Song Liyun showed Zhao Tingduo and Wan Youyou her income in Broken Gold Town.
Ten thousand taels of silver!
Zhao Tingduo was happy for her.
The tribe's good income this year was inseparable from Song Liyun's efforts, but it was only because of the huge expenditure that there was not much left.
This is just the beginning. Once the construction of Mida City is completed, it will be a cornucopia.
Wan Youyou's eyes widened when she saw it.
She was a good granddaughter in front of the Minister of Etiquette. She bought clothes and jewelry from the public to show off her appearance when she went out, but she didn't have much money on her body.
Even her mother only had three taels of silver per month, and she had to pay a lot of money to buy medicine.
Now seeing that the young lady has a net worth of tens of thousands, she admires her from the bottom of her heart.
As far as earning money is concerned, what right do Tang Qingyuan and his other noble ladies have to look down on women from military households?
Facing Song Liyun, who was barely two years older than herself but had the ability to earn ten thousand taels of silver a year, Wan Youyou felt challenged.
She was a talented girl who had been taught by famous teachers in the capital, how could she lose to a military girl who could only write some simple words.
Especially knowing that most of the money was obtained by Song Liyun working with others to refine tribal furs and wool.
She wanted to come to Song Liyun's windmill design and thought about it day and night.
Wan Youyou wants to prove to others that she is no worse than others.
Song Liyun has always encouraged and supported healthy competition, and she is not afraid that Wan Youyou will surpass her.
Wan Youyou is very smart, good at learning, and has a talent for learning mechanics without a teacher.
Song Liyun not only gave Wan Youyou a complete set of windmill mechanical drawings, but also information on Jenny's spinning wheel drawings, as well as basic mechanics knowledge.
Those endlessly changing gears and shafts instantly fascinated Miss Wan.
Song Liyun's money ledger was 10,000 yuan, but no cash came back.
She has already invested everything, so Han Ming and Shopkeeper Mu should get things done.
She bought two mountains and a village in Qili County using Lady Yun's account.
With two mountains, there is no need to worry about wood, so a carton production factory and a feed factory were added to the mountains. This will also be her main industry in the future.
The Bahrain tribe wants to build a dairy farm, and the forage will be supplied by Xiaoshi Village.
Although the journey takes two days and seems a bit far, the acquisition in Xiaoshi Village is free of charge.
In this era, manpower is the most worthless, and it is nothing more than a steady stream of transportation by bullock carts.
Song Dequan has already taken over the labor market. He is an official in Qingping Town and has high credibility, so he can recruit people at will.
Luo Baihu also took a fancy to the transportation route, but what he wanted was from Ruijin Town to Kala Mountain.
Song Liyun suspected that this was the same as when Zhao Tinglei said he would station troops in the Mida Valley when the city was united.
In this way, the Zhenbei Army had rest stops and logistical supplies, and large-scale infantry could enter the grassland.
From Hecheng to Mida Valley.
From Broken Gold Town to Kala Mountain.
Troops were stationed on both sides, and a large area of the vast Dilu Grassland was within the distance of the Zhenbei Army.
The Yunzhou border adjacent to this grassland can ensure safety.
Song Liyun did not agree for the time being, and Zhao Tinglei had to discuss this matter with Mrs. Ya and Zhao Tingduo.
The wooden house brought by Lin Qingyuan was built, and the carpet workshop and spinning workshop used the spacious and bright rooms for the first time.
The children have a yurt for learning, with a stove and a sand table ready for practicing calligraphy.
For the first time, the sound of reading aloud rang out in the tribe.
Stimulated by hope, everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with blood, and they were busy despite the cold. There was no longer the time that cats had in winter.
Two months later, the first windmill was erected on the tribe's hillside.
There is no large crane, the windmill is only fifteen meters high and the fan blades are two meters high.
In the strong spring wind, the wooden blades rotate slowly, driving the internal wooden bearing gears.
Power is transmitted into the wooden house below through gears of different sizes.
The grinding stone plate flew around, scattering white highland barley noodles, and the tribe cheered loudly.
Elder Shan looked at the mill plate that rotated automatically without anyone pushing the horse. He shook his beard and looked up to the sky with a long smile: "This is the power of the gods!"
In two months, Wan Youyou no longer looked like a noble lady from the capital.
