After Wenhui's explanation, Zhao Ping understood.
It turns out that the property raids in the Dawei Dynasty were very similar to those in ancient China. They were both lucrative jobs.
The county magistrate sits in charge of the county government and is sent to work by the government officials.
Most of them belong to the county magistrate.
For example, house deeds, grain, livestock, and ingots of money and jewelry must be handed over to the county magistrate.
But Xiaotou is a yamen official.
Such as broken silver, a small amount of copper coins, furniture, pots and pans, kitchen knives, sickles, etc.
You can make a few taels of silver by raiding the homes of wealthy people and making just one trip.
It is higher than their annual salary.
Even a small household like Zhao Xingye, a small rural landowner, can earn a few hundred cash.
Those that cannot be carried away will be sold on site.
This is what Wen Hui said about finding something.
"Ms. sir, the village chief's house has two textile machines. I plan to buy them. Just money..."
Wen Hui said, her face turned red with embarrassment.
It's so embarrassing to ask your husband's family for money before you officially enter the house.
"Let's go together."
When it came to textile machines, Zhao Ping also became interested.
The Dawei Dynasty had too strict restrictions on collecting medicinal materials, and it was difficult to make a fortune by selling medicinal materials.
On the contrary, you can use medical skills to kill some rich scapegoats.
Just like the Tian family.
It's a pity that those who take advantage of others are rare.
Especially in such a small and remote county, the reason why you can meet Tian Fuhai is probably because he carries the aura of the protagonist.
Zhao Ping doesn’t want to keep trying his luck.
So he opened up a second way to make money, selling wine.
However, alcohol restrictions are also strict.
When I went to buy wine today, the seller already said that this was the last time he would sell it to Zhao Ping.
Ask why.
It was also a restriction of the Dawei Dynasty.
The wines of the Dawei Dynasty were all made from grain.
In today's era, food cannot satisfy people's normal diet, so how can there be any excess food used to make wine.
But wine is an indispensable thing.
Literati, noble families, royal family members, etc. all need wine to spice up their dull lives.
Especially literati, when reciting poems and composing poems, they often use wine as an introduction.
The splashing of ink when drunk and hazy can best become a classic.
Therefore, the Dawei Dynasty restricted the production of wine.
If you want to make wine, you must have official documents.
The government will also stipulate corresponding output according to the size of your factory.
If you exceed the limit, you will be fined, and the fine will be heavy.
Yun'an County is just a small county, and the amount of alcohol is limited.
The few times Zhao Ping bought wine, he always carried the whole truck back and emptied all his inventory.
The remaining wine can only be barely supplied to the county government, wealthy households and individual customers.
It can no longer be sold to Zhao Ping.
This made Zhao Ping very depressed.
But there is nothing to do.
Fortunately, I still have some stock at home, and I can make dozens of jars of spirits.
Just sell it to the Tian family at a price of one thousand taels per altar, which is tens of thousands of taels, enough to cope with the current life.
But you can’t just sit back and have nothing, right?
So on the way back, Zhao Ping was thinking about a third way to make money.
I plan to make some sugar and soap first.
That thing is definitely a must-have for time travellers.
As long as it is done, it will definitely sell well.
Hearing Wenhui's words now made Zhao Ping think of the fourth way to make money - weaving.
This thing can not only make money by itself, but also solve a large part of the labor force.
Those laborers rely on themselves to make a living, and if anything happens in the future, they will definitely be on their side.
It is considered a very huge force.
So after hearing Wenhui's words, Zhao Ping became a little anxious.
Not caring that Xia Quan and the others were beside him, he took Wen Hui's hand and ran towards the village chief's house.
Sure enough, the house was ransacked.
All members of the Hu family, headed by Hu Kun, were tied up and watched with tears as the government servants kept coming in and out carrying the Hu family's belongings.
Even the bed was moved out.
There are two yamen guards there guarding these utensils.
There were villagers nearby asking for the price.
If appropriate, trade on the spot.
Some people have no money, so they barter.
Anyway, almost all the things that were difficult to carry were sold, and the money fell into the pockets of these government officials.
Zhao Ping saw two textile machines.
I also ran over to ask for the price.
"You want this?"
The yamen officer looked Zhao Ping up and down and said disdainfully: "The textile machine is a valuable item, can you afford it?"
"Can you afford it?"
Before Zhao Ping could finish speaking, Wen Hui pulled him back. Then Wen Hui stepped forward and said, "Master Guan Cha, my husband-in-law just wants to ask about the price. Can you tell me?"
"If appropriate, we will exchange things."
"It doesn't hurt you to be inappropriate, right?"
"Besides, the textile machine is so big that it's difficult to pull it back to the county town. The road is uneven, and it will be damaged if it bumps back and forth..."
When it comes to communication, we have to look at Wen Hui.
