"It's natural. Governor Ma didn't know something. In fact, there was a group of Han people in my place. They were the wild people of Hanzhong. Later I gathered them and registered them."
"Well, I heard Zhuge Junjun tell you about this, and you did a good job. The world has been in war for many years, and the people have suffered countless casualties. If you can leave a little more energy for the big man, that is a good thing."
"But I still have a condition for getting registered."
Now that we are negotiating, let's make the treatment and conditions clear to avoid Old Demon Zhuge looking for trouble in the future.
"Tell me."
"After registering, Han people must sign a three-year contract and Hu people must sign a five-year contract. During these few years, they can only work in textile workshops and pastures and are not allowed to leave. When the contract time is up, they are free to stay. "
Ma Su thought for a while, nodded, and said, "It's not too much, of course. After all, your efforts cannot be in vain."
When Feng Yong heard this, he immediately clapped his hands and said, "That's it! When will the people of Jincheng arrive? Governor Ma remember to send someone to tell them in advance, and I will accept them all."
Ma Di looked at Feng Yong strangely, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he asked, "You didn't ask how many people there were?"
"Oh, Master Ma, no matter how many people there are, I will accept them all."
Feng Yong waved his hand and said.
It is normal for a factory to have about 10,000 employees.
If you add in the family members of employees, 30,000 to 50,000 people would be standard.
Otherwise, how could there be enough human resources to form a semi-closed small social ecological circle?
Plus ranches, mines...
Feng Tubiao really wanted to say tens of thousands more.
But if he really said it, he was afraid that Ma Dazui would directly kidnap him back to Jincheng.
So now Feng Yong only has a few thousand people at most, barely enough to fill a textile workshop.
The mines in the mountains, except for digging some coal and lime for their own use, are basically in a semi-paralyzed state.
Ma Su looked at Feng Yong's unconcerned expression, nodded thoughtfully, and was speechless for a while.
After all, he is from a noble family and knows what the manors of the noble family look like.
Not to mention a thousand people, there are thousands of people working in the fields for the big families, and their wives and daughters working at home to weave cloth for the owner's family, plus other chores, all added up, the Zhuangzi with tens of thousands of people is also Not without.
But no matter what, they always have one thing in common, that is, they must have fields and cultivate them.
Regardless of whether you have five friends or five friends, in addition to handing over to the owner's family, you must always keep a part of what you grow for your own living.
But what the Feng family in front of him seemed to be doing was completely different.
He has thousands of people under his command, but they do not do farm work.
It's not right to say that I don't do farm work. After all, weaving is considered farm work.
Those thousands of people should have nothing to do with farming.
Thousands of people who are not under the control of the imperial court gather together and do nothing but farm.
Before this textile workshop came out, the only thing Ma Di could think of was rebellion.
But the emergence of the textile workshop made Ma Su feel a little confused.
It is a very strange thing that even if there is no farming, thousands of people can stay in one place obediently without any turmoil.
The key is that not only is there no turmoil, but countless woolen cloths can be produced, which is simply incomprehensible.
Harvesting wool is easy to understand, and wool weaving is not difficult to understand either. But how to keep these thousands of people stable all year round without farming is difficult to understand.
As a feudal social official who had never seen the era of large-scale industry, Ma Di was instinctively afraid and resistant.
What if one day this textile workshop disappears?
Those thousands of people have been cut off. If they are not appeased in time, Hanzhong may become the second Daze Township!
Ma Su didn't believe that the prime minister hadn't thought about the consequences.
But the wool and the woolen cloth were so fascinating that even if Feng Yong said he quit now, let alone Zhao Erlang and others, the queen and even the prime minister would force him to continue.
After one winter day, this textile workshop has to buy grain and exchange so many cattle and sheep. If it lasts for a year, how much grain will the woolen cloth produced be exchanged for?
No fool would do it!
Thinking of this, Ma Su glanced at Feng Yong with complicated emotions, calmed down, and could only remind Feng Yong again.
"The Prime Minister treats you differently. No one has ever done this in this workshop. If something happens, it will definitely be a big deal. You have to be careful not to live up to the Prime Minister's expectations of you."
Of course it is not a trivial matter. An organized proletarian rampage is much more terrifying than an unorganized rampage.
But relative to this risk, the huge profits of this emerging industry are enough for Zhuge Laoyao to take this risk.
Besides, is the iron fist of the Han Empire in feudal society just a decoration?
"Don't worry, Governor Ma, I know the joints involved better than anyone else."
This is why Feng Yong wants to feed people and give them hope.
If you really squeeze it hard, if a few thousand already organized people go berserk, the damage caused by tens of thousands of rioters will be no different.
At that time, the old demon Zhuge even skinned Feng Tubou without regretting it.
"Your spinning loom is different from the ones outside. Let me ask you, if it is replaced by linen and silk, can it be used?"
"Of course it works."
It was originally improved from the loom used to weave linen and silk, so why can't it be used?
"That's it."
Ma Su nodded and said, "You draw the method of making this spinning wheel and loom, and I will send someone to the Prime Minister's Palace."
"No, Governor Ma, didn't you say next year?"
When Feng Tibi heard this, he immediately became anxious.
"Look at how anxious you are!"
Ma Su said angrily, "Will the Prime Minister break his promise? Don't worry. I promised that all the wool harvested this year will be used for weaving cloth for you, so I will definitely give it to you. These spinning wheels and looms, the Prime Minister has other uses."
"Any other use?"
Feng Yong thought for a while, "Where to use it?"
"The Prime Minister has his own arrangements? How can we know about it?"
How could you not know?
Feng Yongcai didn't believe what Ma Su said.
Since I just asked if I could weave linen and silk, it would most likely be used to weave those two things.
Over in Jincheng, the official Shu brocade that Old Demon Zhuge could use was the official Shu brocade, but how could it be so easy to weave Shu brocade? Not to mention the complicated craftsmanship, even silk is hard to come by.
There is no greenhouse at this time, so sericulture can only be started in spring.
The most important thing is that silkworm seeds are extremely rare.
There is no way, the breeding technology is not up to par.
Without enough silkworm seeds, the silk produced will not be enough. In addition, without sufficient breeding technology, diseases and insect pests will cause the loss of part of the silkworms during the growth process, and the final silk obtained will be pitiful.
Insufficient production is also an important reason why silk brocade is expensive.
Unlike in later generations, silkworm babies can even be kept and played by kindergarten children in a special cardboard box.
Therefore, before the silk production has been sufficiently improved, it does not make much sense to use the spinning wheels and looms to produce Sichuan brocade.
Since it's not Jincheng's Shu brocade, where else can it be used?
In fact, the big man's territory now is pitifully small, only four parts.
One is Hanzhong, one is Badi, one is Shudi, and one is Nanzhong.
Hmm...Nanzhong...
Nanzhong?
Feng Tibi suddenly widened his eyes.
Old Demon Zhuge, are you starting to prepare for Nanzhong at this time?
