Chapter 69 Civil Society Sometimes, Mu Xue would feel that she and the people around her...
Sometimes, Mu Xue would feel that she and the followers around her were like an alliance of frustrated people.
From the master to the servant, everyone has some sad stories.
Because of some reasons beyond their control, they were stranded in this remote place together. It was normal for people to complain and feel depressed. She herself had been in the same situation, so she was more tolerant. As long as she could do things roughly and not make things too chaotic, then it would be fine.
These followers each had their own difficulties, some of which were minor problems, but they did take good care of Mu Xue all the way from the capital to Mobei. Now that Mu Xue had come out of the gloomy and rainy mood a little, she finally had the energy to pay attention to the people around her.
If only I could help them a little, she thought.
But Mu Xue couldn't decide what to do. She wasn't good at this. She couldn't just follow the neighborhood committee staff and ask them every day, "What's wrong with you? I'll help you solve it." What would that look like? After all, she was a princess and a master. If she showed such an attitude, it would scare people to death. Besides, she didn't have that much energy.
After thinking about it, she decided to just let it go. If they were willing to do something and show some talent, she would try her best to provide an opportunity, just like the opportunity she gave Yunqi.
Some difficulties can only be overcome by relying on yourself.
In the darkness of night, she took an earthenware bowl, filled it with soil, and carefully transplanted two alfalfa plants into it, preparing to take them back to Mobei to grow.
Rong Er held up a lantern and shone: "Princess, why don't you let me do it, be careful not to get your hands dirty."
"It's okay. Playing with the soil is quite relaxing." Mu Xue raised her eyes and looked at her. "Rong'er, you followed me from the capital to here. Do you feel wronged?"
"Princess, what are you talking about?" Rong'er was a little confused. "I don't think about these things much. It's useless anyway."
"Yeah?"
Rong Er nodded: "Yes, there is no point in thinking about it. After all, the days go by one by one, and everything will be fine after it passes. Are you still worried about the Chief Secretary? I think he should have figured it out, you see."
Muxue looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that the light was still on in Mu Sen's tent in the distance.
"If it were a normal day, the chief historian would be asleep by now. He must be studying hard."
The next day, Mu Sen came to see Mu Xue with two huge dark circles under his eyes.
He brought with him a complete set of written recommendations on how the farmers in Rouge should be disciplined.
The first is to form a community and establish a village agreement. Referring to the baojia system, ten households set up a bao, ten baojias form a bao, and ten baojias form a bao. Each baojia elects a manager to help and restrain each other. At the same time, a counter is set up, and each counter is in charge of a baoshi, which is convenient for collecting rent and managing...
Mu Xue read it carefully, asked some key questions, and nodded, "Very good. This way, even if there are tens of thousands of farmers, it will be easier to manage them."
"The whole rule is roughly like this. The pawnshop under the princess' name can also set up a branch in Yanzhi Land. The farmers have just arrived, and the oxen and farm tools may not be complete. If you want to increase the per-acre yield of the land as soon as possible, you have to prepare it." Mu Sen reminded, "Before, in some disaster-stricken areas in the interior of the country, His Majesty also specially issued an imperial decree, ordering officials to provide calves and farm tools to avoid delaying the farming season. The princess can refer to this precedent."
Mu Xue said: "The Chief Secretary is very confident. He has considered every aspect very carefully."
Mu Sen coughed lightly and said, "It's just a small matter."
"Don't all big things start from small things?" Mu Xue said, "In a few days, Jiang Zhuangtou should be able to lead the newly recruited farmers here. With you here, everything will be arranged properly."
Since the compliment had already been put on, Mu Sen stroked his beard and said, "I will do my best."
Everything on Yanzhi's side was going in an orderly manner, and good news also came from Yangqiyin's side.
Originally, the work was divided. Fan Yuqi was responsible for running around the garrison troops in Guihua City and the sheep traders; Wang Xiangqing went straight to Uliastai halfway. In the past, he was a small trader with no one to rely on and could be stepped on by anyone, but now that he had the princess as his backer, he was finally able to hold his head high.
Before the newly recruited farmers entered the city, they both came to exchange their sheep for about two thousand taels of silver.
Mu Xue took out one thousand taels and asked Nanny Wu to deposit it into her account for future use.
"Are you relieved now, Madam?"
Madam Wu smiled and said, "Not bad, at least you have some money in your hand so you won't panic when things go wrong. But what about the other one thousand taels of silver?"
"I asked Fan Yuqi, Wang Xiangqing and others to go buy some goods."
Now that I'm here, I must exchange some goods to sell back in Mobei.
In the distribution of goods and silver, Mu Xue gave the largest share to Fan Yuqi, about 60%. After all, he had channels to quickly buy silk of "good quality".
Mu Xue originally planned to divide the remaining silver equally among the newly invested small businesses in Guihua City. However, Wang Xiangqing came to her privately to report on the business strategy of the new business Dashengkui.
"I know that the things that this new small business can buy are naturally not comparable to the goods in the hands of Master Fan Wu, so I am thinking, can I choose another way? I will not buy those high-end and expensive things, but buy some things that ordinary herdsmen are willing to buy, focusing on high quality and low price."
Wang Xiangqing smiled and said, "Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps. For a start-up merchant like us, it's good to eat some shrimps."
