"universal?"
Zhao Ping sneered, "Why should it be popularized?"
"This is something unique to our Xiping Village. I rely on this kind of thing to make money for me."
“How can I make money if it becomes popular?”
"this……"
Chen Xinghe choked again.
The new textile machine is a tool for Zhao Ping to make money. It is unfair to Zhao Ping to ask for it at will and to make it public.
But Chen Xinghe still wants to work hard so that the common people in the world can have an extra layer of clothing to keep out the cold.
He bowed his hands to Zhao Ping and said seriously: "Mr. Zhao, if new textile machines are popularized, many people will freeze to death in the entire Dawei Dynasty."
"This is something that benefits the common people. I can even write a letter for you because of this, asking your Majesty to give you a promotion to protect future generations."
"Master Zhou Mu, you just met me before and you wanted to punish me."
Zhao Ping said indifferently: "It's because I opened a cloth shop and lowered the price of cloth."
"Then you must have seen the situation in Xiping Village's cloth village."
"I would like to ask, have you ever heard of ordinary people buying cloth over there?"
"this……"
Chen Xinghe thought of some hearsay and what he had seen and heard.
On the first day that Xiping Village Cloth Shop opened, some people lined up in front to buy cloth.
Later, because Feng Lin won the acacia wine in the lottery and resold it for four thousand taels of silver, everyone present had forgotten the real purpose of going to Buzhuang, and it was more about the lottery.
Among them Liu Wenhao is the best.
Coupled with the situation of spending money to buy a location.
As a result, everyone's focus has changed.
Some people want to draw a lottery and get acacia wine, soap, and frosting sugar.
There are people queuing up to take a seat and want to make money.
Very few people actually buy cloth.
The people who are willing to take part in the lottery are often members of big families, or people from well-off families, who are not compatible with ordinary people.
Starting from the second day, Liu Wenhao's position was immediately taken over.
Two thousand pieces of cloth fell into his hands every day.
Others really can’t buy it.
Liu Wenhao also threatened to draw prizes for seven days.
When he finished, it was the turn of the rich people again.
When will it be the common people's turn?
Zhao Ping continued: "I set up the lottery mode, firstly, to attract customers and open up the sales of cloth in Xiping Village Cloth Village."
"Second, I also want to make a lot of money from those wealthy people."
"By the time they realize it, the award is just a gimmick. Unless they are lucky, it is impossible to get back their money. By then, the money in their pockets will have been almost exhausted."
"In this way, I will have money to prepare for the branch factory."
"Lord Zhou Mu, I cannot announce the structure of the new textile machine, but I can assure you that a textile factory will be opened near the Qingzhou capital."
"At least it can reduce the possibility of us Qingzhou people freezing to death."
"Hey, that's all."
Chen Xinghe sighed.
As the governor of Qingzhou and the emperor's uncle, he naturally knew the distribution of money in the Dawei Dynasty.
Most of it is in the hands of powerful people.
The common people are the poorest.
Not to mention that the price of cloth has dropped to 400 cents per piece, even if it is 200 cents per piece, whether you can afford it or not, whether you should freeze to death or freeze to death.
Being able to allow Zhao Ping to open a new textile factory near the state capital is also considered as doing his part.
Follow the fifth stop, the cafeteria.
In order to speed up production and reduce the pressure on the cooks in the canteen.
The factory here adopts the principle of taking turns to eat.
So there are still people eating at this moment.
When Chen Xinghe saw what they were eating and thought about the miserable situation Zhao Ping had mentioned before, he felt that something was wrong.
It seems that the person named Zheng Tu said it more appropriately.
Why not eat minced meat?
Although these people did not eat meat porridge, they ate meat and white rice.
Everyone ate quickly.
After eating, I took the initiative to wash the dishes and place them in a specific place, and quickly exited the canteen.
Chen Xinghe saw that none of these people were wasted.
The canteen has a window open, and there are employees responsible for preparing meals for these workers.
Whenever there is too much food, the workers will ask for some food to be returned.
"This is meat and white rice? Why do they want to return some?"
Chen Xinghe said curiously: "Throughout the year, ordinary people may only be able to eat a meal of meat during the Chinese New Year, and it's still some minced meat."
"There are huge chunks of meat here for them to eat for free, but they don't want it?"
"Why?"
"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping on the soil. Who knows what's on the plate? Every grain of it is hard work."
Zhao Ping read out a poem leisurely.
Then he pointed to the place where meals are served in the canteen, where a very eye-catching calligraphy and painting hung.
What is written above is the song "Compassion for the Farmers".
Of course, it was not written by Zhao Ping. His calligraphy did not appear on the table. It was written by Li Mubai. Zhao Ping only wrote his name at the signature.
