Chapter Fifty-Seven: A Dragon Farm Stay
Money is indeed a mundane thing, but the power of this mundane thing is even a hundred times stronger than the power of the atomic bomb. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
If you want to get rich quickly and legally, business is definitely the only way to get the fastest money, but if these antiques in ancient times saw a noble going into business, they would definitely spit on this shameless noble to death.
If you want to make money as a nobleman, the easiest way is to take bribes.
But Wen is just a nominal lord, and he has no real power at all, so this opportunity to make a fortune is completely out of his turn.
The most decent way to make money, in addition to corruption and bribery, is only the output of the field.
If something grows in a field can be sold for a large price, it will never be despised, but it will be an honor.
It's a pity that the grain crop, the dynasty is now implementing the government pricing system, a pound of wheat and three pennies, and the child is not deceived.
The fate of wantonly raising grain prices is to be escorted to the West Market to be beheaded, beheaded, or hanged, depending on the preferences of the prison officials.
Obviously, there is a shortage of food, and there is no food at all, but the price is controlled to the death.
Counting on this output in the field, maybe the construction of the Qiankun Bagua Array will be completed after a thousand years, and he has been buried hundreds of times in the loess for such a long time, so what's the use of building this thing.
Giving money to the villagers is a last resort and a temptation.
Wen Ke does not want the villagers to continue to grow wheat crops for thousands of years.
At present, the yield per mu of wheat is only a pitiful little more than a load, and after deducting taxes and various expenses per acre, in the end it is not even 300 yuan, which is simply losing money and making money, and it is a complete waste of human resources.
Using money to corrupt people's hearts is a bit unauthentic, but it is much better than shouting empty slogans.
If you dare to write on the wall of the village: If you want to be rich, you must first build roads, have fewer children, and plant more trees.
Wen believed that he would not be drowned in the Yellow River until the next day.
Even if the villagers don't dare to kill themselves, Zhao Lao Er will definitely kill themselves.
Now the population of the Manchu Song Dynasty is less than 30 million, and there is a barren land everywhere, Zhao Lao Er can't wait for his people to be like pigs, born in litters by litter, and it is best to give birth to twins every time.
Even with the use of money as a nuclear weapon, it is not possible to change conventional wisdom overnight.
The villagers should plant what they should plant, and they should fertilize what they should fertilize.
For Wen's resolution to rebuild the vegetable greenhouse, he ignored it.
Wen stood on the ground, looked at the hard-working villagers, sighed depressedly, and cursed loudly: "A group of foolish people, they are ready to regret it!" ā
"Sir, what should we do then?" Seeing this, Zheng He turned on the rage mode again, and asked cautiously.
"What to do? We continue to build our greenhouses, and we have fish fry, lotus root seeds, chickens, ducks, piglets, and all these things have to keep up. Especially to inform the nine craftsmen that the brick kiln should be built immediately, and the matter of the waterwheel on the Yellow River should also be followed up, so many things to do, sir, I have time to deal with a group of foolish people. Wen commanded one by one.
"Sir, aren't those nine craftsmen the royal belt? Is it appropriate for you to be a craftsman like this? Zheng Zhutou reminded. Using the emperor's personal guards as craftsmen is completely the rhythm of death.
Wen Wu replied: "Sir, the person I applied for is a craftsman, and besides, have these craftsmen told their identities?" I didn't say it, since I pretended to be stupid, I went to work honestly, and I still wanted to eat white food every day. ā
"Sir, that craftsman said that the Yellow River will put up a waterwheel, and there is no way to achieve it." Zheng He said.
Wen frowned and said, "What is the reason?" ā
"It is said that the flow of the Yellow River is too large, and the current iron-clad leather bearings are difficult to withstand the impact of the water flow, and they will inevitably break during the flood season." Zheng He replied cautiously while contemplating.
