Of course, the firing of cement is not so simple. The process is not inferior to steelmaking at all. Fortunately, this thing does not require secondary processing. As long as it is burned out, it will be burned out. The trouble is a little trouble. But as long as there is technology and someone, the output is not a big problem, and with output, money is naturally not a problem.

Li Muyun never underestimates the value of any output that exceeds Datang's existing technological capabilities, whether it is coke, steel or cement.

So after leaving the valley, the first thing Li Muyun did was to strengthen the safety protection work of this valley.

The number of people on alert has doubled, and a strict entry and exit permit system has been set up, which is even more serious than that of small blast furnaces that smeltek.

The fat man was very confused about Li Muyun's behavior. On the way back, he asked in confusion: "Muyun, what are you doing? That cement is really that important? Could it be that you are making a big deal, right?"

"Make a big deal?" Li Muyun glanced at the fat man: "You'd better give up this idea. If the cement firing method is leaked, I will definitely boil all your flesh into oil!"

"Isn't it just some dust? It's not that serious." The fat man had been in contact with Li Muyun for a long time. He knew that he was exaggerating what he said, and shook the fat on his body and continued to ask.

"Anyway, please cheer me up. We will rely on this thing when eating meat or drinking porridge in the future." Li Muyun was too lazy to popularize the functions of cement for the fat man, so he simply said directly: "At present, we can't send people out to rob. This cement can be used for money, and it's a lot of money. It's okay to sell it for 100,000 yuan a year after it's done!"

"Pu" The fat man who was walking beside Li Muyun tripped his left foot and fell to the ground.

After a while, he got up and said with a look of conceit, "You, you just said how much you can sell for a year?"

"It's 100,000 to 80,000 yuan." Li Muyun said.

"My third aunt, grandma, my uncle..." The fat man opened his mouth and could almost see the little tongue in his throat: "A hundred and eight million coins? You, you didn't lie to me, are you?"

Li Muyun actually wanted to say that his aunt and uncle had no connection at all. One was a relative of his father and the other was a relative of his mother. However, seeing the fat man wandering around, he still gave up this idea. Anyway, it was useless to say that this guy could not listen to anything at the moment.

"No, I have to go back. I'm not at ease with those local tyrants. One hundred and eight hundred million jin a year, how much is that? Can you bury Fat Master?" Sure enough, the fat man's attention was not on Li Muyun at all, and his mind was filled with strings of copper coins.

Li Muyun glanced at him helplessly and tried to correct his concept: "It's one hundred thousand coins, not one million!"

As a result, the fat man replied with confidence: "For us, is there a difference between a hundred thousand guan and a million guan?"

Yes, it seems that there is no difference. At present, the most valuable thing in Li Mu's hands are those horses. Adding them together may be exchanged for tens of thousands of guan, and no one wants the rest of the cows, sheep, etc. In other words, all the money in the parody will not exceed 20,000 guan, and it is not cash.

So whether it is 100,000 or 1 million guan, it is the same for Li Muyun, because he doesn't have that much money at all.

When someone sees this, someone will ask, aren’t it said that horses are valuable? How can six thousand horses be sold for only 10,000 guan? Can a horse be sold for a little more?

To be honest, although the price of horses is high, it only refers to the unit price. After all, Li Muyun cannot sell these horses one by one.

Besides, the horses in his hands were from the wrong origin, and the amount was too large. In the Tang Dynasty, anyone with a little heart would know that eating so many horses would inevitably be missed by those who were interested. Maybe they would be labeled as a rebellion, and they would probably not be able to save their heads by then.

Therefore, he could only take advantage of these horses at a low price and give up a large part of the profits so that someone would take over them. Otherwise, he would have to keep these horses in his hands. At that time, he would be afraid that he would not make any money and he would have to pay a lot of money for the fodder.

Alas, money is not easy to make. When I first watched "The First Dandy in Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty", I thought it was very easy to make money. I could just burn a glass and sell it for tens of thousands of yuan. Now it seems like it’s a mess, and I don’t know what the author thinks.

Li Muyun complained and left the valley alone. As for the fat man, the guy had already gone back to guard his hundreds of thousands of dollars.

...

In the Shanyin County Government, Tang Jian sat on the chair made by Li Muyun personally directed the carpenter. Although he sat very comfortably, he had not seen the legendary Xiaoyao Hou appear after waiting for a day, which made him a little depressed.

He could bring other tasks to Shanyin County. If Li Muyun didn't come back, he could only wait.

Seeing that the sun was setting in the west outside, Li Muyun still had no shadow, Tang Jian finally became anxious and asked Sun Liang with a sinister face: "Mr. Sun, where did Xiaoyaohou go? Why hasn't it appeared yet?"

"Sir, Xiaoyaohou should have gone to the coke workshop. It is a bit far away from here, and it will take two hours to hurry over. If the person is not there, he will have to go to another place." Sun Liang replied respectfully.

At the beginning, he was still a little trembling when facing Tang Jian. After all, the other party was too big, but after waiting for an afternoon, he was already used to it even if he was afraid. Therefore, Sun Liang's answer to Old Tang's question was smooth.

"Why did he go to the coke workshop? What is coke?" Li Muyun didn't come back, and Tang Jian knew that it would be useless even if he forced Sun Liang to death, so he simply suppressed his anger and asked about the situation in the county.

"Coke is used for smelting iron, but the villain doesn't know the specific things. As for Mr. Xiaoyao, he often goes to various workshops. Those workshops were built under his guidance. Without Mr. Hou's guidance, no one understands these things."

"So what about his errands in the county? He doesn't care about it?" Tang Jian asked.

"Uh..." Sun Liang hesitated for a moment. He really wanted to nod and say 'yes', but in the end he said: "My affairs in the county are generally in charge of Hou, but you also know that there are usually no major issues in our county. They are all small things such as neighbors quarrels, and these villains can handle them."

"What about other things? He doesn't care about these things when he understands the people's sentiments, recommends filial piety and integrity, taxes, and road construction?"
Chapter completed!