Kyoto can be big or small, and the inside and outside of the palace walls are not as clear as iron barrels as people imagine.
Everyone in the palace has to rely on external forces, and most of the people outside have the shadow of the people in the palace.
However, although these interest disputes are also very important to Qin Feng, they are not important enough for him to be hesitant in doing things.
After all, in addition to the death-free title of "Madman", Qin Feng now also has a real gold belt. Of course, the most reliable death-free gold medal is naturally the saint himself.
Qin Feng's goal had been achieved, so he no longer hesitated and walked out.
As a result, as soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by Zhao Changfu.
Although Zhao Changfu wished that Qin Feng would be hit by a carriage now, he still had a smile on his face and said softly, "Mr. Qin, have you forgotten something?"
Qin Feng looked confused: "Huh? I have a bad memory. Can you tell me?"
Zhao Changfu was cursing in his heart, but he said respectfully on the surface: "Young Master Qin is really a noble man who forgets things so much that he can forget the things in front of him? Hahaha, after this fund-raising meeting is held, Master Qin will definitely win the favor of the saint again. I'm going to do it in advance." Congratulations. But I, Zui Xian Lou, am also following you around. Having so many people eating, drinking and having sex is not a small sum of money. Do you want to settle the fee? "
As expected of someone in the restaurant business, he can talk!
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. Besides, Qin Feng made a lot of money today and was in a good mood. He took a pen and paper, wrote a note and handed it to Zhao Changfu: "Five thousand taels of silver, is that enough? I just go when I have time." My Qin Mansion will pay for it."
Zhao Changfu frowned when he looked at the IOU: "Mr. Qin, this IOU is not bad, but should you sign it? Just fingerprint it..."
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng was not happy: "Why, you still can't trust me? I am the son of the Minister of War, how can I give you this little money?"
Zhao Changfu is about to cry. I really can’t trust you...
Before he could speak again, Qin Feng waved his hand, ignored him, wiped his head and left.
As for the IOU, Qin Feng laughed in his heart. You, Zhao Changfu, just pay it to the account. If you pay it, I will lose!
After returning to his house, Qin Feng went straight to the backyard. The originally neat and elegant courtyard had completely changed.
The ground is filled with various types of pressed sugarcane bagasse, and dozens of workers are squeezing sugarcane juice day and night.
Looking at the messy courtyard, Qin Feng showed a happy smile and immediately called Qin Xiaofu and asked softly: "These workers are very serious about their work. According to this progress, 60,000 kilograms of sugar cane will be crushed tonight. Where did they hire them from?”
Qin Xiaofu chuckled, his face full of pride: "They are all refugees hired from outside the city gate."
Hearing the word "refugee", Qin Feng couldn't help but let out a thump in his heart. He kicked Qin Xiaofu on the butt and shouted in a low voice: "Refugee? You stinky boy, do you think I have taken it too easy these two days and are you going to give me trouble?" Blockade? Kyoto clearly stipulates that refugees from other places are prohibited from entering Kyoto without permission. If Jing Zhaoyin finds out about this, he will send someone to check us out!"
Qin Xiaofu rubbed his butt and lost his smile: "Master, don't worry, Jing Zhaoyin has already said hello to you, so they must be fine. Moreover, these refugees are originally from our territory in Kyoto, but because the land at home was taken away by the landlord, I had no choice but to become a homeless person with no fixed place to live. I have been leaning under the city gate tower for several days, and the gatekeepers did not attack me, so I am sure everything will be fine."
After hearing this explanation, Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
Daliang regulations stipulate that refugees from various places are not allowed to wander around at will. Once caught, they will be driven back to their ancestral home, or they will be sent to the army directly.
After all, large-scale refugee migration will not only have an unimaginable impact on the economy and people's livelihood of a place, but may even trigger mutiny...
Qin Feng put his hands behind his back, checked the progress of the work, and kept nodding in appreciation.
Qin Xiaofu followed behind him and whispered: "Master, these refugees don't need wages, just a meal. Hehehe, we save money again."
Originally, Qin Feng was very satisfied with Qin Xiaofu's work efficiency. After all, it was not easy to find so many "skilled workers" in a short period of time and keep up with the progress day and night.
When he heard that Qin Xiaofu wouldn't pay him, his face suddenly fell to the ground, and he raised his hand to his forehead with a slap in the face.
"Are you losing money? Why don't you give people wages when they work? When we open our doors for business, some money needs to be saved, and some money cannot be saved."
"Remember one thing, we only eat from the rich. If we even cut the leeks of the poor people, we will be struck by lightning sooner or later!"
"Okay, how much do workers in Kyoto get paid?"
Qin Xiaofu has long been accustomed to the way of getting along with Qin Feng. Qin Feng hit and scolded him, but it proved his status. If Qin Feng was polite to him one day, he would be uneasy.
Qin Xiaofu covered his mouth and bared his teeth in a pretentious manner while replying: "To tell you what the young master is saying, wages in Kyoto are generally 30% higher than in other places. The daily wage for rough workers is five cents, and the daily wage for fine workers ranges from ten to twenty cents."
Qin Feng felt that it was not easy for these workers. After thinking for a while, he simply said: "These people are working very hard to help us with the project. They will all be paid fifty cents per person per day, and they will not be treated badly in terms of food and drink. When this batch of work is finished, , just pay the wages on the spot, and send them away if they want to leave. If they want to continue working with us, rent a shed outside the city and settle in first. If there is no work in the future, each person will be given two cents a day for living expenses. If there is work, Just pay the normal daily salary of 20 cents."
Upon hearing this, Qin Xiaofu couldn't help but hesitate and reminded in a low voice: "Master, even some craftsmen don't get such treatment? They are all menial workers. If..."
Before Qin Xiaofu could finish speaking, Qin Feng glared and said angrily: "You will suffer a big loss after settling a small score! I just want everyone to know that no one who works for my Qin family will be treated badly! And what are you talking about? You're a brat who knows how to flatter you all day long, and now he's fatter than the accountant in our house. Have I treated you too well?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Xiaofu's attitude changed 180 times. He directly extended his thumb and praised Qin Feng as a rare model "young master" in the world, expressing his admiration for Qin Feng like a torrential river, which is endless.
The master and the servant sang in harmony with a loud voice.
The workers all listened. The foreman who took the lead was a rough man in his forties. He put down his work, knelt down and kowtowed to Qin Feng a few times, and burst into tears with excitement: "Young master, we are the best." Mud-legged boy, I really had great luck in my last life to meet such a kind man like you. Don't worry, from now on the Qin family's work will be our own work, and we will never be negligent in the slightest."
Qin Feng helped the foreman up with a kind face, patted his thick shoulder, and smiled slightly: "Do a good job, and when you finish this batch of work, let Qin Xiaofu buy some pork, and everyone can eat it with ease."
When the workers on site heard that there was pork to eat, their eyes turned red with excitement, and they worked extra hard.
At this moment, Lin Quqi came back with a happy face: "Brother Qin, according to your instructions, Wuhu Restaurant will officially open tomorrow!"
