Song Fusheng is about to step on the thousand-step bridge again.

Who said that civilians can't step on the official bridge.

"Stop, where?"

Song Fusheng showed the patrol soldiers the special pass sign made by the household department.

Just as the patrol checked the sign and examined Song Fusheng, one of the patrolmen glanced at his companion.

His companion was also looking at Xiaohong suspiciously.

This horse looks a little familiar.

Can this man afford to ride this horse?

Such a good horse, how can the saddle on the body be so shabby.

Xiaohong: Cut, snort hot air.

Men, what kind of dress you look at, it depends on whether you are a man inside, and whether you can take care of things is over.

"You can't go in this horse, it's a stable, and you'll get it when you leave."

"That's troublesome," Song Fusheng touched Xiaohong's head, hinting not to be cool, and never bullying other horses for a while, he couldn't cover it.

Then he handed the horse leash to the patrolman.

Then he sorted out his clothes and strode up the thousand-step bridge.

In the office of Lord Tobe, Lord Mao was not there.

I can't ask where I went, so the big official is not here at this time, and he must be going to do something more important than him.

It was Lord Mao's secretary who sent him out last time, and Lord Wei personally received Song Fusheng.

And much more enthusiastic than last time.

Can you not be enthusiastic?

Lord Wei has already heard of it, and the milk tofu and black riba buns have been handed over layer by layer, from Lord Mao, Lord Shangshu to the Prime Minister.

It is said that several people have been found to try it.

Just that milk tofu, eat a small piece, and it really has the effect of eating steamed buns for one person.

The black riba bag is even more amazing, Song Fusheng left more than half of the last time to find four people to try it, after eating it is full of surprise, really not hungry, not to believe in evil can't do it.

Actually, Master Wei wanted to say that he was not hungry after eating that day, he was just hungry, and he felt as if he wanted to eat something fragrant. Including him taking a few colleagues and being asked by Master Mao on the second day, he also told the truth, that is, he was gluttonous and too unpalatable, but he was really not hungry.

No, as soon as the test effect came out, it was handed over layer by layer.

Lord Mao to Lord Shangshu, Lord Shangshu to Prime Minister.

It is rumored that the prime minister said: "This food can solve the food delivery team." ”

Yes, hundreds of thousands of people have to transport grain and grass, and they also have to eat.

Some food delivery teams eat all the way and deliver all the way, and cooking rice on the road will delay the delivery, not to mention, less than half of the food delivery is left in the place.

If only they could carry a few?

The most important thing is to convert the grain money of the grain transportation team into black leba and milk tofu, especially black leba, which can save a lot of expenses for the household.

Master Mao had personally made a rough calculation before, removing the cost and removing various expenses, and for the time being, a few thousand taels of silver was saved, and the particularly rough coarse grains also had a good place to go.

In short, just like that, the bricks were pulled over, the grain was delivered, and the cows were gathered at the fastest speed to rush to Renjia Village.

Lord Wei thought to himself: Renjia Village is currently registered with the prime minister, and it is also on the file of their household quartermaster. In the future, as long as there is a war, Renjia Village with a red stamp will be put into operation.

Song Fusheng had a rare stunned expression on his face at this time, so he sat down and cashiered the ticket.

Lord Wei solemnly handed over the silver ticket with both hands, and then explained that this was specially instructed by Lord Mao to be handed over, not for you, but for your daughter Poria, and Lord Mao still remembered your daughter's name. And this silver ticket was paid out of his own pocket by Lord Mao, so you can accept it.

"How can the grass people," Song Fusheng hurriedly stood up and prepared to salute.

Lord Wei pulled him, not for you.

With a smile in his eyes, he was now sure that the person in front of him would one day no longer be a grass man. I really want to tell Song Fusheng that I have worked together for many years, and let Master Mao pay out of his own pocket, this kind of thing is simply too rare to see.

"Okay, okay, if you have a chance, thank you when you see Lord Mao, let's talk about business first."

Song Fusheng now knows the working environment of the household department very well, at least Master Mao is really not messing around here. If such an important department of the household department does not mess around, it is very promising for this dynasty.

He didn't come and go politely, he directly handed over all kinds of documents written by himself, Lord Wei inquired and recorded, the two of them asked and answered, and sometimes Song Fusheng asked, and Lord Wei answered.

Song Fusheng first reported the number of dairy cows received yesterday, the daily output of dairy cows, the daily milk production of more than two months during the peak period, and how many pieces of milk tofu can be boiled per day during the peak period. During the evaporated milk period, how much milk can be produced per head per day, and how many pieces of milk tofu can be boiled per day.

And according to the cow keeper told him yesterday, these are just laid, and he has calculated the approximate weaning period of these 300 cows.

Lord Wei confirmed with him, are you sure? 300 cows, you can pay 36,000 yuan in the last two months, and then 63,000 yuan in the next seven months, and before the weaning period, a total of 99,000 yuan.

"Grass people are sure."

Let's press the mudra.

Lord Wei told me that this is three hundred, and there will be more later, and you will have to report the number like this at that time.

