"I originally thought that an orphan and a widowed mother had done such a big thing, so I couldn't make my subordinates feel unfair. So I sent someone to ask her if she had any difficulties in life, and the department would help solve them. Guess what?"

"She just sent me a letter, and she didn't mention anything about fairness or fairness! Instead, she just wanted to do her job, but let the emperor worry about her residence."

Then he presented Chu Qing's letter to the emperor for reading.

"Although she said she wanted the emperor to try soybean oil to have a good appetite, she also has to live, right?"

The emperor was eating Chu Qing's oil and reading Chu Qing's letter. The neat and sonorous font was very pleasing to the eye and very familiar.

This oil is really good. It doesn't take away the original fragrance of vegetables when cooking, and it doesn't leave a greasy taste in your mouth.

"I have read her handwriting," the emperor said.

"I also heard Hong Aiqing mention soybean cakes, soybean flour, and soybean oil. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Now I have tasted it myself and it is really good. Tell me, what are your plans? Don't sell favors to me. Tell me.

Be real!"

Hu Hengqiu coughed awkwardly: "Ahem, Your Majesty, there really is nothing you can't see through. This is clear..."

After some explanation, the emperor understood that the Secret Intelligence Department wanted to make a deal with him, so that the soybean oil would be exclusively supplied to the palace, and the Secret Intelligence Department would get a 25% profit share.

There is nothing wrong with this. The palace always has to buy grain and oil, and the purchasing department spends a lot of money on cooking oil every year. It doesn’t matter where the money is spent. It’s just a matter of words!

Besides, by allowing the Secret Investigation Division to have some income, the national treasury can reduce expenses.

Since the establishment of the Secret Investigation Department, it has been really hard to get every piece of money, because this is the existence that most officials are afraid of. The Ministry of Accounts simply does not transfer accounts happily. Sometimes the emperor has to use his private treasury.

"But..." The emperor thought of something else.

As the saying goes, "The butt determines the head."

The emperor's position determined the height of his vision. Since the oil is squeezed from soybeans and is so delicious, why not widely cultivate soybeans and make them popular?

"Hu Aiqing, how many soybeans do you need to produce one pound of soybean oil?"

"Your Majesty, look at this."

Hu Hengqiu presented the recipe for making soybean oil written by Chu Qing.

It's not just the method of oil extraction, but also the yield of soybeans per mu, the oil yield per 100 kilograms of soybeans, and the types of by-products.

Very detailed and not hidden at all.

"This man is good!" said the emperor.

What he said was "this person", not "this hundred households" or "this woman". In other words, what the emperor recognized was Chu Qing's character, not her position or gender.

"She also handed over the blast furnace drawings that shocked the Ministry of Industry last time. This person has no selfish motives." The emperor explained.

In this era, every recipe must be kept secret, but it can be passed down from family to family. No one would share it so generously.

Although this approach is not beneficial to social progress and may prevent some skills from being passed on, it can guarantee one's own interests.

"Is the yield per mu of soybeans so low? Only half of that of rice? Also, only eight or nine catties can be produced from one hundred catties. This..."

When the emperor saw the specific figures, he felt a little regretful.

The people's food and clothing is a big deal, so a large amount of land cannot be allocated to grow beans, and the oil yield of soybean oil is so low that it is not suitable for nationwide promotion given the current national strength.

When Dr. Hubu tasted soybean oil, he suggested it to the Minister of Hubu when he returned to Beijing. However, for this reason, the Minister of Hubu did not report it to the emperor.

In the end, the emperor approved the cooperation between the Secret Investigation Department and Chu Qing, but the priority was to ensure the palace's oil consumption.

This is a good thing. The emperor has delicious oil, the Secret Intelligence Department has the money to buy it, and Chu Qing has obtained the special supply license. Hu Hengqiu did not delay, and passed the supply license directly to Chu Qing after getting the supply license from the Purchasing Department.

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Jizhou City.

Chu Qing went to the director's office as usual to order some money. She was very happy when she got a reply from Hu Hengqiu and a supply license. She could save money for Xiaobao!