"This, is this written by sir?"
Chen Xinghe asked in shock.
"good."
Zhao Ping nodded, "When I opened a factory, I not only gave my employees generous treatment, four coppers a day, but I also took care of their meals."
"Every meal has meat, white steamed buns, and white rice. You can eat it as long as you want."
"In the beginning, everyone was so greedy because they only had meat a few times a year. Even though they had a lot of rice, they could finish it all."
"But if you eat too much, you'll get tired of it."
"Gradually, some people started to waste and throw away the leftover food."
"I had no choice but to write a poem like this and hang it in the cafeteria."
"Remind everyone that any grain of rice is the success of the people's hard work with their backs to the sky and their faces to the loess. It is a shameful waste."
Of course, hanging a warning still won't stop those people from wasting money.
Zhao Ping added some more punitive measures.
For example, whoever wastes money will have half a day's salary deducted, which is two copper coins.
If you waste any more, you will be fired from the factory.
Even their children cannot study in Xiping Village School. If they are sick, they cannot go to Xiping Village Hospital for medical treatment.
In this way, the wasteful trend can be completely stopped.
Everyone gradually fell in love with Operation Disc.
It should be said or not, the people in ancient times were simple and honest.
Unlike some people in previous lives, the laws are clearly very strict, and those who violate them will be severely punished.
There are still some people who are unaware and take advantage of loopholes.
Tax evasion, concubine selection, child abuse, pedophilia, etc., they can do all kinds of disgusting things.
"Okay, okay, it's very well written."
Chen Xinghe praised: "This poem should be spread so that people in the entire Dawei Dynasty can learn to be frugal."
"One person has only one grain of rice left. With so many people in the Wei Dynasty, the food saved is enough to feed the frontier soldiers for a month."
"Can I copy this poem?"
"When I turned back, I started arranging for people to spread the singing in Qingzhou."
"At the same time, I must also write to His Majesty and ask him to arrange manpower to spread this poem widely so that more people know the preciousness of food."
"random."
Zhao Ping said indifferently.
After copying several poems in a row, Zhao Ping became immune to "plagiarism".
No one knows anyway.
Besides, if these poems can be used to correct the wasteful habits of the Dawei Dynasty, their value will not be lost.
Peng Yue and Xu Tianhua also began to copy poems, intending to promote them within their respective jurisdictions.
Next is the sixth stop, the hospital.
It is still under construction there, but Zhao Ping also gave Chen Xinghe some brief introduction.
For example, how many floors should be built, what each floor is used for, etc.
Chen Xinghe was confused when he heard this.
But I feel that if it can be done, at least the people in Xiping Village will no longer have to worry about being sick and not having money for medical treatment.
Finally, the sixth stop.
Zhao Ping's family.
After introducing everyone into the living room and seating the guests and hosts, Zhao Ping asked: "Master Zhou Mu, what do you think after visiting Xiping Village?"
"Thinking?"
Chen Xinghe closed his eyes and meditated.
There are really too many feelings.
The Xiping Village numbers learned in the school are new algorithms.
The smiles on the faces of the people.
Beer was brewed, new textile machines were created, and hospitals were unheard of.
Everything made Chen Xinghe feel novel.
I want to study it carefully.
But what does this have to do with solving corrupt officials?
What does it have to do with governing a state?
Could it be that by developing these novel things, the people of Qingzhou can be fed and clothed?
Chen Xinghe couldn't understand.
He could only look at Zhao Ping hopefully and said, "Students have many feelings, but they have nothing to do with governing the people."
"Please sir, please clarify my doubts."
Chen Xinghe was completely convinced.
He no longer had the official airs of being a superior emperor or Lord Zhou Mu. Instead, he regarded himself as a student and bowed respectfully to Zhao for advice.
But before Zhao Ping could speak, someone walked in from outside the door.
Carrying the teapot, he poured everyone a cup of tea.
Handed it over in person.
"All superior officers, please have tea."
Xu Tianhua and Peng Yue both took it and thanked them.
Xu Tianhua even stood up to show due respect.
The opponent was General Feiying, and Xu Tianhua didn't dare to trust him.
However, when it was Chen Xinghe's turn, he just waved his hand and said indifferently: "Leave it there."
"You don't have any sharp eyesight at all. Didn't you see that I was asking your husband about how to govern the people?"
"How can you have time to drink tea?"
"Uncle Chen, strategies cannot be accomplished overnight, and one must be calm."
Liu Mengru said with a smile: "Only when your mind is completely calm can you figure out the key."
Uncle Chen?
Chen Xinghe was stunned.
Zhao Ping didn't even dare to call him uncle. How dare a servant dare to marry him?
Chen Xinghe turned to glare at Liu Mengru.
Then……