Not only did he successfully ask for the price, he even managed to cut off five taels of silver.
Originally, an old textile machine cost fifteen taels of silver.
Two sets and thirty taels.
Wenhui paid twenty-five taels and gave them a full meal, which was enough.
At this time, Xia Quan and the others also ran over, and Zhao Ping greeted them to carry the loom away.
But instead of carrying it home, it was carried to Lu Xiu's workshop.
"Ms. sir, why are you carrying the loom here?"
Wen Hui asked with some confusion, "You can't let me and Sister Mengru come here to spin thread every day, right?"
"I'm going to take them apart and reassemble them."
Zhao Ping said.
"Demolished?"
Wen Hui said distressedly: "That won't work. We bought this for twenty-five taels of silver."
"If I don't pretend well, won't it be wasted?"
"Ha ha."
Zhao Ping smiled and said: "The old one won't go and the new one won't come. You will know when I reinstall it. I promise to give you a big surprise."
Seeing what Zhao Ping said, Wen Hui said nothing more.
My husband is not only highly skilled in medicine, he can also make wine and kill tigers.
I wonder what new patterns he can come up with on this loom.
Anyway, my eyes are full of expectations.
Wenhui went home to cook since she had nothing to do here.
The food will certainly not be bad.
The government officials who ate it were quite satisfied and were deeply impressed by the Zhao Ping family.
Zhao Ping ignored those trivial matters and hid in the workshop with Lu Xiu and Lu Dashan to study textile machines.
The textile looms of the Dawei Dynasty are very ancient.
There is only one spindle, one hand turns the wheel, and the other hand spins the thread, the speed is very slow.
Zhao Ping worked with the Lu family and his son to see if they could improve it.
At least it needs to be pedal-operated. Freeing up your hands will increase the spinning speed a lot.
If a few more spindles are added, the speed will be even faster.
As a result, the Lu family and his son were confused. Although they understood what Zhao Ping said, they couldn't accept it at all.
After all, they are just carpenters in a small village.
It's okay to make a bed, a cabinet, a table, etc., but not even a textile machine.
Now it is even more difficult to improve the spinning wheel.
Zhao Ping had no choice but to draw style drawings for them again.
There is a foot-operated textile machine in the museum. Zhao Ping was lucky enough to see it, but he has almost forgotten about it. It is impossible to draw them all. He can only adapt them according to the existing textile machines.
Anyway, the Lu family and his son don’t understand.
But Zhao Ping believes that with the principles he provided and the fact that the two textile machines have been dismantled and reinstalled several times, the problem should not be big.
It wasn't until dinner that I gradually figured it out.
Zhao Ping left it to the two of them to make and went home for dinner.
But after the meal, I discovered a new problem.
The home is too small.
There are three adobe houses in total, plus a kitchen built with tree branches, and a temporary grass shed.
But there are many people.
He lived in the main house with Wen Hui, Liu Mengru and Zhao Xiaoxiao.
Yun Man lived in the kitchen, and Qian Liu lay in the straw shed.
Xia Quan and the four of them had no place to live.
If you go back to your own home, if Ma Jiu comes at night, it will be too late to call them.
Xia Quan also discovered this problem and said with a smile: "Brother Ping, are you worried that we will have no place to sleep?"
"Hahaha, Xia Yang, Liu Muyun and I are all hunters. We often stay in the mountains to guard our prey. Brother Meng is a veteran and can pay his dues wherever he goes."
"After Ma Jiu is dealt with, we will stay at Yunman's house."
"His home is not far from yours, and no one lives there. If you need anything, just shout and we will hear you and we can come over at any time."
"No."
Zhao Ping shook his head, "I want to build a house."
"build house?"
Xia Quan thought that Zhao Ping wanted them to live in the house, so he couldn't help but said gratefully: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome..."
"It has to be built."
Zhao Ping said firmly: "Our wine is so valuable, it is not safe to put it directly in the yard."
"And I'm still researching some medicines. Those things need to be stored in a dark and humid place, and cannot be touched by others. They must be placed in a separate house."
"I also plan to set up a factory, but it won't work without a house."
"Not only do we need to build, but we also need to build big houses, brick and tile houses."
"Quanzi, do you have any good suggestions?"
"Such as site selection, workers, etc."
He decided to make Xiping Village his own base.
Although it is remote, being remote has its benefits.
No one cares.
The only county magistrate is a greedy man. As long as he is given enough money, he can turn a blind eye.
Zhao Ping felt that it would not be a problem to build an army of a thousand people in a place like this.
Coupled with the factory, it can become his base camp.
"Quanzi, wait a minute, I'll draw a picture, and then you can find someone to help me build it. The sooner the better, don't be afraid of spending money."
With that said, Zhao Ping found the pen and paper he just bought and started drawing.
