The further west you go from Pingxiang, the colder the weather becomes.
Lingju Castle in Jincheng County had already received a light snowfall in October.
Based on last year's experience, Dongfeng Express has already prepared winter clothing, as well as various pickles, grains, and even Yuexi's specialty: pickled fish.
This year's Dongfeng Express no longer only uses Yunnan horses as a means of transportation.
As the chairman of Dongfeng Express and in control of various tribes in Longyou, how could Feng Junhou waste the resources he had at hand?
Therefore, this year the Qiang Protector School's Office cooperated with Dongfeng Express and introduced a good policy.
That is, as long as each tribe gathers enough manpower and material resources, they can then report to the Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion.
Help Dongfeng Express transport goods from Qishanbao to Jincheng, Xiping, Xiaoguan and other places.
When they arrive at the farm, Dongfeng Express will give them a unique ticket.
With the ticket, you can go to the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion to redeem various things.
What can be done to offset previous debts, exchange for grain, wool, or even salt, etc.
This policy was praised by the Hu brothers in Longyou, who believed that Feng Langjun was providing benefits to himself in disguise.
At least this year everyone can make some extra money and eat more food during the Chinese New Year than last year.
"Brother, are we going to increase the price of this wool?"
After delivering the last batch of supplies, Xu Xun entered the house, took off his sheepskin hat, shook the woolen cloak on his body, and rinsed away the fine snow particles.
The house in Lingju is not as good as in Pingxiang, let alone Nanxiang.
In addition to taking advantage of the privilege to make a big kang temporarily, the daily way to stay warm is to sit by the fire and warm yourself up.
"Did you eat leopard gallbladder?"
Feng Yong was roasting a leg of lamb, and when he heard Xu Xun's words, he didn't even raise his eyelids.
"The supply of wool to the army is a contract. If you dare to raise the price halfway, your family will hang you up and beat you."
Feng Junhou was simply convinced by this guy.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been running express delivery for too long and I’ve gotten into the businessman’s spirit, but if I keep my mouth shut, the price will go up.
Labor is rising.
Dry food, rising.
Now the woolen materials will also increase.
Feng Yong felt that this guy would one day be swollen to death.
"That's not what I'm talking about."
Xu Xun took off his cloak, leaned in front of the fire, and stretched out his hand to warm himself.
"What I mean is that our raw materials are difficult to supply to the army, so we have to squeeze out a share and sell them to Soochow."
"Not to mention the road from Longyou to Guanzhong, even the road to Jincheng is hard to find."
"So why can't the price of the wool we sell to Soochow increase?"
Selling wool to Soochow is a semi-political mission. After all, we have to import coarse sugar from them, so it’s not a loss.
Feng Yong was too lazy to deal with this money-hungry guy.
"Last year we were able to get a batch of low-grade wool from the workshop in Nanzheng, but now the guys in Nanzheng are selling even low-grade wool."
When Xu Xun saw Feng Yongyong talking, he muttered without giving up and expressed his strong dissatisfaction with Nanzheng Workshop.
"I just sell that low-grade wool, but the price is ridiculously expensive."
"I don't know how dark my heart is to do such a thing. And those who bought it with money, I don't know if they are fools..."
"Say less!" Feng Yong scolded, "Nanzheng Workshop is run by the government. Can you give me advice on how to make it?"
Xu Xun was so frightened that he turned around and looked at the door to make sure there was no outsider, then he laughed and said, "Isn't this just for my brother?"
Feng Yong said "tsk" and secretly thought that these guys are really getting bolder and bolder.
Sure enough, the greed of capital makes people have no scruples.
In the past, under the high pressure of Old Demon Zhuge, who would have dared to say such a thing?
Now that Xu Xun said this, there may not be some people behind him who want it.
"Isn't the workshop in Pingxiang already in operation?"
Feng Yong turned over the leg of lamb and gave Xu Xun an even more sinister idea, "Which workshop can produce quality wool for the first time?"
"Won't you think of a way to collect those unqualified wool materials in advance?"
Xu Xun was a little puzzled, "But brother, even if this kind of wool is not good, then isn't the Hu man's treasure still tight?"
"In addition, my brother took the low-grade wool produced in the Nanzheng workshop last year to fool the Hu people. Who among those rich people is not smart? How could they let go?"
Sheep breeding in this era was far inferior to that of later generations.
Not to mention the yield and quality of wool.
Even though there are five wool spinning workshops in Pingxiang, in terms of size, they may not be even half as big as the Nanxiang workshop.
Half of Longyou's wool will be taken away by the government, and most of it will be given to Nanzheng Workshop.
However, Nanzheng Workshop's government-run operation, management concepts, management methods, production efficiency, and even market acumen are far from comparable to Nanxiang Workshop.
Not to mention that Nanxiang Workshop has a top CEO like Li Mu.
Therefore, the rate of defective wool produced by Nanzheng Workshop every year is very high.
When it comes to quality, the fineness of the wool produced by Nanxiang Workshop is far superior to that of Nanzheng.
Feng Yong sneered, "Haha", "If the Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion can do this kind of thing, can others do it too?"
