Chapter Seventy-Two: Pre-sales Begin
Since Ying Zheng saw the tables, chairs and benches at Ying Feiyu's place, he changed all the tables and tables in his bedroom.
I don't have to sit on the floor for a long time every day, and I feel that the blood circulation in my body is much faster!
"Humph! I obviously said that the Guanghua Palace would be repaired and let me move in with my mother, but you occupied my mother and didn't let her live with me! β
Xiao Zhengtai rolled his eyes, very dissatisfied.
"Forehead ......"
Ying Zheng was speechless.
It was true that he had said so before, but now he regretted it again!
"It's not that you won't let your mother go, but I'll go a few days later!"
"Humph! Since the father did not welcome the sons, the sons and daughters went back to the Guanghua Hall with the paper that had just been made in the paper mill! β
After speaking, Xiao Zhengtai was about to jump off the chair with a stack of papers.
"What? Is the paper in the paper mill made? β
"Don't go!"
Hearing that the papermaking was successful, Ying Zheng hurriedly reached out and grabbed Xiao Zhengtai.
"The ...... has indeed been made!"
Xiao Zhengtai nodded arrogantly and continued: "But since my father doesn't welcome me, then I won't come in the future!" β
"No, no, no, you are the child of your father, how can your father not welcome it, but ...... Can we let King Fook report next time? β
Ying Zheng patiently discussed.
"Can't!"
"Uh...... Well, Fei Yu can come whenever he wants! β
"Okay, right? Can you show me the paper in your hand? β
"That's pretty much it!"
Xiao Zhengtai jumped onto the chair and put the white paper in his hand on the table.
Looking at the white and flawless paper in front of him, Ying Zheng was extremely excited.
The significance of these papers is too great, and the changes to Daqin are immeasurable!
"How much does this paper produce per day?"
"At present, the output of the paper mill is still very low, only 20,000 sheets per day, and it will definitely expand after a while!"
Today, on the street, Xiao Zhengtai has been looking for a suitable workshop to expand the paper mill, but has not yet found a suitable location.
"Okay, the first batch of finished ones will be set aside for me first!"
The paper mill is a royal property, and Yingzheng should ask for it!
The blank paper given by Ying Feiyu before was used by him as a treasure, and he was reluctant to use it until an important moment.
Now, all the blank bamboo slips in the palace can be thrown out, and all of them can be replaced with snow-white paper!
"No ......!"
Xiao Zhengtai didn't even think about refusing directly, "Now the total daily output of the paper mill is only 20,000, and you want 100,000 all at once, isn't it that the paper mill has been working in vain for five days?" Besides, no matter how big the consumption in the palace is, it is impossible to use up so much at once, and the rest is still left in vain, so it is better to sell it first and return the funds! β
After listening to Xiao Zhengtai's words, Ying Zheng thought for a while and nodded disappointedly, "Okay then!" β
"Father, the son came over today, in addition to the matter of the paper workshop, there is another matter!"
"What's the matter? Go ahead! β
Ying Zheng looked at the blank paper repeatedly and was very pleased.
This is also the result that Xiao Zhengtai wants to see, only when this old man is happy, the next words can be better said, "Erchen is learning the art of war with General Wang Lao recently, and he wants three thousand soldiers to do exercises!" β
"Good!"
Ying Zheng replied heartily.
"Thank you, Father!"
After finishing the business, Xiao Zhengtai was about to leave, lest this old man regret it later.
"Wait......!"
However, as soon as he ran two steps, Ying Zheng reacted and stopped him, "What did you just say?" What do you want? Soldiers? β
According to the laws of Great Qin, no one is allowed to station troops without permission, and violators will be punished as the crime of treason.
But it can maintain guards, especially dignitaries and nobles, and each family almost has more than a dozen strong guards to ensure the safety of family and property!
I've never heard of anyone raising 3,000!
Besides, what this kid just said was the government soldiers, which meant that he should send 3,000 soldiers to his mansion!
"Father, don't worry, these 3,000 people and ministers are not placed in the palace, but let them stay in the other garden, this is also to better learn the art of war from General Wang!"
Komasa found a very beautiful reason.
Because he heard that when Ying Zheng was learning the art of war, he ordered the army to go to the field to simulate battles, similar to the actual combat exercises of later generations.
Now he also wants to practice with his troops, he can't disagree, right?
"What's the use of learning the art of war? I used a thousand in the first place! β
At the beginning of the training, Chang Yu and LΓΌ Buwei discovered that it was under the pretext of hunting that they led people up the mountain and simulated real warfare in the mountains, and only then did they learn a lot of tactics.
So he didn't object to Ying Feiyu adopting this method, but three thousand people was too many!
"One thousand is fine, and the remaining two thousand retainers will figure it out by themselves!"
Xiao Zhengtai nodded.
In fact, it doesn't matter how many people this old man gives to, what he wants is for Yingzheng to nod and allow him to raise these people in the mansion.
The troop transfer token is in his hand, he can indeed dispatch troops at any time, and he can be transferred to the house, this matter must be nodded by the old goods!
In the past few days, he has followed Wang Jian to learn the art of war and swords, and the system has given 3,000 alloy war knives, which are hard and extremely sharp, and sharpen iron like clay, so he suddenly came up with the idea of training an elite, and with these war knives, he will definitely be invincible!
If you can't keep it, you will use it one day!
"Done! Go back and pick it up in the army yourself, but you have to pay their own salaries! β
Ying Zheng is not the one who suffers, and immediately kicked out the salaries of these people.
"No problem!"
Xiao Zhengtai didn't think about it, and immediately responded.
I didn't spend the money to sell instant noodles and Kengzhanghan before, and it was enough to pay these people for the time being!
Next, the money from the sale of purified coarse salt is still 10%, which is a huge and lasting profit.
Not to mention 3,000 people, even if he can raise 30,000 people!
"Okay, if it's okay, go back first, and you must report next time you come back!"
Ying Zhenghu blushed and rolled his eyes angrily.
"Yes, Father!"
This old man promised himself such a big condition, and Xiao Zhengtai also had to behave obediently, "By the way, the paper mill will officially open in a few days, and my father can go and take a look!" β
"Hmmm! I know! β
Ying Zheng waved his hand and told him to leave quickly.
If you don't leave, the good dishes will be cold!
Xiao Zhengtai stuck out his tongue and ran away!
Since the second day, Ying Zheng ordered all the blank bamboo slips to be replaced with white paper writing, of course, those bamboo slips can not be wasted, all of them are sent to the paper mill to make paper!
The ministers were also very excited when they saw the paper made in the paper mill, and immediately rushed to the paper mill to place orders in the morning.
This thing writes smoothly and is easy to carry, and now it is the most sought-after, and you can't even catch the hair if you don't start it early!
"Ladies and gentlemen, the little boy said, no matter who it is, it can only be ordered at most a thousand!"
This is the rule that Xiao Zhengtai set when he left, and Yu Wenxuan did not dare to forget it.
"Accommodating, my lord is Liu Yushi!"
"My family is General Wang, as long as you can sell more of our family, if you have relatives to join the army in the future, our lord will take care of it!"
"My lord is still a county order, and I won't see you when I look up in the future!"
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These officials were embarrassed to talk small, so they sent their servants up to intercede, but in the end they were all blocked back.
Now the paper mill can only be booked, 1,000 per person, pay first, and don't charge a penny!