After leaving the factory, Zhou Maoxue and others rushed to the Tang family's mansion in a carriage.
Several people had already agreed to say goodbye to Tang Bohu and return to normal life.
It was already past noon when the carriage arrived at the mansion.
As soon as Zhou Maoxue and others got off the carriage, they saw three carriages parked at the door of the Tang family's mansion, and there were people carrying things.
The butler of the Tang family was standing at the door looking around.
Zhou Maoxue immediately stepped forward and made a nine-unit gesture with his fingers, and then asked: "May I ask if Brother Tang is in the house now?"
The housekeeper also made a gesture of ninety-two, and then said happily: "Oh, you are finally back, our master is not here."
"What do you mean? Someone came back first?"
"Well, hundreds of people have returned."
"Then where is Brother Tang? What's going on with these people at the door?"
When this topic was brought up, a sad look appeared on the steward's face: "Oh, don't mention it. In the past few days, people have been coming here one after another, and they came to the master and told me to withdraw from the holy meeting. The master couldn't bear the blow, so he decided to dissolve the holy meeting and go back to his hometown. "
"No, I'm afraid someone else will come looking for me. Please leave me here and let me know in case someone comes back and can't find him."
The housekeeper said, looking at the workers moving things aside and sighing: "During this period, for the convenience of your subsequent work, the master sold the ancestral house. I didn't expect that it would end up like this. The buyer is moving in now. I’ll be leaving in two days too.”
Zhou Maoxue was shocked: "The Xingsheng Association was disbanded and the ancestral home was sold! Has he returned to his hometown?"
"yes."
"How could this be so..." The four men were heartbroken.
Although things didn't work out, Brother Tang was really serving everyone wholeheartedly, how could he be in such a situation.
"Then where is his hometown? I will go home and send him the money. When Brother Tang receives the money, he will redeem his ancestral home."
There was a tangled expression on the butler's face, and he sighed again: "Several gentlemen... the people who came before also said so, but my master has told me not to take your money."
"No! Since you are the butler of the Tang family, how can you not know how to adapt to things? Brother Tang spent a lot of money for us, and we are just paying back the money. Is there any reason in this world to borrow money and not pay it back?"
The butler closed his eyes and nodded, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and showed it to several people: "That's alright...this is my master's address. You can just send the money here."
"Hey, what's going on with your note?" Zhou Maoxue felt something was wrong.
The housekeeper said: "I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time, and my memory is not good, so I asked the master to write it down. You are all very smart people, so you should be able to remember it."
"I can remember it! Thank you very much, butler, and say goodbye!" Zhou Maoxue's doubts disappeared and he turned to go home with a fist in his arms.
The four men left, and the workers carrying the goods at the door looked at the housekeeper and shouted.
"Sir! We are moving these empty boxes in and out of the house. When are we going to move them?"
The housekeeper turned around and entered the house and glanced at him: "You can move it if you are asked to do it. When you are tired, take a rest and move again when you see someone coming!"
In the study, Fang Zheng had one or two legs folded on the table, shaking constantly.
Holding a delicate snack in hand, chewing slowly.
Sigh that the years have been quiet.
The butler burst into the door, immediately looked calm, clasped his fists and bowed in salute: "Sir, another wave is coming!"
Fang Zhengyi nodded slightly and said slowly: "Alas... Scholars, they are really short-lived. It was in vain that I carefully arranged a bunch of scripts for them, but in the end, no one survived half a month."
How can Jin Yiwei be given a bonus at the end of the year when he can't even turn in much salary?
The housekeeper smiled and said: "Sir, you are really clever at this. How can you defraud a person of ten thousand taels with hundreds of pieces of evidence..."
"This is the tuition fee. Pay attention to your wording." Fang Zhengyi said dissatisfied.
Wang Shuo seemed to have said something.
You have to be careful about the bad people in this world. They are trying hard to teach you how to behave well, and then you can let them do bad things.
Mr. Fang obviously did not realize this. He felt from the bottom of his heart that what he did was a good thing.
What happened to a group of scholars who had gone astray? He went to great lengths to correct them and took some labor and tuition fees with them.
And you can also verify the transformation results by the way.
The more money someone sends, the more conscientious he is...
"Go out and treat yourself well. There shouldn't be many people behind you, right?"
"There are not many people left. It will only take a day or two. I will leave my humble job." After the housekeeper finished speaking, he left the study.
Not long after, Li Yuanzhao barged in like a storm.
Seeing Fang Zheng leaning on the chair and taking a nap.
Without being polite, he picked up the teapot in front of him and drank a ton of it.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "This is unreasonable, Lao Fang! I am so angry and heartbroken!"
Fang Zheng sat up straight and asked, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"Didn't I go to visit the factory? It's the same as yesterday. As soon as those actors left, your people dispersed and they stopped performing and turned back into a black factory." Li Yuanzhao said angrily, "In order to make up for the difference before The working hours and workload are very limited. They generally make workers work fourteen to five hours a day. Isn’t this pushing people to death? Their life is worse than corvee labor.”
Fang Zheng sneered: "Don't compare yourself to a corvee. A black factory is much more humane than a corvee."
"We have regulations on corvee work in Dajing, and there are no more than six hours a day!" Li Yuanzhao said.
Fang Zheng curled his lips disdainfully.
He has always been dismissive of such arguments.
The rules are rules, and the corvées really torture people to death, and there is no room for resistance.
If you don't like the work in the factory, you can just leave. At worst, you can go home and farm.
The corvées are different, so what if six hours are prescribed?
Later generations often boast about Lao Zhu, Lao Ying loves the people like a son.
Even some third-rate historians said that they produced historical data and said that there was no tyranny in the Qin Dynasty, and the wages for building the Great Wall were high.
This is all bullshit.
Which job recruitment website offers poor job opening conditions?
Of course, what you say in public are nice words, but actually doing it is another matter.
If you fail to meet the KPIs for building the Great Wall set by the First Emperor, it will be up to you to see if Brother Ying, who loves the people like a son, will whip you with a big whip.
Seeing Li Yuanzhao's still angry expression, Fang Zhengyi decided to comfort him.
"Your Highness, please calm down and look at problems from multiple angles. You must learn to look at problems dialectically. Working overtime in a black factory is hateful, but it is not without its benefits."
"Think about it, if a worker is required to work fourteen to five hours a day, and if he persists, what does that mean?"
Li Yuanzhao frowned: "It means they have good physical strength and they are hardworking. What else can it mean?"
"Wrong, it means no one in the world works overtime anymore. We have eliminated the overtime system."
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