Last year, how many barbarian tribesmen in Longyou had no food to eat and no clothes to wear?
The Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion did that last year for the sake of the overall situation and so that the Hu brothers could have something to keep out the cold during the winter.
You civilians also want to do this. Have you asked the Qiang Protector's Office for their opinions?
Can you afford it if something goes wrong and causes dissatisfaction if you use bad materials to fool the Hu brothers?
From a political point of view, the Qiang Protector's Office would not allow aristocratic families to mix with the Qiang and Hu.
Reach out to chop off your hands, stretch out your feet to chop off your feet.
The purpose of giving them such great benefits was not to please them, but to use their path to open roads to Wei, Wu, and even the grasslands and the Western Regions.
Domestic sales are impossible. Before the unification of the world, it is impossible for them to sell domestically. Only exports can maintain a living standard.
The right to sell domestically can only be in the hands of oneself, cough, cough, the government.
"ah?"
Xu Xun was stunned when he heard this.
He really couldn't believe that such a thing could be said like this.
He couldn't understand something.
"You don't understand." Feng Yong waved his hand, "Just go to your sister-in-law and they will make arrangements."
Using the origin of raw materials and the dumping place of products as bait, semi-forced the aristocratic families to expand outward, giving them a strong desire to unify.
With Xu Xun's IQ, it's normal that he can't understand this concept.
With Zhang Xingyi's political talent, he might understand something after studying the things in his bookcase.
"Which sister-in-law?"
Xu Xun didn't really expect to understand what was going on inside.
Because even though I didn’t quite understand what I heard, I still felt it was a bit perceptive.
My brother's insidiousness, ah, no, I mean, my brother's foresight is obvious to all.
"Which sister-in-law is there? Of course it's Zhang. Well, don't you only have one sister-in-law?"
Xu Xun suddenly said, "I understand, I understand! I understand everything!"
This bastard actually allowed himself to accidentally let something slip, which is really an unforgivable crime.
"First go to Pingxiang to find Sister Guan to clarify, and then go to Nanxiang to find Li Mu."
Feng Junhou emphasized the word "pass" very seriously.
"Nanxiang Workshop is now responsible for supplying the weavers and handymen needed by Pingxiang Workshop."
"If someone doesn't even sell us bad materials, then... Li Mu will naturally know how to do it."
Xu Xun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "I understand, I understand, Sister-in-law Guan and Sister-in-law Li!"
Feng Yong was furious and kicked him over.
Xu Xun was kicked, but he came back together like a normal person and smiled.
Just talking about the weavers and handymen, Xu Xun remembered something again.
"Brother, are the weavers and handymen in Pingxiang workshop really just considered hired workers? After paying off the debts, do we really want to let them go free?"
"The decree issued by the Prime Minister himself is still false?"
From the perspective of the workshop owner, he naturally wishes that everything in the workshop is his own, including the personal freedom of the weavers and handymen, and even his heart, liver and spleen.
But from the perspective of industry development, and even from the perspective of a big man, this is a short-sighted behavior.
Feng Yong was very fortunate that due to his special circumstances, the big man not only was not kidnapped by the aristocratic family, he even took the initiative to weaken the constraints of the aristocratic family.
So this short-sighted behavior was stopped by state power.
"You will understand in the future that this is for everyone's good."
Since Xu Xun talked about this, Feng Yong didn't mind talking more.
He took out his dagger, cut off a piece of mutton, handed it to Xu Xun, then cut another piece of roasted skin and put it in his mouth.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Feng Yong said, "It's not like you don't know the situation in Nanxiang. How many weavers have become free in the past two years?"
"But who wants to leave? Everyone else is trying their best to squeeze in."
"The taxes collected by Nanxiang are increasing year by year. Last year, for example, it was only lower than Jincheng."
"The government has not collected less taxes," Feng Yong pointed at himself again, "but the income of those industries in Nanxiang is also increasing year by year."
"Why? It's because those weavers, handymen, etc. who have become free. Since they have become free, they don't need to eat anymore?"
"With the money the workshop gives them every month, don't they still have to use it to buy clothes, briquettes, and furniture?"
"It's not like you don't know that the food that people from the workshops eat, wear, and live in are better than those of the old rich people in the country."
"Where do these things come from? Are they all grown by themselves? Are they made by themselves? Are they not all bought from us?"
The so-called free agents are those who do not even own farmland. What else can they do besides selling their labor power?
As a capitalist, you earn surplus value with one hand and sell products to them with the other hand.
The money and food previously distributed to them were collected in another way.
This money and food circulates in a circle, and in the end it can stimulate production through consumption. Isn't it delicious?
After listening to Feng Yong's nagging for a while, Xu Xun became more and more confused. He counted on his fingers but didn't understand.
This attracted Feng Yong's contempt.
This is the great dragon-slaying technique, you ancients know nothing about it!
It's not that Xu Xun didn't understand anything, at least he understood one thing: that the money and food eventually returned to his hands, and he even gained a good reputation.
"Brother, this kind of art of managing the world is really a unique skill from ancient times!"
Xu Xun slapped his thigh, his face full of surprise.