His head was covered with braids of red and green agate, and he had a red face. He ran around with a charcoal pencil in his mouth, and from time to time he put his hands on his hips and yelled at the craftsmen on the windmill and the tribesmen carrying wood below.
Under the windmill, in addition to the rolling disc, there is also a spinning machine that is being assembled.
This was what Song Liyun and Zhao Tingduo saw when they came back from the Mudan tribe.
"They are both noble ladies from the capital, why are they so different?"
Song Liyun sighed as he looked at Wan Youyou who was shouting around and making everyone miserable.
Zhao Tingduo's expression remained unchanged: "One is a master based on his ability, and the other is not even a good person, who can he blame!
Let’s go and tell Auntie, it’s time to send some news to Aunt Xu!”
The two rode horses towards Madam Wuya's tent.
Yesterday, the Mudan tribe sent news that Jiang Wanru, the maidservant of the Wu Dynasty who was rewarded by Uda, died.
In the cold winter, a servant girl died.
But this maid was sent by the Uda tribe and was not an ordinary slave. She needed to report to the clan leader.
Mrs. Wu Ya once said that even if Tang Qingluan and the others gave rewards to others, they would not let it go. Now that the news of his death came, Song Liyun and Zhao Tingduo went to personally investigate the cause.
This is Song Liyun's first time to go to Mudan tribe.
Although the two places are only separated by dozens of miles, she has never been here. The reason is very simple.
The Mudan tribe is the real Di tribe, different from the Wuda tribe that has assimilated with the Zhenbei Army.
The two tribes are separated by dozens of miles, but they seem to be separated by several worlds.
Here Song Liyun saw the slaves curled up in the cattle pen with cowhide ropes tied to their ankles.
She had only heard Zhao Tingduo talk about slaves, and then the mark on Xiao Shitou's face.
I just thought that I had seen the chaos of the end of the world and could accept slaves as a product.
But seeing the most primitive living conditions with my own eyes still makes my teeth feel cold.
No wonder Zhao Tingduo doesn't want her to go to other tribes.
Jiang Wanru's body is still lying in the yurt where she lived.
Song Liyun did not walk over, but only glanced at it from a distance.
Jiang Wanru hanged himself, and his death was unpleasant.
On the wooden couch covered with sheepskin mattresses, there were piled several pieces of women's clothes from the Wu Dynasty. The silks and satins were torn into strips, and broken hairpin jewelry was scattered on the ground.
These were all done by Jiang Wanru herself.
Song Liyun took one look at the scene and nodded to Shitou who was following him. Shitou immediately began to communicate fluently in Di dialect with the people from the Mudan tribe next to him.
The servant girl who was responsible for taking care of Jiang Wanru had several bloodstains of different shades on her face, including dry scars and fresh wounds.
The woman trembled and said: "Dear Madam Wuda, my servants serve Madam Wanru seriously every day, but Madam Wanru neither eats meat nor drinks milk tea. She only eats live vegetables and fresh fruits."
The servant girl of the Mudan tribe didn't know what live vegetables and fresh fruits were, so she could only find leek flower sauce and shallot sauce made in the summer, and tried hard to satisfy the appetite of this new girl from the Wu Dynasty.
However, when Jiang Wanru saw the bowl of chive sauce that had been salted into a dark brown paste, she immediately became furious, shouting and crying.
Not only did she leave Jiang all over her body, but she also scratched other people's faces.
The servant girl was so aggrieved that she cried.
She is not a servant who serves others. Just because she knows a few words of Wu Dynasty dialect, she was called by the leader to take care of Jiang Wanru, so that she can get an extra bowl of highland barley noodles at home every day.
She originally thought that Jiang Wanru, who looked like a flower, would be easy to get along with, but what she didn't expect was that this woman despised everything she touched, saying everything was dirty, and asked to wash it with ice water every day.
In the past two months, not only has she not recovered from her injuries, but the Mudan tribe has also suffered a lot.
After the Mudantou man slept with Jiang Wanru once, he stopped approaching her and only brought clothes and jewelry from the Wu Dynasty to comfort her.
Two months have passed and everyone is tired of struggling, even the self-proclaimed Jiang Wanru is tired!
Song Liyun thought cold-bloodedly: That's good! Jiang Wanru doesn't have to suffer anymore.