for the time being; this matter still needed to be discussed by Zhao Tinglei, Madam Ya, and Zhao Tingduo.
The prefabricated houses that Lin Qingyuan brought were set up, and the carpet workshop and the spinning workshop used spacious and bright rooms for the first time.
The children had yurts for studying, with stoves inside and sand trays prepared for them to practice calligraphy.
For the first time, the sound of children reading aloud rang out in the tribe.
Spurred by hope, everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, working busily despite the cold, no longer having the 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, with two-meter-long blades.
In the spring breeze, the wooden blades slowly turn, driving the internal wooden bearing gears.
The power is transmitted into the wooden house below through gears of varying sizes and heights.
The millstone spun rapidly, scattering white barley flour, and cheers resounded throughout the village.
Elder Shan looked at the millstone that turned automatically without anyone pushing or pulling it, and laughed loudly, his beard trembling: "This is the power of the gods!"
In just two months, Wan Youyou had lost all trace of her former noblewoman status in the capital.
Her head was covered with small braids adorned with red and green agate beads, her cheeks were rosy, and she ran around with a charcoal pencil in her mouth, occasionally standing with her hands on her hips and shouting at the craftsmen on the windmill and the tribesmen carrying wood below.
Beneath the windmill, besides the millstone, there is a spinning wheel being assembled.
This was the scene that Song Liyun and Zhao Tingduo saw when they returned from the Mudan tribe.
"They're all noble ladies from the capital, so why is there such a big difference between them!"
Looking at Wan Youyou, who had been ordering everyone around and making them look disheveled, Song Liyun sighed.
Zhao Tingduo remained unmoved: "One became a superior person through his own abilities, while the other couldn't even be a decent person. Who can they blame!"
"Let's go, tell Mother that it's time to send some news to Granny Xu!"
The two rode their horses toward Lady Uya's tent.
Yesterday, the Mudan tribe sent word that Jiang Wanru, the maidservant bestowed upon Wuchao by Wuda, had died.
In the dead of winter, a maid died and that was that.
However, this maid was a gift from the Uda tribe, not an ordinary slave, and needed to be reported to the patriarch tribe.
Lady Wuya once said that although Tang Qingluan and the others were given away as gifts, they would not be left unattended. Now that news of their deaths has come, Song Liyun and Zhao Tingduo have gone to investigate the cause themselves.
This was Song Liyun's first time visiting the Mudan tribe.
Although the two places are only a few dozen miles apart, she has never been there, for a simple reason.
The Mudan tribe is a true Di tribe, unlike the Wuda tribe, which has been assimilated by the Zhenbei Army.
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