"Crackling—"

On the bank of the Yongding River near Huangcun, in a burst of festive firecrackers, the first flour mill in Daming was established.

The people in charge of cutting the ribbon were Mrs. Song and Zhu Shun, and all the people from the Textile Association were present and came to watch the ceremony.

After the ribbon-cutting, Mrs. Song, Zhu Shun, Cao Wenyao and others went to the main room of the Song Flour Mill to discuss some things, and the rest of the Textile Association went to visit the steam mill.

There are a total of five state cities and 22 county seats, and 27 flour mills need to be established.

The cost of one flour mill is as high as 600 taels of silver, and the cost of 27 flour mills is 16,200 taels of silver, not counting the monthly wages of the workers.

The old lady Song herself said that she didn't have so much cash in her hands, and she was going to sell the Song Weaving Factory to Cao Wenyao at a price of 10,000 taels.

Zhu Shun knew that Cao Wenyao did not know the value of the Song Weaving Factory, after all, the Beiping Machinery Bureau currently only sells semi-metal spinning machines and second-generation steam engines, and the flying shuttle loom has not yet been included in the list due to patent issues.

Without waiting for Cao Wenyao to speak, Zhu Shun took the initiative to speak for the Song family: "The Song Weaving Factory currently has 1,000 flying shuttle looms, which can produce about 200,000 pieces of Shuntian cloth every month. ”

"Old lady Song is benevolent and righteous, and has lowered the price of a large amount of Shuntian cloth equivalent to two horses to two dollars of silver, even if the price is so low, the Song Weaving Factory can earn about seven or eight thousand taels of silver every month."

Speaking of this, Zhu Shun paused, a little confused in his heart, and waited for another month or two to have cash.

Why do you have to sell the general Song Weaving Factory of the Mint Bureau to the Cao family, or use the price of 10,000 taels for nothing, with the real value of the Song Weaving Factory, there are also people who rush to sell 200,000 taels of silver.

Old lady Song only said one sentence, and both Zhu Shun and Cao Wenyao understood his thoughts: "Seven or eight thousand taels of silver a month, how many Liaodong border troops can Cao Wenzhao raise." ”

Cao Wenyao didn't answer this question, struggled to get up from the wheelchair that Zhu Shun had built for him, stroked the carved coffee table next to him, and solemnly gestured.

I couldn't get up for a long time.

Old lady Song walked over, personally helped him up, and scolded with a smile: "Your kid is calm and calm, but sometimes he is too embarrassed, the old man is not for you." ”

"In the future, Cao Wenzhao's kid will kill at least a hundred every year... Oh no.... Fifty slaves, otherwise, be careful that the old man knocks him on the head with a cane. ”

Cao Wenyao sat back in the wheelchair and tepidly stretched out eight fingers: "At least eight hundred." ”

His tepid, but it made the son of Xing'an, who came over like a fart, frightened to watch.

The entire Liaodong Army may not be able to kill 800, Cao Wenzhao is a general soldier, or a general soldier who has been demoted to a pawn, where did he get so much confidence to kill 800 Jiannu a year.

That's a full 800 kennu.

However, thinking that he is Cao Wenzhao, the first warrior of the Ming Dynasty that the young people of the Ming Dynasty admire the most, the prince of Xing'an Bo believed it, and he still had some small expectations, looking forward to the good news of Cao Wenzhao coming from the border pass in eastern Liaodong.

At this time, a strong housekeeper walked in with a smoothbore gun on his back and said respectfully: "Master, a group of housekeepers have come outside, and it seems that they are the nearby squires." ”

Xing'an Bo Gongzi hehe, said a word and handed it over to Ben Gongzi, walked outside and waved his hand, and rushed out with a group of evil servants.

Zhu Shun looked at the arrogant back of the son of Xing'an Bo, his calm face, and a rare seriousness: "The fact that potatoes and sweet potatoes can make everyone in the Ming Dynasty eat is actually in my plan. ”

"If Xu Shangshu hadn't spoken, this matter would have to be delayed a little further, after all, this matter involves the interests of all the bureaucrats and gentry in the world."

"Before our strength is completely strengthened, daring to promote potatoes or sweet potatoes is looking for death."

"So the days ahead may be more difficult, but fortunately, through the Beiping Firearms Bureau, a few noble sons have been tied."

"Later, Second Brother Cao also joined us and brought a group of generals with the ambition to serve the country, which reassured me a lot."

Cao Wenyao suddenly laughed and put down the "Li Weigong Asks Right" in his hand: "I have also learned a lot about Mr. Zhu during this time. ”

"Mr. Zhu's real hole cards are probably not the sons of Xungui and the seed brothers."

"Mr. Zhu still has a big Buddha left in his hand, and with this big Buddha in charge, potatoes can be promoted throughout Beizhili."

Zhu Shun also smiled, quite a moment of brightness: "Those who know me, Brother Wenyao is also." ”

The old lady Song was the second monk who was puzzled, watching the two of them talk and laugh happily with a thousand cups of wine and confidants.

As Zhu Shun expected, the Donglin Party was sure that Zhu Shun did not have the ability to be a god, and turned the auxiliary food into the staple food, or the lion and the rabbit also began to lay out with all their might.

Be sure to beat Zhu Shun to death with a stick, lest this disaster star run out again and make waves.

For the first time, Liu Hanru took the chicken feathers given to him by Gu Shilang during this time, and visited all the squires of Shuntianfu one by one, and forbade the mill to be used by the West French party.

