Chapter 97 The first encounter month 100/117(1/2)
So being a soldier is a physical job.
Like Liu Mingqi, who stands in a stance for two hours in the morning and in an afternoon, what else can she do?
That is, he is in good physical strength, otherwise he would have to sleep after returning to Prince De's Mansion in the afternoon.
This is not a world of cultivation. You can instantly get the blood tank full by taking drugs.
In fact, in order to complete the training of himself and this group of people, Liu Mingqi has really done nothing else recently.
However, as the Spring Festival approaches, there are still necessary social engagements.
For example, Wu Yeshuang invited her to dinner tonight, but Liu Mingqi still had to go there.
The young man specially put himself in a little bit of a good deal, put on the robe made by his mother this year, rode his horse to the Minister of Works' Mansion.
The sky is still snowing recently, and it is said that half of the provinces are falling, but like the blizzards last year, there are only two lakes, Jiangxi and Guizhou.
With sufficient preparation, these four provinces have basically no major problems.
Well……
It cannot be said that it is not big either.
Hunan and Hubei, two provinces with many disasters, are all tears when they are brought up.
They have no reason to rebel so far. It is really thanks to the former Prince Mingyu's two disaster relief and corrupt officials killed, and the sufficient food supply, and last year there was honeycomb coal to keep them warm...
Anyway, after experiencing so many disasters, Hunan and Hubei have lost their vitality, so I prayed that I could survive.
If you want to restore the reputation of the land of fish and rice three years ago, you may not be able to do it without five or eight years.
Thanks to the fact that the two provinces have not suffered any disasters since this year, and they can transport food and food in large quantities. Otherwise, if the Gyeonggi region wants to rush to use disaster relief supplies, they will be even more miserable.
But this is also the darkness before dawn.
In another two or three years, when my sweet potatoes can be distributed on a large scale, the first benefit will be the nearby Hubei and Hunan.
These two places are originally suitable for growing sweet potatoes.
With sweet potatoes as a guarantee, no matter how hard you starve.
While Liu Mingqi was imagining this, she rode forward on her horse and unknowingly entered the Minister of Works' Mansion.
At this time, there were only Wu Yeshuang and a few maids and servants in the mansion.
Wu Yu stayed in Jiangsu and Shandong, responsible for the construction of the Yellow River dam water conservancy construction and would not go home during the Chinese New Year this year.
Mrs. Wu naturally went there early to take care of her husband's life.
Emperor Jing He was quite embarrassed and rewarded Wu Yu with 400 taels of gold and 1,000 acres of fertile land.
It’s not that the emperor is stingy, but that Wu Yu doesn’t want it at all.
After so many years of hard work, the emperor had the opportunity to give him 4,000 acres of land, plus the 1,000 acres of Wu Yu's own family, a total of 5,000 acres.
Four hundred taels of gold looks like four thousand taels of silver, and it can be exchanged for more on the black market, but this is also for Wu Yu and Wu Yeshuang. Two hundred taels of gold per person, otherwise Wu Yu would definitely not have received it.
The capital of Jinghe could not help but sigh that if the officials of Quan Dakang were like Wu Shouchang, then they would be worried about the uneasiness of the world and the frequent occurrence of corruption cases in the granary and treasury?
It doesn't exist!
What a pity, there are not many officials like Wu Yu.
Of course, Jing Hedi was not picky either. As long as everyone can get by and don’t do too much, he can generally tolerate it.
For example, before the huge deficit case of the granary came out, he knew that the governor of the grain transport transportation, Lin Zhenyuan, had greedy for a lot of money, but he still didn't deal with him.
...
When she got off the horse, Liu Mingqi found that in addition to Wu Yeshuang standing in the inner door of the yard, there was a beautiful girl next to her.
The girl wearing a blue and white cloak is about 20 years old, she is a little taller than Wu Yeshuang, and her slightly round baby face looks very young.
But her facial features are particularly beautiful, with dark eyebrows, big eyes, bright nose and red lips, and a smooth and tender face, making her look full of youthful vitality.
When Liu Mingqi looked at her, she was also looking at Liu Mingqi.
Inside her bright big eyes, it seemed to be filled with the light of spring, full of curiosity and excitement.
When Wu Yeshuang saw this scene, she coughed lightly and said, "Okay, don't look at each other like this, just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, it looks awkward."
The girl couldn't help but smile, smiling brightly and generously.
Then she owed her waist slightly to Liu Mingqi who was walking over and said, "Little woman Su Xiaoxue, I have seen His Highness King De."
"Hello Miss Su!"