This concept is similar to some shopping websites that specialize in the mass market in later generations. Mu Xue couldn't help but look at him with admiration: "So you plan to target ordinary herdsmen as your customers?"
"Target customers?" Wang Xiangqing was slightly stunned. "Princess, you are right. This is probably what you mean?"
He said sincerely, "I was born in the countryside, and I don't know the value of those precious silks and teas. I don't know the value of them, and I even made a fool of myself before. So I thought, instead of getting some second-rate and expensive goods, it would be better to import some sturdy and durable twill cloth and some relatively cheap tea bricks. I will sell them exclusively to people of the same background as me on the grassland. There are so many herdsmen, and they also need to buy things."
"But the grassland is vast and sparsely populated, and the herders live in scattered areas. If you want to sell goods to them, you will probably have to work hard." Mu Xue reminded.
"I am not afraid of a little hardship or fatigue." Wang Xiangqing said, "I plan to prepare some more straw sandals and drive the horse-drawn cart with my friends on the grassland. It's just like the peddler walking around the streets, only we are peddlers who walk around everywhere on the grassland."
After hearing this, Mu Xue ordered his men to give two hundred taels of silver to Da Shengkui.
"This idea sounds good. You can try it." She thought for a moment and said, "You can also remember where you are going to sell goods, what kind of people live in what area, how many people there are, and what local customs or interesting things there are. Tell me when you come back from selling goods."
By following the peddlers' trading routes, we can get a more detailed understanding of the distribution of herdsmen in each tribe and banner.
Wang Xiangqing's mind worked very quickly, and he immediately understood: "Please rest assured, my master, I will remember it clearly."
After finishing all these chores one by one, the clothes on my body also changed from spring robes to lighter summer clothes.
On a hot summer day, in the camp, everyone began to count supplies in sweat and prepare to return to Mobei.
It would take more than a month to get there. Calculating the time, if we want to arrive before the snow falls, it’s almost time to start.
In the dining room, Mu Xue put on a specially made white apron, turned around and said to Duo Erji: "Wait for me to make this instant noodle, I guarantee it will be so delicious that you can eat two big bowls."
Dorji leaned against the pillar and looked at her with a smile: "Well, I am so lucky. What can I do to help you?"
"Come over here and beat the eggs and knead the dough."
They intended to make the instant noodles themselves, and only let the chef watch and memorize the steps before frying the noodles in batches, without relying on anyone else.
Mu Xue stared at him kneading the egg noodles. He added more noodles when there was too much water, and added more water when there was too much noodles. It was the first time for both of them to knead the dough, and they finally made a bowl of noodles that was pretty presentable with just the effort.
Muxue rubbed the wet flour on her hands and looked up. She saw that Dorji's handsome face was covered with a lot of flour, and even his eyebrows were a little white. She couldn't help but smile.
Dorji raised his eyebrows, and seeing that she was shaking with laughter, he asked, "Is she so funny?"
"Hahaha, there's flour on your eyebrows."
Muxue smiled, but the next moment, Dorji suddenly grabbed some flour and rubbed it on her cheek.
"This is called husband singing and wife following."
Mu Xue was stunned and casually wanted to put her hand covered with wet flour on his face.
Dorji dodged by leaning to the left. When he really moved, he was as agile as a loach. Muxue still couldn't reach him. She was a little annoyed and called him by his full name: "Dundub Dorji!"
Dorji stood still with a smile, held her hands with his two big hands, and pressed two firm white palm prints on his face.
"Are you happy?"
Mu Xue patted his face lightly and snorted, "I'm going to light the fire soon, stop making trouble."
The earthen stove is used for fire, and the cut noodles are steamed in a steamer first. After being steamed, they are allowed to cool slightly, then put into a colander and fried in a pan. As the noodles become golden and crispy, a fragrance overflows.
Soak the fried instant noodles in boiling water, and throw in a small piece of solidified seasoning oil prepared in advance, and a bowl of fragrant instant noodles is ready.
Dorji took a deep breath of the fragrance and said, "It is indeed fragrant."
He said happily: "That's good, you can have something delicious to eat on the way."
This person was still thinking about the fact that she was a little thinner because of hunger when she came.
Mu Xue's heart softened, and she passed some instant noodles to him: "Try it too."
The instant noodles and seasonings are all ready, and the rest of the luggage has been packed as well.
As the new farmers had many things to deal with, Muxue simply ordered the chief clerk to stay here and report back in the spring of next year.
There were more camels and carts loaded with goods on the way back to the city, all connected with ropes. From a distance, it looked like a caravan.
On an extremely sunny day, Muxue and Dorji led everyone out of Guihua City and headed towards Mobei.
After crossing the Daqing Mountains and driving through the endless green grasslands of the Chi Le Chuan, we suddenly saw a very special team of horse-drawn carts. The horse-drawn cart in the middle was hung with red cloth, and a Mongolian girl was sitting inside, wearing very beautiful clothes.
Muxue reined in her horse, squinted her eyes and looked at the scene for a while, then realized that it was a wedding procession.
"What's wrong?" Dorji also stopped on his horse.
Mu Xue looked around for a while and said, "It's okay. I've never seen a wedding on the grassland. I'm a little curious."
She gently waved the whip, urging the horse forward: "Go."
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