Every time the clothing trend of the capital can lead the fashion trend of the entire dynasty.

There are people on the top who wear it, and there are people who naturally learn it below.

Some people learn and some people see business opportunities, but within a few days, many merchants have sent domestic slaves to Luocheng.

In the face of sufficient interests, the New Year is actually not so important.

on the streets of Luo Cheng

Yu Guang was inspecting the newly built house, and Yu Jing followed behind Yu Guang and reported to Yu Guang the progress of the work in the past few days: "Uncle, recently, the woolen workshop over there in the sacrificial city has been in operation, and the embroidery girls are also in training.

The festival city is asking people to train them how to make milk powder, and the big house you asked for is built in Zecheng. The villages outside the three cities are mainly farming, and I heard that they have begun to make fertilizer according to your orders."

Yu Guang nodded: "Good job, now our main experience is still on the embroidery girl's side, because these embroidery girls will be sent everywhere to train others in the future, so that they can study hard."

Speaking of this, Yu Jing's face was full of pride: "Uncle, rest assured, most of these embroidery girls are from the flow of people, they grew up in the border city, I heard that there is an opportunity to go back to those rich places, and they are all serious and careful, for fear that they will not be able to choose."

This may be the only chance for those embroiderers to leave the Northland.

Then, Yu Jing showed a worried expression again: "Uncle, I heard that the wool over there of the Liao people is almost sold, do you think they will call again."

It's been a month since she came to the border city, and yesterday Yu Xin told her that the money in Bofu had been spent, and if she didn't get it back, she would stop work soon after the year.

I don't know what the uncle is thinking, even if he builds a temporary workshop, he actually asks people to renovate the houses in the city, and I heard that he plans to build a road after the year.

And those who are affected, most of the victims in the Northland are homeless, but they will not go out.

But the Hou Ye would eat outside the gate of the city lord's mansion in Luocheng, Sacrifice City, and Zecheng every day at noon.

It's not soup kitchen, it's a serious meal.

Even though it was brown rice with a shell, it was better than what the victims ate at home.

Adults between the ages of 15 and 45 receive a bowl of rice, while the elderly and children receive half a bowl if they eat less.

The villages attached to the surrounding areas of the three cities also enjoy the same treatment.

But whoever can live a life, as long as he takes the rice back and boils it into porridge, the day will pass.

I heard that there was such a good thing in the three cities, and many victims of the disaster flocked here.

Yu Guang also ordered people to arrange temporary shelter for them, and also let them work with the aborigines of the three cities to earn wages.

Yu Jing had heard many people muttering during this time, saying that the city lord of Luo City was so kind, and they didn't want to leave.

But although they didn't want to leave, Yu Jing didn't want them to stay.

Because the money is really unbearable.

Now that the money is gone, the wool is piled up in a dozen houses.

I'm afraid that those Liao people feel that Luocheng has nothing to take advantage of, and they will run over to attack again, and then it will be a real headache.

There are also shops in the Northland, but there are perennial wars here, and people who have a way have moved away.

Seeing that a large number of shops were abandoned, Yu Guang paid for the re-maintenance of these shops. ….

Reaching out and touching the wall that had just been repaired, Yu Guang whispered to Yu Jing, "Don't worry, they won't act rashly until they are sure that the next year's milk can really make money."

Seeing that Yu Jing was about to speak again, Yu Guang said again: "Tell those workers that it is difficult to do the work now, but the underground flue I want must be done well, and this salary is not given in vain."

At the time of this productive force, people represent a steady stream of silver.

Knowing that Yu Guang didn't want to talk about these things anymore, Yu Jing hurriedly promised: "Yes!"

Now it's freezing cold, and there are only three or four hours of the day when the sun is shining, and the craftsmen can only do their work during this time.

The working hours are half shorter, but the wages have not changed, and the workers can still eat two meals a day, as long as

It hurts to think about it.

Yu Guang didn't think there was anything, what the Northland lacked now was the people who worked, not the silver.

Although she has no money now, officials with more than three grades will be rewarded for the New Year's holidays, and her share must be on the way.

And she has already written the profit clearly in the letter, Emperor Haoxuan no longer likes it, and he will not get along with the silver.

As long as the clothes are on the body, they are the perfect living advertisement.

When the advertisement is out, the funds returned should not be too small, enough for her to do other things.

Therefore, there is no real lying win in the world, it is nothing more than operation.

A few days before the Spring Festival, the first caravan had already arrived in Luocheng.

Luo Cheng is not much different from what they remembered, the narrow and potholed official roads, and the dilapidated and war-covered city gates from a distance, look quite desolate.

The merchants who came to buy couldn't help but shake their heads, this side is too desolate, no wonder Changbei Bo is worried about tossing new things.

Because if there is no gimmick, who is willing to follow Changbei and wait for a blind toss.

The group entered the city with doubts, and when they actually entered Luo City, they found that this northern land seemed to be different from what they imagined.

The snow on the streets was neatly swept on both sides, and everyone I saw on the road seemed to have something to do.

Everyone on the road was walking very fast, as if they were in a hurry.

The steward was a little puzzled, and was about to stop the people for questioning, but he saw another group of ragged people come out of the house by the side of the street and walk quickly in the direction of the people who had been before.

Seeing the hurried footsteps of these people, the steward hurriedly ordered the guards around him, "Follow and have a look."

Luo Cheng is very old, but very clean.

The people walking in the streets, even though they were dressed in rags, were all in good spirits.

At this time, everyone was quietly gathered in front of one of the signs, as if waiting for something.

About half an hour later, a guard with a gong came briskly carrying a piece of paper.

I saw that he first struck the gong twice in a decent manner, and then shouted loudly: "Thirteen over forty-five years old, clean the drains, five copper plates and two meals a day."

When they heard this, many people immediately raised their hands: "I'll do it."

The guard counted the number of people, "Two more."

Hearing this, three younger people immediately put down their hands: they are young, and they can have other things to do, this kind of undangerous work for others.

The guard nodded again, "One less, which of the three of you goes."

The three people who were called looked at each other, and then looked at the thinnest one: "Go ahead!"

They still have some strength.

Seeing this harmonious scene, the steward: "..."Are the people of the North so humble and courteous?

The guard also nodded with satisfaction: "There is a lot of work, you can give priority to the selection later."

Or Chang Beibo has a way, and he directly took action to control everyone.

Those who love to quarrel and stir people's hearts are hanging on the fence at the entrance of the vegetable market!.

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