Liu Mingqi also nodded slightly.
As he approached, he could still smell a faint fragrance. This was not the smell of Wu Yeshuang.
Sister Shuang basically has no femininity, she looks like a female engineering student.
Then this fragrance comes from this girl Su Xiaoxue.
Wu Yeshuang made way, "Come on, let's talk as we walked... Xiaoxue had just arrived in the capital yesterday. She said she wanted to meet you, the poet, so I'll call you over and invite you to a meal by the way, so you won't say that I don't look like an apprentice at all."
Liu Mingqi spread her hands helplessly: "Sister Shuang, you don't look like my apprentice like this, you are my master."
"Puchi"
Su Xiaoxue laughed when she heard this, but she didn't look back, just walked in with Wu Yeshuang, and didn't look at Liu Mingqi.
The two of them walked a little ahead.
Unfortunately, it is not summer or modern, otherwise Liu Mingqi could also appreciate the curves of the backs of the two beauties.
When I entered the hall, the warm honeycomb coal stove emitted heat, making the whole hall dry and warm.
"Your Highness, the honeycomb coal and honeycomb coal stove you made are also very popular in our south of the Yangtze River." After sitting on the chair, Su Xiaoxue said in a pretty voice, "These two are perfect matches! I originally thought that the price was too high and it was unbearable for ordinary people to bear, but now it seems that the people in the Gyeonggi area can basically use honeycomb coal of two cents, which is simply too happy."
"Apart from what we shipped to Jiangnan, aren't there any imitation in Jiangnan?" Liu Mingqi said first, "Is it very expensive?"
Taking advantage of the smoothest April, May and June, the Xu family's business transported tens of millions of honeycomb coal to Jiangnan in one go.
If it weren't for the flooding of the Yangtze River in July and August, there would have been a lot of them.
However, due to long-distance transportation, honeycomb coal usually costs four or five cents per person in Jiangnan, which has no cost-effectiveness at all, and is basically the same as the people burning firewood.
The people don’t need it, but those families with wealthier families think that honeycomb coal is good.
It covers a small area, can keep warm after long use, and smoke is much smaller than firewood, and can be stored for a long time without worrying about moisture or failure.
So they not only bought it, but also welcomed it.
But even if the whole Jiangnan has only a little honeycomb coal, even if the transportation is resumed later, it will not meet their huge needs.
So there are also smart workshops in Jiangnan and they began to imitate them.
When my uncle Xu Dongsheng came to Feige to pass the letter, he still complained a few times.
"It's not very expensive, it's similar to the ones in Prince Yu's Mansion." Su Xiaoxue said, "but the quality they made was not very good, either they were burned in full at all, or they would burn thick smoke, just like a fire. It's much worse than the honeycomb coal in Prince Yu's Mansion."
The boy smiled.
This is also.
Although honeycomb coal only has three kinds of substances, the mixing ratio is very important.
Other production attention, as well as the process of shaking, etc., are more particular.
Even modern honeycomb coal workshops and factories make honeycomb coal not much the same.
When Su Xiaoxue saw him laughing, she simply asked: "I came to the capital. I heard that your highness, you have already opened a branch workshop in Weiyuan, Sichuan and Xinye, Jingji. Jiangnan has such a large demand and a large population, and the cost of long-distance transportation is high. Why don't you open one or even two branch workshops in Jiangnan?"
"This is what my mother decided, maybe she has her considerations." Liu Mingqi quickly blamed her.
In fact, he doesn't care about the specific expansion of the business.
The two expansions of the Fengwo Coal Workshop were just a coincidence.
Adding his God-like perspective, he knew how to expand, so he formed two branch workshops.
As it turns out, God is really destined to have such a blessing in Dakang.
It was just a few months after it started production and sales were booming, and it happened to encounter a heavy snowfall again, and then it promptly supported the disaster area.
Su Xiaoxue actually didn't want to ask about business, she just talked casually.
Seeing that Liu Mingqi did not answer, she did not mention it again.
After the three of them sat down, two servants brought a cup of tea.
Liu Mingqi looked at it and felt a little unfamiliar, "Sister Shuang, are you newly hired?"
Wu Yeshuang shook her head, "It was the Empress Dowager who gave it to the mansion. The contract was for five years and the palace gave money. Because of the few slaves in the family, my mother took most of them away when she went to Jiangsu."
Her words have always been concise.
Liu Mingqi also understood in a flash that this was the benefit the Empress Dowager gave to the Witch Mansion.
Who is Wu Yu a hardworking old cow?
Wouldn't it be better for scholars all over the world to have no role models?
To be continued...