After summoning people, before Master Mao left, he had already priced ten wen a piece, and ten wen was considered a processing fee. As for Song Fusheng, how did you ask the villagers to make milk tofu with these ten documents, and the cost in the process of making milk tofu, these officials don't care about you.

"Go and open a silver ticket of nine hundred and ninety-ten taels." Settle the bill first, this practice is Mao Junyi's greatest kindness to Song Fusheng and his gang, and it is more meaningful than the one hundred taels of silver awarded to Song Fuling.

Mao Junyi didn't expect that everything from Shangshu to the prime minister was very important.

He was complimented.

At this time, Song Fusheng's heart is completely down-to-earth, it is easy to do it if he has money, and those people in the village are estimated to be more obedient, and in the days to come, they will be busy making money every day. If you ask him to find trouble, he won't be available.

The old lady also has a job, hahahaha.

But there was an expression of surprise on his face, how could he give silver again.

Master Wei glanced at him.

After the cow talks, talk about the bricks, the big leba.

"This kind of big leba stove has to be built bigger. This is the number of bricks collected by the grass people, and the adults can see it. According to the larger ones, these bricks can build a total of 48 stoves, plus the original dozen ovens of the grass people's own house, and the dozen or so must also be demolished, because they need to be rebuilt, and the original bricks can be built with 12. That is, a total of sixty stoves. Sixty stoves, the grass people asked the little girl, how many pots can be baked in each stove every day, and how many pieces are in total. ”

Master Wei took the data and began to record.

Working with people who understand, it doesn't take much effort to do anything.

If this is a real old farmer, even if he comes up with these good ideas, he will have to be in a hurry, asking what, what is confused, and confused.

However, having said that, that kind of person can't let him do it, and he has to come over to understand the idea.

Here Lord Wei has a question, compared to milk tofu, why do you think that roasting Black Lieba is not powerful, "How can one stove bake six times a day?" Are you understaffed? "It's not enough for other villages, and several nearby villages have to provide convenience to Renjia Village.

Song Fusheng hurriedly explained that the method is very laborious, and only the rough noodles need to be processed repeatedly, and they need to be processed again when baked out of the pot, so only one stove is baked six times, and the masters at home have to be busy from morning to night. It doesn't matter if there are enough people.

And, quite a lot. Lord Wei, are you not good at counting?

Song Fusheng complained in his heart, another ancient person is finished.

The sample he brought that day was a small piece, and they did it in sixty ovens at the same time, from morning to night, and each pot was the size of a sample like that, and you multiply it, right?

Is more than 4,000 yuan a day less?

If they save some food, the number of black leba pieces they produce in a day can ensure the daily ration of about 30,000 people on the front line.

Scary or not?

His daughter was shocked when she calculated this. No wonder the Soviet army was so tenacious back then, and they could do nothing when they were hungry.

Sure enough, after Song Fusheng's detailed explanation, it was Lord Wei's turn to be shocked. He realized that he didn't know Master Mao very well before. He thought that Master Mao admired Song Fusheng, and after doing it for a long time, it seemed that the adult had already known it and cleared the account.

If that could be assured, it would be too much of a problem.

This kid won't be able to make meritorious contributions in the future?

You know, the brick kiln has been restarted, and another sixty or even hundreds of bricks for the oven will be sent to him......

Lord Wei swallowed and spit, and his expression did not change: "Are you sure that you can produce four thousand pieces a day?" ”

"Grass people are sure."

As soon as January ended, one piece and one article, Lord Wei once again showed Song Fusheng's familiar movements, summoning people: "Go and open seven hundred and twenty taels of silver tickets." ”

Song Fusheng: Don't underestimate a penny, it's just a month, no matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat, ahahahaha, this time, the girls in the family, one counts as one, and they all start work. Earn your own dowry money.

It's meat floss, it seems that Master Mao is not in a hurry, he just left a message, it's very good, you can do it, you can do it as much as you want.

Song Fusheng understood: In other words, you can do it, but the imperial court will not provide convenience, such as sending meat to the door to collect meat for your meat floss, which is impossible.

Before leaving, Song Fusheng and Master Wei seemed to be familiar with each other, and said such emotional words.

He said:

My lord, I have a brother who used to be a furrier with his son, and you see, this is the leather gloves he made.

He should be on his way to be enlisted now.

I have made my own bricks, and I know that there is a recipe for it, and it is not something that ordinary people can burn if they want to.

However, at this time, there must have been many craftsmen who could burn bricks on the way to be recruited. And blacksmithing and so on.

The grass people were thinking, if these people who specialized in art were left behind, could it be better for the imperial court than to send grain? Send it, anyone can send it. But these people's crafts are not something that those who remain can learn, and it's too late to learn now.

Just like my brother and his son, they have many years of experience in how to collect skins, where to receive them quickly, and how to make them.

The grass people are.

No, you're not talking nonsense.

Master Wei suddenly opened his mouth, he felt that he should write a material on this matter, discuss this matter carefully, and hand it in.

If he can be valued and even adopted by his superiors, then he can?

Lord Wei's eyes flashed, his eyebrows raised, and he reciprocated: "Your brother who can make gloves, which county is his household registration?" ”