The reason why Feng Tubiao thought that Zhuge Lao Yao was doing it for Nanzhong was entirely because he knew that after Zhuge Lao Yao pacified Nanzhong, it could be regarded as the first time that it was under the effective rule of the Han Dynasty.
Although it can only be regarded as a rough rule of law, the Yi and Han people are rough.
In order to achieve the purpose of appeasing the barbarians, Zhuge Lao Yao made the Nanzhong barbarians learn oxen farming and more advanced textile technology for the first time on a large scale.
Before that, although there were some saying that experienced officials could also farm and weave, for the whole of Nanzhong, raw officials still accounted for the majority.
So the old demon Zhuge now wants the drawings of the spinning wheel and loom in Feng Yong's hands. If it's not to prepare in advance, what else could it be?
"If the people from Jincheng want to join the textile workshop, there is a condition."
Ma Su gently knocked on the table and said again.
"Didn't you say that the Prime Minister loves me?"
Feng Tubiao knew that things were not that simple.
"Listen to me first."
Ma Di was really too lazy to argue with this guy, "The share of wool weaving needs to be changed."
"How much change?"
Feng Yong tilted his head and asked.
A score of 37 points is definitely not acceptable. If it is a score of 46 points, it is barely acceptable for the sake of the old demon Zhuge sending it.
It’s only one year anyway, so if you make less, just make less.
After all, Pingnanzhong also needs money.
"Before September this year, it will be thirty-seven points, you will be three, and the imperial court will be seven. After September, it will be seventy-three points, you will be seven, and the imperial court will be three."
Uh-huh!
Feng Yong's eyes widened again, this time he was really confused.
"why is that?"
In total, it's basically still 50-50. Because around September, it's the time to harvest the second batch of wool.
Of course, if you really think about it, Feng Yong may have lost a little bit. After all, after harvesting the first batch of wool in the spring, there will still be some sporadic wool delivered later.
But this is not important, because the old demon Zhuge sent himself a group of Han people, which was very important to Feng Yong who lacked labor force, especially those skilled in spinning and weaving.
But why did Zhuge Lao Yao change the method of dividing woolen cloth?
"This has nothing to do with you. I just ask you, are you willing to divide it this way?"
"Prefect Ma, is the food for the Han Dynasty ripe again this year?"
Feng Yong did not answer Ma Su's words, but asked a question without knowing anything.
"Although it is still some time before the wheat harvest, it seems that we can only harvest a little more than last year."
When Ma Su said this, his eyes became even more complicated, "Speaking of which, the curved shaft plow and the eight-oxen plow are indeed powerful tools for farming."
Well, deep plowing is indeed beneficial to harvesting more grain, and Dujiangyan is indeed a great project.
If you want to pacify Nanzhong, the first influencing factor is money and food.
The money from selling the eight-niu plow, plus the woolen cloth that can be used as hard currency from Feng Yong this year, I think the finances will not be too tight.
Feng Yong suddenly realized that Old Demon Zhuge was so ambitious when he had some capital!
As soon as I saw that I had some money and food in my hands this year, I started sharpening my sword.
Thinking of this, Feng Tubao asked tentatively, "Prefect Ma, there are so many people in my place and they want to stock up on more food. Do you think so?"
Ma Su stared at Feng Yong expressionlessly, and after a while he said, "What did you think of?"
Feng Yong shook his head, "I don't know anything. I only know that the people of Jincheng are coming over. I don't have enough food, so I need to buy more."
There's going to be a war!
Food prices are going to rise!
The old demon Zhuge is probably planning to plot against the aristocratic family again.
We just talked about seclusion and colonization last year. We will start sharpening our swords this year and go south next spring...
Last year, news of the war was flying all over the sky. Among those with some capital in Sichuan, which one didn't collect a batch of grain?
Unexpectedly, Old Demon Zhuge first united with Soochow, and then went into seclusion and colonization. The high food prices supported by the rumors of the war fell directly, and the aristocratic family who was preparing to make a lot of money suffered a huge loss on the spot.
Moming, who was about to watch the show, was on the blacklist of a wealthy family in Sichuan, and he also had the gangster nickname of "Qiang Lingjun Feng Langjun".
Seeing that the curved shaft plow and the eight-oxen plow were used in Shuzhong this year, and the grain harvest was even more than last year, the slogan of seclusion and colonization is still fresh in my ears.
It is estimated that there is still some grain harvested at a high price last year, so no one will think of collecting more grain.
Feng Yong thought of this and finally understood why Old Demon Zhuge wanted to divide the money in such a way.
Around September, almost all the grain for the year is harvested. It’s a bumper harvest, and no one is collecting grain. How high can the price of grain be?
So Zhuge Yao planned to use the woolen cloth that Feng Yong worked hard to produce to stockpile a large amount of grain...
When spring starts tomorrow and the news of the Southern Expedition comes out, the wealthy people in Shu will realize that they have missed out on a good deal.
And Feng Tibi, who provided ammunition to Old Demon Zhuge, is probably going to be blacklisted in bold by the Sichuan clan again.
If you can't escape, then enjoy it.
Feng Tubiao thought, since I'm lying on the gun again, let's drink some soup.
"Except for you and me, no one else is allowed to know what happened today."
Before Ma Su left, he stressed several times.
"I understand! Don't worry, Governor Ma. I don't know anything. I just bought some food for the textile workshop."
In a large courtyard, I saw several old soldiers shouting slogans, and a group of children followed the slogans, kicking their legs and bending hard, all with serious faces.
In their simple minds, if an old soldier can chop down a tree with a knife, he must be really capable.
Naturally, you have to learn the physical training techniques that have been passed down to you. In the future, you might be able to be like an old soldier and kill a thief with your left hand and a rebel with your right hand on the battlefield.
So awesome!
Not far behind them is one of the best houses in Nanxiang County.
The house is covered with green tiles, the walls are made of red bricks, and the outside is plastered with a layer of lime.
Seen from a distance, it is white and extremely beautiful.
At least in the eyes of most people in Nanxiang County, they think this is the most beautiful house in the world.
Outside the large courtyard that is regarded as a campus, a group of peers were either standing at the entrance of the courtyard or climbing into the trees, all looking at the jumping children with envy and longing.
The children inside finally stopped, lined up in two lines again, faced the courtyard door, and began to run out.
The children who gathered around the entrance of the compound immediately dispersed, for fear of blocking the people coming out from inside.
After running around the textile workshop, I returned to the yard and stood in front of a big house with a sign saying "canteen".
"Ah, oh, uh...start reading."
Then the childish voice sounded, "a, o, e..."
After reciting the initials and vowels, with the consent of the old soldiers, they began to enter the canteen in batches.