The technical process is not up to standard, there are no steel bearings, and the wood is wrapped in iron, which can not cope with the impact of the surging Yellow River water at all, Wen sighed and said: "You are really stupid, you can, you will not think of other ways, such as digging a canal first and then erecting a waterwheel, diverting the Yellow River water as a power, and thousands of mud ponds must be circulated with live water." ā
Now the mud pond is because of the lack of injection of living water, for a long time, weeds and rotten leaves, domestic garbage and even feces accumulate, mosquitoes and flies will breed in summer, only by constantly injecting live water can this happen.
What's more, if you want to use these mud ponds to raise fish, if there is no live water to inject them, the fish will die due to lack of oxygen.
In later generations, fish farming was assisted by an aerator to prevent the pond from being hypoxic and the water source from deteriorating.
Now there is no such condition, and the water can only be injected with water trucks to continuously invigorate the water. Injecting water from the upper reaches of the Yellow River in Guanlou Village, circling thousands of mud ponds in Guanlou Village for a week, and then flowing out of the lower reaches of the Yellow River, is a huge recycling project.
This ensures that the water source in the pond is always organic and that the fish are not starved of oxygen.
The Yellow River carp of later generations belongs to the state banquet-level delicacy, the meat is delicate, delicious and delicious, rich in a variety of trace elements, it is simply the ginseng in the river.
In ancient times, in an environment where eating fish was rewarded by God, raising fish was the only choice to make a fortune, and more importantly, it was also an output in the field.
When the fishermen can only catch a few fish in a day, Guanlou Village can catch thousands of catties in one net.
Zheng He said with a smile: "You are still wise, sir, those craftsmen are all brainless." ā
"But sir, your way of spending money is really bold, I'm afraid our money will bottom out again." Zheng Zhutou sighed helplessly.
For Wen's way of spending money as a loser, he has seen it all the way from Yan Shen, and the speed at which Wen makes money is incomparable, but the speed at which he spends money is faster than the speed at which he makes money, which is simply a model of Yin eating food.
This is all caused by the credit card of later generations, Wen always lives in debt, has developed a habit, sighed slightly and said: "Isn't there a God of Wealth who plans to give me a share?" ā
The future is a world of credit, where financing can be done everywhere, and there are even angel ventures, but now it is too difficult to find an institution to inject capital, except for black-hearted loan sharks, there is no financial institution with a long-term vision.
"Sir, what you are doing is too unreliable, for thousands of years, who has ever seen a house covered on a field, can the seedlings grow without rain, dew and sunshine? Tell me, who dares to lend you money, and what if it all ends up in vain! Zheng Zhutou still wants to admonish again, and he can't waste money like this.
I sighed in my heart: a group of unseen antiques!
"Do you know what capital operation is? Do you know what venture capital is? Do you know what love relativity is? You know what it means to be ........." heard the chattering analogy, and directly called everyone present stupid.
"Look at it, you don't understand anything, and you still want to try to educate me, where do you get your self-confidence?" Wen shook his head and sighed.
Zheng Zhutou felt the power of knowledge from Wen's words, and he didn't understand any of these things that Wen said, in short, it seemed to be very profound knowledge. It is knowledge that must be respected, which is the consistent fine style of the ancients, and the greatest awe of knowledge, from the ministers to the people.
"Do you know all these profound knowledge, sir?" Zheng Zhutou smashed his mouth and said enviously.
Wen shook his head and sighed lightly: "I don't understand, sir, when I studied with all the immortal masters, I only cared about spending the moon with the beautiful little lady, all kinds of fairy arts, all turned into paper kites of love and entered the happy paradise." ā
"Sir.......... "Why don't you die!" This sentence was almost blurted out by Zheng Zhutou. The relationship finally lasted for a long time, and I didn't understand this damn smell, I was just fooling.
"Lao Zheng, what kind of expression do you have, even if I don't understand anything, sir, I am much better than you. At least sir, I know what a farm stay is. Seeing that Zheng Zhutou's expression seemed to be mocking, Wen was furious.