If Feng Tubao knew about the girl from the Li family who made him want to ride... The reason why the girl from the Li family lingers is because the Hanzhong prefect in front of him spread rumors that she is a womanizer...
Then he must have just turned around and called Guan Ji who was hiding behind to come out, and then beat the person in front of him half to death.
There is no way, these days, the boundaries between civil and military forces are not so clear. What is important is to be a general or a prime minister, and to be both civil and military. Feng Tubao feels that he may not be able to defeat this Ma Di.
But fortunately, I have a very awesome confidante.
Although he didn't know that his reputation had been ruined again, this did not prevent Feng Tubol from still being very impatient with the Hanzhong prefect.
You said that everything in Hanzhong is still being created, so why do you have so much leisure to stare at me, a young man who has not yet reached the peak of his career?
"This is the textile workshop that you refused to let me in to watch a few days ago?"
Although Ma Di was considered to be very knowledgeable, he was still quite shocked by this kind of organized and disciplined collective work.
There are six bright and spacious brick rooms with hundreds of spinning and weaving wheels humming at the same time.
The Han and Hu women all wore the same clothes, and each wore a white mask on their face. They sat in front of the machine and kept busy.
Although they couldn't see their expressions, just by looking at their eyes, one could tell that they were all extremely focused. Even when he and others came in, no one looked up.
"Prefect, how do you say this?"
Feng Yong would not take the blame. "At that time, I was looking for coal in the mountains. The textile workshop had set such rules when it was first established in Nanzheng. Why was it that I was not allowed to enter?"
Ma Su ignored Feng Yong's blame, walked straight to a loom, looked at it carefully, and asked: "Why does this loom feel different from the ones outside?"
"It's been changed to make it more convenient."
"How much cloth can such a loom weave in one day?"
Ma Su asked again.
Feng Yong shut up and said nothing.
"Why didn't you say anything again?"
"Prefect Ma, as you can see, this loom is not much different from the looms outside. The looms outside can weave as much as the looms outside, but this loom is just stronger."
This statement is true. The development of looms is much more mature than that of spinning wheels. Pedal-operated looms have already appeared in the Han Dynasty, but their styles are somewhat primitive.
What Feng Yong has to do is to improve it and make it more convenient.
Although the efficiency of weaving has improved, it is far from reaching the revolutionary level of the spinning wheel.
But in fact, the original household work, which relied on one or two women to spin and weave, was really inefficient.
This kind of collective workshop, at least in terms of raw material selection, spinning and weaving processes, has begun division of labor and cooperation, and the average individual work efficiency can be greatly improved, even without improvements in tools.
Coupled with the revolutionary improvement of the spinning wheel, compared with home textiles, the efficiency improvement in the workshop is not as simple as one plus one, but an exponential and terrifying explosion.
This is the reason why Feng Yongyong is unwilling to say the quantity of cloth produced in a day.
But Ma Di was not a fool, especially when he saw the spinning wheel, his eyes widened.
Without caring about face, he squatted next to the woman and watched the woman spin a heavy spindle in a short while.
"How did you get this?"
Ma Di wanted to interrupt the woman's work several times, but the woman just lowered her head to spin and ignored him, the largest administrator in Hanzhong.
In the end, he had to stand up, pointed to the spinning wheel with trembling fingers and asked Feng Yong.
"Oh, this is...well, my concubine came up with it, and later I used my master's knowledge to perfect it."
"Which concubine?"
Ma Su asked blurtly.
Feng Yong immediately looked at Ma Su with vicious eyes.
Ma Su felt his old face turn red, and he said a little sarcastically, "I made a mistake, I made a mistake. Don't blame me, Captain."
"Okay, Governor Ma, after you've finished looking at this workshop and finished asking questions, why don't we go out and talk later? It's always not good to stand here and hinder the work of these women."
Feng Yongyong picked up the topic and took the opportunity to propose that we talk later.
Ma Su pretended not to hear what he said. He turned around and looked at all this, and a thought came to his mind: How could this workshop produce any kind of cloth? It's clearly gold!
Looking at the neatly arranged spinning looms and the busy and unhurried woman, Ma Su had the illusion that piles of money and food were being produced there, and then turned into batches of armies...
Think about how long the prime minister has spent day and night in Jincheng carefully planning the Hanzhong's expenses, and then look at the young man in front of him. How long has he been in Hanzhong? In this quiet moment, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was already sleeping on the money and food, right?
It is indeed not without reason that the prime minister values this son so much.
"This workshop..."
Even after Ma Su came out, he still looked back reluctantly and couldn't help but said, "It is so important, but it is placed in this remote place. Less than two hundred miles down the Han River, this is the land of Cao Thief." , it really shouldn’t be.”
"Then the prefect should ask the prime minister to move it to Jincheng?"
"This is the best!"
After Ma Su finished speaking, he saw Feng Yong's sneer look, and felt a little annoyed, "You are so mean at such a young age."
"I have been with the Prime Minister for almost ten years. Apart from you, I have never seen the Prime Minister so accommodating to a young man. Can't you understand the Prime Minister's hard work?"
Ma Su said with some sadness.
Feng Yong curled his lips and said, "Prefect Ma, if I didn't know the Prime Minister's hard work, how did the curved shaft plows used by the people and the eight-oxen plows used in Hanzhong's farming come from? Not to mention, this wool is related to the north... Hey!"
As he said that, Feng Yong also cooed to the north.
Not many people in the imperial court have thought about the Northern Expedition. They didn't expect that this son would have such exquisite thoughts.
Ma Su had to admit that what this son said was the truth, and what he did naturally relieved a lot of the prime minister's worries.
But after all, the curved shaft plow and the eight ox plow are all used by people all over the world. It's not like hundreds of them are placed in front of him and used at the same time. How can they compare to the hundreds of spinning wheels and looms in this workshop that he saw with his own eyes? Simultaneous buzzing for real?
But it was precisely what this man said was the truth, and Ma Di found that he didn't know how to refute it.
Wise words, really clever words!
Sure enough, there was a wrong name, not a wrong title.
"You have been out for so long, and you have never thought about going back to Jincheng to visit? Apart from anything else, are you so relieved about your Zhuangzi?"
When Feng Yong heard this, he immediately said seriously: "What Governor Ma said is wrong. Now is the time when the great Han Dynasty needs everyone to work hard. How can I ignore my responsibilities just because of a mere Zhuangzi?"
Do you think you can deceive me at such a young age?
Huang Yueying promised me to help me take good care of my village and those other companies. For their benefit, can you not help me wholeheartedly?
If they can't save my Zhuangzi and I just go back, what's the use?
