Just look at the many schools for the children of workers in later generations and you will know that when the population base of a factory is large enough, a semi-closed self-circulation system can be formed.
This creates more stickiness and retains more people.
How many children of workers have followed the same path as their parents? Taking over your mother's position?
Later generations will be able to understand this truth at a glance. In ancient times that have not experienced the baptism of the industrial wave, it is difficult to reason out based on imagination. It is normal for Li Yi to be worried.
Besides, what kind of fool is a shepherd who can’t spin woolen cloth from wool?
Feng Yong builds these green silage towers, and there is no need for them to go around chasing grass for herding. Any fool can do such things as holding green silage and placing it in front of cattle and sheep.
Learn some other crafts and you won’t suffer any loss, right?
As for the children of workers, we must first teach them to learn basic common words, about 3,000 words.
Then mix in basic mathematics, addition, subtraction, multiplication, division and the four arithmetic operations.
This is what you need to learn in six years of primary school. Compress it and finish it in three years. Those who cannot learn it will be eliminated and go to herd sheep for me.
Later, we will do some textile-related things, such as how to make a spinning wheel and loom, how to spin thread and weave cloth. There is no limit to men and women. You can learn whichever one you are interested in learning.
Anyway, as for the Hu people, there may be some Liao people in the future, and at most some children of Guizhou chiefs, etiquette and law will not require them.
No courtesy should be given to common people. As long as it doesn't involve those classics, you don't care what I do?
Moreover, Feng Yong did not intend to teach them those classics. Not only was it unnecessary, but he could also easily get into trouble.
If a member of the family were to be blamed for randomly interpreting the sayings of saints, he would have to shed his skin even if he died.
I just taught them to read and write, and then taught them to herd and weave. What's the problem? Are you biting me?
Educating outsiders to know Chinese characters and speak Chinese, allowing them to live stably in a fixed place for easy management like the Han people, is the same as teaching the leaders of Guizhou to understand the truth. It is an education and a great achievement.
Isn't the purpose of teaching Guizhou leaders to read so that they can understand more principles?
As for what the truth is, it is the power of knowledge interpretation that lies in the hands of the aristocratic family. Feng Yong said that he is not yet able to shake it.
However, this involves many aspects. At present, Feng Yong only has a preliminary idea. As for the specific steps, he has not figured out yet.
But what the heck, there’s still at least five years left, right?
"So my brother had a plan for a long time? It's my brother who is worrying too much."
Li Yi breathed a sigh of relief and understood, thinking that he had understood Feng Yong's thoughts.
Feng Yong smiled and did not explain.
Over there, Wang Xun and Zhao Guang were directing people to move the looms and spinning wheels back, while Guan Ji continued to watch the Qiang women, striving to let more people learn to weave.
Several people had a tacit understanding not to disturb the conversation between Feng Yong and Li Yi.
"By the way, Wenxuan, is there any news about the daughter-in-law I mentioned last time?"
"Oh, I was just about to talk about this with my brother." Li Yi smiled apologetically after hearing this, "Your Excellency received the news yesterday. I never expected to see the scene just now. I almost forgot. Brother, this is The Master refused."
The confident smile on Feng Yong's face faltered.
Why is this answer different from what you expected?
"Rejected? Why?"
Feng Yong became a little anxious immediately. He was still counting on his wife to come over and support his textile factory.
Looking at the Qiang women now, Feng Yong no longer has much hope.
Not only are you slow to learn, but even if you throw everything you haven’t learned into the factory, that won’t be enough!
It’s hard to find such a profitable business. If you don’t find a way to get it done early, what if you wait for others to follow suit? At that time, competition was fierce.
Making money with a monopoly is definitely the most enjoyable thing!
"Brother, my lord has said that this matter is not suitable for us to operate privately. Someone needs to take the lead, otherwise it will be easy for others to get the handle."
Li Yi said in a low voice.
"Why doesn't it fit?"
Feng Yong frowned, I am doing a good thing! How can you do something wrong if you do good things?
"The human heart."
Li Yi spit out two words.
"The human heart? What does this have to do with the human heart? I'm not accepting..."
Feng Yong reacted suddenly and swallowed back the rest of his words.
As expected, I still couldn't fully guess what the indigenous people were thinking.
It is true that there is war in Nanzhong, and it is a fact that whether it is a court lady or a Han woman, they are not as good as a Taiping dog, but if someone uses their own name to publicize in a big way at this time that saving them from the sea of misery, it will be a good thing for them. But it may not be a good thing for those in power.
In ancient times, people would blindly follow anyone who was good to them. For some of those in power in ancient times who were pretentious, this was a way to win people's hearts.
This kind of thing can only be done by those who are members of the royal family, or those who are preparing to become the royal family.
The former is taken for granted, while the latter is ready to rebel.
Hold!
Feng Yong cursed secretly in his mind, thinking that there were a lot of bullshit in ancient times!
How is it like in later generations, when there is a catastrophic disaster, if you have a net worth of several billion, try donating a few thousand yuan?
It seems that I still haven't considered this matter.
Feng Yong began to reflect.
This matter is naturally the easiest for Old Demon Zhuge to operate, but Feng Yong has no intention of letting him get involved too much.
Otherwise, later on, when everyone knows that they can easily spin a large amount of woolen cloth, Zhuge Lao Yao is so stubborn, will he just say: "Xiao Feng, you see, at the beginning, I I have also given you so many women, how much support is this? Why don’t you express it?”
Do you think Feng Yong expressed it or pretended not to hear it?
Considering how Zhuge Lao Yao spent the rest of his life working hard to "revive Handing and return it to the old capital" and ended up dying on the way to the Northern Expedition, Feng Yong believed that he would not let go of this hen that laid golden eggs.
And this expression is not necessarily just a statement.
To be honest, Feng Yong really admired Zhuge Laoyao, a pure person who could fight for a promise and an ideal throughout his life.
But this does not mean that he can support it unconditionally.
Why? Is it enough because I am younger than him?
He died ten years later. How old was I?
Even if I am a country bumpkin, I am still a country bumpkin with ideals.
I think there can be a better way, so that we don't have to overdraw our vitality, whether it's my own or the big man's.
The key is that I was too anxious and failed! If it succeeds, you can still think about it. If it doesn’t, you can just complain.
As for his follow-up plans, who can guarantee that Old Demon Zhuge, who is bent on the Northern Expedition, will be interested in hearing about them?
Anyway, if it were him, he would think like this: As long as I know that this thing can make money and support the Northern Expedition, it is enough. I haven’t seen the rest of it, so how do I know whether what you said is true? You let me go on the Northern Expedition first!
A hundred birds in the forest is worse than a bird in the hand.
It would be a bit underhanded to try to figure out the thoughts of those politicians based on Feng Tubol's dark psychology, but he had to guard against it.