Feng Yong laughed and didn't answer.
It is certain that it is an ancient secret, but he only talked about the first half.
In the second half, he didn’t mention a word about “the proletariat uniting”.
This is an inevitable trend of social form and a historical necessity. It would be useless even if he said it in advance.
Anyway, when it comes to that point, his bones will turn into ashes for who knows how many years.
Hundreds of years later, even if someone wanted to dig up his grave, they would only get ashes at most. Feng Junhou was fearless!
The cold winter in Liangzhou cannot resist the enthusiasm of the brothers.
A few days after Xu Xun left, several brothers braved the severe cold and ran over to visit Feng Junhou, who was guarding his residence, regardless of the long distance.
"Brother!"
As soon as Zhao Guang entered the house, he wanted to pounce on him regardless of the cold air brought in from outside.
"Brother, you want to harm me!"
Then Feng Yong put on a defensive posture and pushed him away.
"Wenxuan, why are you here too?"
The two brothers Li Yi and Li Qiu who followed behind were much more polite.
They all saluted Feng Yong: "I've met my brother."
"Sit down, everyone," Feng Yong greeted, "There is hot water over there and tea on the table. You can pour whatever you want to drink."
"I don't like being served by others, so I do it myself. This is the milk tea I made in the morning. Drinking it can ward off the cold."
Zhao Guang poured a bowl of milk tea without any politeness and drank it all in one go.
Then he exhaled and said, "Delicious!"
The resentment that had just been pushed away by his brother was swept away.
"Brother, this milk tea is really the best soup. I heard that in the Hu tribe, only the most distinguished guests will bring it out."
Zhao Guang poured another bowl on his own, "Two months ago, I went to visit the pasture north of Pingxiang."
"When the commander-in-chief of those tribes heard that my brother and I were brothers, he even took out the last bit of tea leaves in the tribe."
Zhao Guang extended his thumb and said, "Brother's name is really more valuable to the Hu tribe than real money and silver!"
"But when it comes to this milk tea, my brother's place is the best!"
After Zhao Guang finished speaking, he drank another bowl.
Feng Yongyong ignored him and only looked at Li Yi and Li Qiu, "I thought Xinhou (Li Qiu) came alone, but I didn't expect Wenxuan to come with him."
Conquering Jincheng and Xiping is not the end of the world.
He still had to have someone send the news back, and finally he had to wait for the imperial court to decide on the governors of the two counties.
Therefore, in the past two months, in addition to leading the army to guard Lingju and putting pressure on Wuwei, Feng Yong was actually waiting for the Jincheng prefect to take over.
Li Qiu, who was originally promoted from the magistrate of Nanxiang County to the chief historian of Hanzhong, was now promoted to the prefect of Jincheng County.
If the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty did not consider the factor of protecting Qiang Colonel Feng Yong, many people would not believe it.
Anyway, everyone now knows that the group of people who first followed Feng Junhou are now the best among the younger generation of Han Dynasty.
As the new governor of Jincheng, Li Qiu came to take over the handover with Feng Yong, which was natural.
But Li Yi also came over, which surprised Feng Yong.
Li Yi took a vacation and went back to Nanzhong to visit Li Hui. At the same time, he and Zhao Guang got married on the same day.
I heard that Jincheng was quite lively at that time.
The Li family in Nanzhong has truly become a prominent family.
Li Hui was the governor of Nanzhong, Li Yi joined the army in the Prime Minister's Office, and Li Qiu was the prefect of Jincheng.
At the same time, Li Yi also married a young lady from the He family.
Although this He family does not represent the He family in Shu on the surface.
But everyone knows that the third brother of the He family is now Zhuge Lao Yao's dog, and he will bite whoever he asks.
A few days ago, Feng Yong cooperated with the Li family in Longxi. Li Mu personally performed the operation, and the father and son He Wang and He Shen from the third room of the He family provided ammunition.
He directly brought down the Li family clan in Shuzhong, and he is still angry to this day.
Because of the three families of the He family, the He family in Sichuan is actually now in a state of division.
Many side branches followed the father and son He Wang and He Shen.
Coupled with the marriage between the Nanzhong Li family and a branch of the He family, I wonder if the head of the He family's clan will curse mmp in his heart now?
Anyway, the two major surnames in Shu, the He and Li families, were just torn apart.
For the direct clan clan, this situation is like the sky is falling.
But for the side branches who have benefited, I would like to express my cautious welcome.
Compared to the people in the clan living well, I definitely prefer that I live a good life, right?
Emperor Xiaowu's favor order was originally an unsolvable conspiracy in the world.
The alliance between the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty and King Feng Gui also feels like a big push for favor.
I represent the wheel of history, and you cannot stop it.
The situation was not a good one, but a great one, but there was a trace of worry that could not be hidden in Li Yi's eyes.
There were all his brothers in the room, and Li Yi didn't hide anything: "Brother, I went back to Nanzhong to visit you. Your body really can't hold on any longer."
As soon as these words came out, even Zhao Guang looked over.
This whole journey, Li Wenxuan didn't even mention a word, keeping him well hidden!
