Zhao Zhen was a little surprised. Did he know Princess Pingning's expectations for her son? Although charcoal stoves and charcoal cakes are beneficial to the country's military and civilians, they are still miraculous skills...
Duke Guo of Qi smiled and explained: "The minister was impeached a while ago. After Heng'er knew the whole story, he came up with this method."
"Jingde is so lucky to have a good son..." Zhao Zhen was a little envious. This reminded him of his third son who had just passed away, and his eyes dimmed a lot.
"I remember that Heng'er must be 12 this year, right?"
"The official remembers it correctly."
"Tell Pingning that the next time you enter the palace, take Heng'er with you. Fukang has been talking in my ears. I haven't seen your boy for a long time..."
Princess Fukang?
They are both 14 years old this year, and they will be growing up next year, and the two families are not really related...
"Okay, official."
"Okay, it's okay, you can go."
The emperor picked up a memorial on the desk and read it. After his son-in-law left, he was ready to catch up on his sleep.
After waiting for a while, I found that this guy was still standing where he was, "Is there anything wrong with Jingde?"
Duke Guo of Qi reached out and took out a memorial from his sleeve, "The officials and ministers want to impeach Lu Gongbi, the governor of Kaifeng."
Is this a bargain?
After thinking about it, if I was thrown a blame on my head for no reason, I would not let it go...
After receiving the memorial and reading the beginning, the emperor's face immediately darkened... 183 soldiers and civilians froze to death in Yangwu County, Kaifeng Prefecture for more than a month... Such a big thing has yet to be reported.
‘Bang!’ The memorial was thrown to the ground hard, “Damn it for being so audacious!”
The magistrate of Yangwu County deserves death!
Lu Gongbi deserves to die!
After spraying for a while, the emperor finally calmed down and looked at Qi Guozheng:
"How did Jingde know?"
Afraid that the emperor would misunderstand that he was seeking personal revenge, Duke Guo of Qi hurriedly explained: "At the beginning of the month, Heng'er rescued two beggars. He learned about this when he asked about their identities. The minister was afraid that the beggars would talk nonsense, so he sent his confidants there.
I went to Yangwu County and found that the situation was even worse than what Beggar said..."
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In a large courtyard on Shazhu Lane in the west of Tokyo, Wang Lidong picked up the newly released 'Tokyo Weekly' and read through several pages. The font was very clear, except that the paper was a bit small, about 2 sheets of A4 paper.
It’s not much different from newspapers in previous lives.
He asked the bookstore manager on the side: "How many copies can be printed in one hour now?"
The manager of the printing shop smiled and replied: "Back to my young master, if the three printing machines are started at the same time, they can print 700 copies in an hour."
It's a big improvement compared to the previous two days, but it's still a little slow. If there are all skilled workers, one machine can print 600 copies in an hour.
"Today's weekly magazine will be released two hours in advance."
"Okay, little father-in-law"
After leaving the printing shop and getting on the carriage, Buwei followed him into the carriage.
Seeing that the little guy was hesitant to speak, Wang Lidong said with a smile: "Just say what you want to say!"
Buwei whispered: "Young master, I'd better not come to this printing shop from now on. If anything happens, leave it to the younger one."
Wang Lidong said: "Are you worried that someone will know that I am the owner of this printing shop?"
Buwei nodded and said worriedly, "Although we are very careful every time we come here, as time goes by, there is no guarantee that nothing will go wrong.
Even if we don’t know that the young master is the owner of this printing shop, if he comes here too often and someone sees him, and the news reaches the ears of the princess, the young master is fine, and the young one will inevitably get a beating..."
A meal?
What a beautiful thing to think about!
If he really wants his cheap old lady to know that he is the owner of Tokyo Weekly, he will definitely peel off the skin of Buwei and a few big maids.
"Okay, I will leave this printing shop to you from now on."
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Not long after the morning meeting ended, many rough men appeared in various streets and alleys in Tokyo, pushing two-wheeled carts and wearing a yellow vest with 'Qi's Carbon Industry' printed on the front and back.
Stop shouting the slogan 'Buy charcoal cakes and get a stove'.
"Hey, man, what kind of stove do you want to give me?"
Seeing that business was coming, a man in a yellow vest hurriedly pushed the cart to the entrance of a small courtyard. He took out a briquette stove from a bamboo basket fixed next to the cart's wheels and said, "Madam, look at this, a cast iron stove."
"
When she heard that it belonged to Tie Dou, the old woman hurriedly knelt down and touched the furnace body. She was really not lying. Her eyes immediately shone and she said, "How do you send it away?"
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the stove and lifted it up. It was quite heavy!
I estimate it's at least 20 pounds.
"Ouch! Man, this charcoal fire is really strong!"
The old woman felt her right hand holding the stove burning. She quickly put down the stove and raised her hand to blow on it.
"Auntie, this is still the smallest anger. If you really let go, your hands will be burned just now."
"Tell me quickly, how to deliver this stove?"
The yellow vest’s ‘babababa’ talked about the promotion plan.
There are two options: one is to buy 300 charcoal cakes at a time and get the iron stove for free.
Another option is to buy 100 charcoal cakes at a time, get half the iron stove for free, and only charge 60 cents for 120 cents.
The yellow vest used his feet to lift the stove at his feet, "Auntie, this stove uses more than 5 kilograms of pig iron alone. The current price of iron is 30 Wen/jin. If it burns out after more than ten years, it can still be sold for 150 Wen.
..."
Seeing that there were several old women and old men gathered around him unknowingly, one of them interrupted: "You just said that this stove costs 120 yuan, so can I just buy your stove?"
The man in the yellow vest smiled and said: "This old man, as long as you give me 120 yuan, there is a new one in the car. You can pick it up on the spot."
"There's a new one, show it to me."
The yellow vest picked up a new one from the car, and the old man took it, lifted it, and looked at it carefully for a while. According to his 40 years of experience in blacksmithing, it weighed at least 4 and a half kilograms.
"Man, if you sell a stove, you will lose one. If you don't make any money, what are you trying to do?"
"I'm just a delivery boy. Whether the stove loses money or not is our employer's concern."
"Who is your boss?"
"If it breaks after a few days of use, who should I call?"
"..."
The old man is like a curious baby, he keeps talking...
The group of people surrounding me kept asking questions, but no one was willing to pay.
The yellow vest's head swelled when he was asked, and his anger gradually grew, "Uncle, do you want to buy it or not?"
"Alas~~ Man, I can't ask for such an expensive thing."
"When you go to buy an iron pot, why don't you ask the man where the iron in the pot is made from?"
"I actually asked."
grass!
The yellow vest picked up the new stove in front of the old man, stuffed it back into the car, and then put the burning coal stove back into the basket.
"Every official praised our stove when they saw it. Could it be that his taste is not as good as yours?"