While walking on the street, I saw an unexpected person, but I was expecting it.

Mr. Nie, Xiaobao's class teacher at Zhouxueli, was walking on the street holding a big box.

His sparse beard was blown into his collar by the wind.

His eyes were staring at something, and his legs were moving mechanically, feeling a little lost.

Chu Yuan asked quietly: "Boss, is that Mr. Xiaobao?"

"Well, it seems that I guessed right. The government school threw him out to take the blame." Chu Qing said.

She guessed that it would be like this. Isn't it the same in modern times? Children often bump into each other in kindergartens, and then the kindergartens do not solve the problem of unsafe facilities, but fire the teachers in order to eliminate the negative effects.

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It seems that these things are done the same way in ancient and modern times!

Instead of going home, she rode on horseback with Chu Yuan and went directly to Wushu Village. She was going to assign a task.

The Chinese New Year will be in just over a month, and a batch of soybean oil must be driven out and sent to the palace before the end of the year. This is a good deal. And you can't give too much, because anything that is too easy to get will be worthless.

After the soybean oil is delivered, everyone can eat it and cannot finish the New Year; only the main masters can use it and still have a little wealth. What should we do? Then we can't eat every meal!

Three meals a day, one of the dishes is made of soybean oil, which gives them a full comparison, so the price of soybean oil can go up!

This time, the oil price was not set. Instead, the purchasing department gave the palace several oil prices as a reference. Chu Qing decided to deliver oil first, and then give it to the palace after the nobles in the palace were well fed.

The price of oil is half a percent lower.

In this way, the purchasing department will also receive rebates, and I can earn a lot more. Otherwise, how much can I get if I give 25% to the Secret Investigation Department?

When we arrived at the Baolu Group, there was a lively scene. Those who pressed oil, burned coke, made bricks, made iron, and delivered goods. More than a thousand people worked together. It was really a grand scene.

The more people there are, the faster the work will go. There are also many people plowing the corn fields. This is very interesting to talk about.

Originally, the nearby villages were plowing the ground after autumn, because it was freezing in winter, so they couldn't do it even if they wanted to. But some of the veterans they recruited recently had their hometowns further north in Jizhou. They ran away as soon as they had free time.

Go dig the ground.

They said that their family would plow the ground in winter to freeze the insects in the soil, so that nothing they plant next year would be plagued by insects.

Seeing their persistence, Lao Yu simply divided them into groups, and everyone took turns to plow the land. There were so many people, they didn't use animal-powered plows, they just threw their arms around with pickaxes.

Thousands of young men would plow the ground as a competition. They would often just give up their jobs, and a large number of them would run away with a shout. Fortunately, there were many farm tools at home, and there were not enough picks and hoes.

Chu Qing looked at it from a distance and felt that life was precious. This was the vitality of the fields full of crops! But Chu Yuan had a different view: "Boss, your business is too small, everyone can only dig in the ground!"

After saying that, Chu Yuan picked up a hoe and ran away. He also wanted to dig the ground.

Young people really have endless strength! Chu Qing looked at them with envy. But when he turned around and saw the calmest people in the family, he was no longer envious. Except for Lao Yu and Lao Zhao, they were forty years old.

He is only in his early thirties.

Among the first ten veterans Hong Liang gave him, there were several in their thirties. They looked much calmer, as if they were in their forties or fifties.

Those in their thirties may not have the heart to get married in modern times. They are all single and good young people. But these days, they are as calm as old men.

That's right, you can become a grandfather in your thirties. Village Chief Wu is only in his early fifties. Isn't his eldest grandson already planning to get married? If it hadn't been delayed by the maternal grandfather's family, he would have discussed getting married a few years earlier.

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Said to be veterans, the youngest of these young men is only eighteen. In Chu Qing's eyes, they are just high school students, full of energy, but these thirty-year-olds are too calm.

Look at yourself again. The body of a 20-year-old should be full of vitality, but the soul of a forty-year-old is restricted by gender by this society. It cannot be said that it is society that restricts you, but more that you restrict yourself.
Chapter completed!