The second workshop visited by Xing'an really scared him.

This can no longer be called a workshop, but it is like a market that covers an area of ​​hundreds of acres. It is surrounded by newly built houses, some small grocery shops, etc. There are at least thousands of people moving here.

"The five largest merchants in Fuzhou Merchants invested million taels of silver and borrowed million taels from Guangdong. There are 300 new yarn machines and 1,500 large spinning wheels. The open space and pools are used to deal with hemp leaves. There are more than 8,000 workers who need to work here."

When it comes to this huge fine linen workshop, Lu Han is very proud.

This should have been the credit of the General Secretary, but the two General Secretary were not very powerful and had no vision. The land used in the last place was from the garrison, and the workshop was also written in the directory of the fine linen workshop under the Fuzhou Beiwei, Fujian Metropolitan City, the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

There are five major businesses invested here, and the ward has contributed its people and land and efforts, and it also accounts for 10% of the shares.

"The daily yield of 240,000 feet of fine white erectus." Liu Bingzhang added.

Xing'an walked around and asked back: "When will the construction start?"

"It will take another month for the yarn machine and loom to finish it. If it is soon, it will take another half a month to start slaughtering. But the craftsmen don't know the quality of this slaughter, so the machine is adjusted according to the best slaughter. If you see slaughter, you can adjust it up again, and maybe it can be more refined."

Most people have never seen the real thing and will think about it, but here we are as good as possible.

Xing'an was very interested: "Then, it's so numb."

"White-Ming He said it was good, but it could only be super high-quality. White-Ming He always kept three points in his speech. The last time he said it was better, and only when he saw it, he realized that it was not the market. The old man who has been doing business for many years had never seen such good quality. In fact, there are better Curry from Baiming He."

"Go to Little Luzon tomorrow!" Xing'an said another sentence.

He was a little anxious to see Bai Minghe. If he went to Guangdong, he didn't know when Bai Minghe would come back.

This workshop is very powerful, with a daily output of 240,000 feet of fine linen, which is so scary. Thinking of this, Xing'an asked again: "The fine linen on the market will be cheaper. Blessings are the people!"

"It is estimated that the price will not be reduced within a year." Liu Bingzhang replied, and before Xing'an asked, he continued: "The Baiminghe only needs, but this workshop can't be driven out day and night. It is said that it is 240,000 feet a day, but less than 100 dan. It is only 30,000 dan a year, and Baiminghe has a purchase volume of 200,000 dan a year. It is precisely because of his huge purchase volume that these merchants dare to invest their family's foundation."

One hundred feet per piece, twenty-six feet per piece, twenty-four thousand feet. It’s really not a particularly huge number.

Xing'an knew that this workshop alone would probably be more than half of the linen production in the four provinces of Jiangnan in the Ming Dynasty last year.

With countless questions in my heart, Xing'an didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, and was still a little confused after getting on the boat the next day.

The white-famous crane is still enjoying his old man's life in Little Luzon.

Arriving on the boat from the east of Luzon, he circled most of the time. He didn't go back to Manila and went to Biyao again. He saw the beautiful scenery in name, but even one of the gold mines was trapped. He was responsible for digging, and the money he needed to invest and the money he spent by hiring workers, including purified gold, etc., and the gold he dug out was 370 yuan.

The white-name crane occupies seven.

Bai Minghe gave 100 dan of silk to sign the signing fee. It was just a contract signed. These 100 dan of silk were the benefits of these chiefs out of thin air, which was considered a dividend in advance.

"Give another hundred tufts of silk to reduce the profit of half the ingredients." Some chief offered his request.

Bai Minghe didn't know whether to sympathize or laugh, but he was in the moral of long-term cooperation. Bai Minghe still said: "Don't regret it in the future. You may be able to support dozens of loads of silk if you have half a share of it."

"Then, I won't change it." The chief was straightforward and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Bai Minghexin said that this is the normal idea. Long-term profits are always more real than short-term profits.

But another chief made another strange request: "If you want to make a profit, we won't send anyone to supervise it. The contract you mentioned is to dig for fifty years, and you give us five hundred dans of silk every year, just think that you gave us the profit."

It is impossible not to say that the chief was not wrong.

It is difficult for them to know how much the white-famous crane has dug. It is boring to dig more and dig less. It is better to have a net worth.

Bai Minghe did not answer immediately, and he leaned on the soft chair and thought.

How much silver is there for five hundred dans of silk? To put it more than 150,000 taels of silver in the Ming Dynasty, and in a few years, the price of silk will definitely be reduced. This is a gold mine. Can't 15,000 taels of gold be dug a year?

You should know that in the later modern times, the annual output of gold in Biyao is calculated in tons.

Seeing Bai Minghe hesitating, several big chiefs ran aside to discuss. They thought that the actual profits they saw were more real than the invisible dividends. They had also dug gold. It was really not easy to dig gold in the mountains. Thousands of people couldn't get hundreds of taels of gold in a month, and they were afraid that these slaves would steal gold particles.

