Zhao Ping glanced at everyone, pointed to the yellow oak tree outside and said: "This is actually the same as the yellow oak tree. They need urine as food, but the food for yeast is urine, honey, and flour. The key is temperature. The feeling of temperature is related to the human body. The body temperature is about right. If it is too high, the yeast will die; if it is too low, the yeast production will decrease. The key to the soy sauce production process is fermentation and yeast. As long as these two are in our hands, the soy sauce is basically in our hands. In hand."
Although Zhao Ping is an engineering graduate, he likes history but he knows that the Song Dynasty was defeated only after the economy and force collapsed.
But Zhao Ping's ultimate goal is to drive the economic development of the entire Song Dynasty, to destroy the Hu people's economy with a dignified economic strength, to defeat these bandits who only know robbery and engage in production, and to crush barbaric civilization with the power of advanced civilization.
But there is not much time left for Zhao Ping!
In the next year at most, the Hu people will attack and break through Dali again, causing the Song Dynasty to lose its last barrier and be trapped by the Hu people.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping said seriously: "Therefore, we must include skilled craftsmen in our workshops and let them become one of us."
Before Zhao Ping could say anything, everyone shook their heads. Even his mother frowned and asked, "Can't we pay more to skilled craftsmen? Why let them in?"
It seems that people in the Song Dynasty really regard production technology as a unique secret skill. Even their own children can only pass it on to sons and not daughters, let alone outsiders.
Zhao Ping nodded and said: "If you want to keep skilled craftsmen in your own workshop. This method is the shareholding system and professional title system. The workshop production staff will be divided into fourteen ranks: apprentices, junior technicians, and chief engineers. ;... Salary can be linked to length of service, shares and professional titles. At the same time, one-tenth of the salary will be deducted, and the workshop will also provide a corresponding proportion of copper coins as a fund for medical treatment, retirement, and construction. Housing and death expenses, Zhaojiazhuang has tied them together through life, old age, illness and death. Just as land is the bottom line for the people, Zhaojiazhuang is the bottom line for the craftsmen. Mother and everyone, please think about it, the people will work hard for water , I wonder if the workers will work hard for their own salary, shares, and professional titles? Will they regard Zhaojiazhuang as their own home?"
Everyone took a breath of air-conditioning when they heard this. They all looked at Zhao Ping who was drinking tea with their mouths open like a monster. They did not expect that the workshop, which was as simple as a piece of white paper and a straight line, would become colorful and exciting in Zhao Ping's place. .
It can be imagined that as long as people enter the workshop, they have to work hard to explore their own abilities and abilities to pursue progress. They completely regard the workshop as their own home, rely on it to develop and protect it from the bottom of their hearts, and are completely tied to the workshop, just like you use a wooden stick. Hitting him can't drive him away.
After solving this problem, everyone discussed the issue of share arrangement.
Zhao Ping and his mother own the vast majority of the shares, and the housekeeper’s family and craftsmen also own some shares.
. Even Cuizhu, Lan'er, and Miss Xia each have ten shares.
A few years later, due to the continuous expansion of the Zhao family's workshop, one share has been copied to thousands of coins, and it is priceless and has no market. It is hard to find a share and it has become a status symbol.
Lan'er came in and looked at Zhao Ping carefully and asked: "Xiao Langjun, that stupid overlord dog is still kneeling outside the compound, what should I do?"
Zhao Ping thought for a moment, then looked back at Lan'er and said, "It's too cold outside, it will freeze to death. Let him in and give him two bowls of food, as long as he doesn't starve to death."
Lan'er looked pitifully at Zhao Ping and then at the brazier and said, "But where does he live? The weather is so cold, all the slaves have to warm the brazier."
Zhao Ping pondered for a while, this stupid overlord must punish him, otherwise it will be difficult to change in the future. He turned back and glanced at Lan'er lightly, and said: "Since he is willing to ask for hardship, then give him hardship. If he is willing to sleep underground, then It’s not impossible to sleep underground, even if you’re willing to sleep with animals.”
The next day, when Zhao Ping and others performed Tai Chi and went for a run, Lan'er came to report the news again: "Xiao Langjun, that stupid overlord is so powerful. It was so cold last night that he didn't freeze to death. Now he is kneeling at the gate again. It’s on the ground outside.”
Zhao Ping exhaled white mist while running and said: "Don't worry about him. He can kneel as long as he wants."
At this time, Zhao Di said happily: "Xiao Langjun, it's done, it's done, the fairy furnace is finally completed."
Zhao Ping immediately ran away and ran to Zhao Jie's yard. He saw an ugly stove and a chimney in the yard. The uneven appearance was a bit ugly and looked like the bark of an ancient tree, but it already had the basics of a fairy stove. Function.
The dozen immortal charcoal beside them were also crooked and lumpy as ugly as toads.
A dozen blacksmiths and masons were pointing and warming up the fire around the two fairy furnaces, praising the fairy furnaces for having ten times more firepower than the brazier.
Due to the difficult life in the past, the oldest of these blacksmiths is already in his fifties and his hair is almost completely white, while the youngest is in his early twenties and has started to have wrinkles on his face.
Seeing Zhao Ping arriving, several blacksmiths immediately knelt down and worshiped on the ground, and some shed tears or even burst into tears.
Today they already know about Zhao's workshop craftsman system, and now they hear that they have become the rank to be ordered.
These craftsmen who escaped from the barbarians of the barbarians used to live like slaves, inferior to pigs and dogs. Even their marriages were controlled by the government. Even the first night of the wedding must belong to the barbarian craftsmen.
Now, they have changed from slaves in the past to being ordered by the master. They have a salary of at least 10 taels per month. Each of them has three shares. At the end of the year, they still have at least 150 taels of real gold and silver, which is enough. Let the whole family live a prosperous life on the road, almost treating Zhao Ping as a reborn parent.
Amidst everyone's grateful voices, Zhao Ping also made a wish, saying that if he could make the fairy furnace and fairy charcoal more beautiful, add a lifting wire or ears to the fairy furnace, so that the fairy furnace can move freely at any time, and it can become a A kind of baking stove and coal stove, the rank can be upgraded to Gaozhao.
The dozen or so people waiting for the imperial edict were both ashamed and happy, wiping tears on their sleeves and waving their hands vigorously.
Zhao Di came to his mother and bowed again, and then asked her: "Mother, the sales of fairy soap are so good because Lang Jun wrote poems for advertisements. If Lang Jun's poems had not been used for advertisements, What should I do if the sales of Xianlu Xiantan are not good?”