The second hand is to find some blue-handed lamas to bluff and harass the spinning women who work in spinning mills and textile factories.

This is also Liu Hanru's cleverness, directly harassing the spinning mill and the textile factory, the green hand lamas will definitely be beaten up by the seed brother, and they dare not speak up.

Harassing these textile women is different, the place where they live is different, you go here, I go there, you can't match every textile woman with a group of seed brothers.

As long as these spinning women don't go to work, Zhu Shun's factory will still stop production, completely cutting off Zhu Shun's roots.

Beijing, West Tile Factory.

Liu Hanru came to the West Tile Factory and went to find the head of the West Tile Factory, but it was not that he knew this nest family who specialized in selling stolen goods.

But because this is one of the places where private prostitutes gather in the capital, Liu Hanru and his colleagues have been here many times.

A dilapidated alley lined with dilapidated houses with blue bricks and black tiles.

From time to time, you can meet a jujube tree or an elm tree at the door, and under the tree sit a few old men wearing patches and plackets.

There were also some children who were also wearing patches and plackets, running around in the sewage-filled alleyways.

The place where the private prostitutes gathered in the West Tile Factory was beaten behind the scenes, and the tidying was quite neat, but I didn't expect it to become this tattered look across an alley.

Liu Hanru covered his nose and walked over, and just when he couldn't stand it anymore, he finally saw one of the most powerful leaders in the capital.

Tsunatou was still standing in the flat courtyard, waving the snowflake-patterned sword, bringing up a knife light.

Gangtou saw that someone was coming, put the knife into the sheath, and wiped the sweat on his head with a sweat towel: "Liu Langzhong is looking for something." ”

Before Liu Hanru came over, he didn't believe that this outline was so powerful that he could command the green hands of Shuntianfu Sancheng to bluff, but when he heard this sentence Liu Langzhong, he believed it.

The two met for the first time, and before coming over, Liu Hanru, including the introducer, did not mention his identity: "One thing, let the spinning and textile workshops by the Yongding River all close." ”

Tsunatou frowned: "Old lady Song's weaving workshop? ”

Liu Hanru smiled, cooperating with smart people will make people feel happy: "Yes, it's exactly ........"

Before he finished speaking, Tsunatou waved his hand: "Send off." ”

The smile on Liu Hanru's face disappeared instantly, and he looked at Gangtou lightly: "You have to think about it, who will you offend if you refuse this matter." ”

Tsunade put the sweat towel on his shoulder, took off the placket, lifted the wooden bucket next to the bluestone old well, and poured a bucket of water on his body.

More than two dozen strong men immediately surrounded him, looked at Liu Hanru with fierce eyes, and clenched their fists.

Liu Hanru glanced at the head of the gang lightly, did not continue to speak, and left here to find a proprietor who was in the business.

A middle-aged man dressed as a bookkeeper walked out of the room: "Why is this?" ”

Tsunade wrung out the water droplets on the sweat towel, wiped his face and said, "It's good that we are wicked people, but we must also have a bottom line." ”

"The famine of the year before last, the drought of last year, how many people the Song family saved, you know in your heart."

"Don't say anything else, let's just say that the green hands in the counties are bluffing, who has never drunk the hot porridge of the Song family's porridge shed, no matter how bad their character is, they will not take revenge to deal with the old lady Song."

"Don't talk about others, just talk about you, you weren't in Shuntianfu when there was a famine, if it weren't for the Song family, you would still be able to see your mother?"

The account room looked at the back of Liu Hanru leaving freely, as if he saw the clown jumping off the beam: "That's right, no matter how bad I am, I am so bad that I am often cursed with pus on the top of my head and sores on the soles of my feet, and I will not hurt Mrs. Song." ”

"To tell the truth, if you really dared to agree just now, I would stab you to death first and repay the great kindness of Old Lady Song."

"And then committed suicide and returned the righteousness of our brothers."

Tsunade pulled out the snowflake pattern sword and continued to practice the knife without speaking.

The similar scene appeared three times in front of Liu Hanru one after another, whether it was the gang head who sold the stolen goods, or the owner of the business, and even the most inhuman bluff leader.

I heard that I want to deal with Mrs. Song, and I only have one sentence, send off guests.

However, there is a difference that Gangtou and the owner of the bank know some etiquette, and they don't do anything to Liu Hanru.

The very wild leader of the bluff was not so good-tempered, and before Liu Hanru could get out of the alley, he was covered with a sack and beaten severely.

This is still because Liu Hanru is standing behind the Donglin Party, otherwise even if he is Zhengwupinlangzhong, it is not as simple as beating him, but throwing him directly into the Yongding River.

A few days later, a grotesque phenomenon appeared near the Yongding River, and the green hands who usually ran rampant in the township bluffed and spontaneously walked to the workshop of the Song family and the Zhu family.

They didn't make trouble, so they squatted not far away and waited for the spinning women to finish work, and at first the spinning women were not lightly frightened, and called the family members in the weaving factory.

These blue-handed lamas just followed from a distance, following the spinning women who had no family to protect them, and when they returned home safely, they took the initiative to leave.

After a long time, the spinning women also understood that the blue-handed lamas had no malicious intentions, and they protected them for half a month in a row, and they were really embarrassed.

He even took the initiative to invite the green hand bluffs to eat at home, there was no good food or food, at least they could eat enough.

Many blue-handed lamas were bluffing and eating, and tears were falling.

It was the first time they experienced what it was like to be respected.

It's warm.

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