After making up his mind, Li Zhufeng began to hesitate about his ambition.
After all, fighting is his specialty.
Except for the battle in Beiyuan that year, he had never lost.
What's more, Chen Guoshui's army is already stretched.
It is far different from the Daqian Navy. This time I went, basically to collect the credit.
Therefore, there must be some credit. The key is how to maximize this credit.
After all, he, Old Li, was serious about marrying the princess and was not just talking about it.
"How about showing the enemy weakness first, but actually secretly setting up an ambush, and when the time comes, you can seize the opportunity and wipe out Chen Guo's naval forces?"
"Tsk, isn't that a little too adventurous?"
"No matter, whether Changkong can marry the princess depends on this time, how can we hesitate to move forward?"
"If a person dies and a bird looks up to the sky, he will not die for tens of thousands of years. Let's fight!"
At this moment, Li Zhufeng was very satisfied and ready to do something big.
As a result, after five days, it was over, completely over.
The emperor's intention, clearly written in the imperial edict, was to recruit 30,000 soldiers on his own, and then take the Ministry of War ship to go south to fight against Chen.
There are only two things in total, recruiting new soldiers and going south to fight against Chen.
Judging from Li Zhufeng's many years of military experience, the 30,000 recruits probably will not go to the battlefield.
At most, it is to supplement the troops on the frontier. Those who actually fight on the ships of the Ministry of War must be veterans on the frontier.
But, even so, this soldier must be recruited!
If we don’t recruit enough 30,000 people, we won’t even be able to get the Ministry of War’s ships!
But five full days passed before we could recruit 10,000 people!
According to this progress, it will be impossible to recruit more than 30,000 soldiers before ten days.
Li Zhufeng's complacency was all gone.
There was only so much sorrow left in my heart that I couldn't even eat.
One day, Li Changkong came home from the East Palace on duty.
At the dinner table, I saw my father looking worried.
For half an hour, I just sighed and didn't eat.
Li Changkong saw it and said nothing.
But after finishing the meal, he found Butler Yang and asked, "What happened to my father?"
"I was ordered to recruit 30,000 new soldiers within ten days, but now it has been five days, and we have only managed to recruit 10,000 people."
"If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet the requirements of the imperial edict." Butler Yang also became worried, and his face full of worry was almost carved out of the same mold as Li Zhufeng.
"Why can't we recruit people? Is it possible that it is too dangerous to go south to fight against Chen this time, and the soldiers don't want to go?"
"No way. This time I went south to fight against the ministers, basically just to take credit for my merits. This matter has been spread all over the place."
"The soldiers don't want to go, they just... don't want to take the boat."
"Don't want to take a boat? Why?" Li Changkong frowned slightly and made some guesses.
"Young master, you don't know that this time we go south to fight against Chen, we start from the East China Sea, along the waters of our country, all the way south to the Xiangjiang River."
"This means we have to go to sea!"
"Once you go to sea, you will inevitably encounter epidemics. Often, no more than half of the people in a boat will survive!"
"Besides, the food brought up from the land will go rancid in just a few days."
"It's hard for the soldiers to swallow it, but they have to eat it!"
"If you have a bad stomach and are at sea, the probability of contracting the disease will be much higher."
"In this way, it is really true that there is a life to go and no life to come back."
"Big guy, who dares to go?"
When Li Changkong heard this, his frown relaxed.
"I know, I'll figure it out."
"Ah?" Butler Yang was dumbfounded when he heard this.
To be honest, although my young master has indeed done a few real things in the past few days, it is not as ridiculous as before.
But... this matter involving the military is not a child's play, and nothing should be done carelessly.
How dare the young master boast?
If something goes wrong, I'm afraid the court will issue an order to punish you.
Butler Yang felt uneasy, but he also knew that it was useless to tell the young master about this matter, he had to tell the master.
At least the master is sensible and knows how to deal with it.
So he bowed and saluted and said, "You little man, don't worry."
After saying that, he turned around and left. He left in a hurry and went straight to Li Zhufeng's study.
Li Changkong had no time to care what Butler Yang thought, but was analyzing the important information in what he just said.
First, the epidemic!
Getting sick when going to sea is not unique to the Daqian Dynasty, but a common phenomenon.
This is due to lack of vitamins, just bring some citrus.
If you are worried that the citrus will spoil, you can grind it into powder and soak it in water for consumption.
Secondly, the food tastes terrible!
Ordinary people would probably only think that what Butler Yang said made sense.
Is this food that has been spoiled for several days not unpalatable?
Even if it is dry food steamed buns, no one wants to eat them after being stored for more than ten or twenty days, let alone other food?
How can this be solved? This can't be solved at all. It's better to ask God for mercy as soon as possible to avoid recruiting these 30,000 new soldiers.
But...Li Changkong is not an ordinary person, he is...a potential profiteer!
He smelled a business opportunity from here!
Since the food is unpalatable, if we make food that is less unpalatable but has a large output, can we sell it in bulk to the Ministry of War for use as military rations?
This is big business!
What’s not so delicious, can be produced in large quantities, and has cheap raw materials?
instant noodles! Canned food and a series of instant products!
As for how to do it, to be honest, Li Changkong didn't know.
But if you have never eaten pork, how can you still not see pigs running?
I have eaten so many fast-food products and I know a little bit about the principles. It shouldn't be difficult to hire some chefs to develop it.
That’s it...if you want to mass-produce, you have to have scale! Gotta build a factory! In short, you have to have money!
Li Changkong made four to five million taels from the last mahogany transaction, but it was not enough.
After all, in addition to factories and workshops, we also have to recruit people.
In addition to the chefs, there must also be workers!
In addition, discuss with the prince to see if we can bring over an imperial cook.
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The next morning, East Palace!
After killing a round of spies, Zhu Bengang stood up with a sad face. He wanted to go out and shout that the No. 1 idiot in Da Qian Tian Zi had arrived, but he was stopped by Li Changkong.
"Wait a minute, I have something to say."
When Zhu Ben heard this, he immediately sat down and acted as if he was all ears.
"Everyone, how did the last mahogany sale go?"
When Jia Taisui and Zhang Han heard this, they immediately smiled.
Although they did not invest in the mahogany business, they still made a lot of money even though they only returned home nine times a day.
Zhu Ben was the only one with a depressed look on his face. He originally earned the most, but he had a prodigal father!
I can’t even take the money that comes to my door!