Seeing several chiefs of Luzon retreating, Deng Hailong and Hua Wuqi, Lu Qiyuan immediately surrounded Bai Minghe.

Deng Hailong sat next to Bai Minghe: "Xiaobai, is it a bit unprofitable?"

Bai Minghe lowered his voice: "It's not that it's not cost-effective, I'm afraid they will regret it in the future. You know, we have been here for two days because of the knowledge I have learned. Dig here hard, and I can dig dozens of chunks of gold a year. The gold mining area here has at least tens of thousands of chunks of chunks."

Deng Hailong nodded. Seeing that this little Luzon people had a lot of gold here, it would be a big deal if they regretted it.

You can't solve everything with cannons.

Hua Wuqi pointed to the mountain here and said, "It is better to accept the big trees here. At that time, they know that the gold we shipped is still wood. Arrange some reliable people here to guard it. At present, only an accurate number is needed. What is the value of this gold ore? Lord Bai has always had a good vision. Can you estimate the number this time?"

The white-known crane of the Biyao gold mine was heard in later generations, but the specific location was not detailed. I don’t know whether the white-known crane of the mine cave I saw.

The only thing I know is that the annual output of more than ten tons of gold is more than ten tons.

"There are at least 50,000 to 100,000 stones of gold under our feet. How much can be dug out every year is a skill. I have the ability to see that there is a gold mine here, but I don't have the ability to dig. If I give this territory, fifty stones a year can always be dug out, and gold mines are small profits."

Bai Minghe is right, gold mines are small profits.

Fifty stones of gold are only a little, and it is not a huge profit compared to his huge maritime trade.

Hua Wuqi shook his head helplessly. Fifty stones of gold, one stone is 1,600 taels of gold, which is 16,000 taels of silver. Fifty stones is 800,000 taels. See if the Minister of Revenue dares to say that this is a small profit.

"Dig!" Deng Hailong's tone was very serious.

Isn’t it just five hundred tangs of silk? If you dig it hard here, you will definitely reach one hundred stag of gold.

After the two sides agreed, the Baiminghe spoke, "I want the trees on this mountain too. If I cut down one and plant two more seedlings, I will never let the place be deserted. However, within fifty years, the saplings I planted will grow and belong to me."

The chief originally planned to give Baiming crane some wood. When he heard Baiming crane talk about the trees, they also made a concession: "We are sincere in adding another twenty miles to you."

"Okay, then I will add ten throtts to your silk every year. It will be 510 throtts next year and 520 throtts next year. Ten years later, if the price of silk is reduced, I will add twenty throtts to you a year. This is called value preservation in our Ming Dynasty."

"Finish, I'll add another 30 miles to Mr. Bai." The chiefs were very happy.

The contract was quickly discussed, but the specific scope will be settled after Baiminghe sent someone from the Ming Dynasty to calculate it. The signing fee is 100 dan of silk, and the meeting will be held within one month. Starting from January next year, the silk members of the whole year will be handed over at the beginning of the year.

Bai Minghe also proposed: "It's too far from here to Manila. I ask you to send a few guides to see where the river flows here. I want to build a port at the mouth of the river. I pay for the cost of building the port. It will facilitate me to transport ore and wood."

"These are all small things, so there is no problem."

The general direction has been decided, and it is really a trivial matter to build a port.

But in Deng Hailong's eyes, it is not a trivial matter. Bai Minghe dares to build a port, so he dares to send troops. This is equivalent to having an external military port in the Ming Dynasty, but it is a big problem for anyone to manage it. Guangdong Dusi dares not stick to this hand. It is best if the capital city arranges direct military officers. To put it in a small way, it is also a garrison-level position.

To put it in a big way, it would be too much to set up a single Duss for the sake of the entire Luzon.

Everyone has their own thoughts, but overall everyone is still happy, both the chief of Luzon and the Baiminghe. A gold mine with a net income of at least more than 500,000 taels of silver per year is definitely a good thing.

Before leaving, Lu Qiyuan asked someone to cut down a bacon and carried it over: "Sir, we can cut down the tree, but this thing is not within the agreement. The students thought it was the price. The students saw that there were many here. When they went back to weave ropes and made mats, they were all of the best hemp materials. With more goods, the amount of ropes was also used a little more."

"You can just dig some weeds."

The chief of Luzon thought to himself that the people of the Ming Dynasty were really kind, and they really didn't touch anything outside the agreement. Even the abaca was to be paid.

"Integrity is the basis." Lu Qiyuan's sentence is the truth, and it is definitely not the slogan form of Baiminghe. Then he added: "I think the amount required is huge, please give me an idea."

"How many?" Bai Minghe asked calmly. Even if it was a plot that had been negotiated in advance, Bai Minghe would not relax at all.

After Lu Qiyuan was silent for a little while, he said, "How many are there, how many are you want!"
Chapter completed!