Of course, building a road cannot be called an infrastructure maniac, but Feng Yongyong not only wants to renovate all the roads in the textile workshop, but also starts construction of another courtyard next to the small courtyard where they live.
Then, not far from the small courtyard, another area was marked out to prepare for large-scale construction.
Construction started on three locations at the same time, which was considered a major project these days.
It is because he has people under his command that Feng Yong has the capital to become an infrastructure maniac.
Fortunately, these three construction sites are not too far apart. In addition, whether in Nanzheng or here, I have built houses with bricks and tiles, so I have a team of skilled construction workers at my disposal.
Therefore, apart from building roads, which required him to keep an eye on them, building houses did not require him to keep an eye on them all the time.
Otherwise, even cutting him in half wouldn't be busy enough.
At noon that day, Feng Yong rushed from the road construction site to the house construction site. When he passed the big house of the textile workshop on the way, he saw several people standing at the door of the textile workshop, one of whom was Li Mu.
From the look of her, she seemed to be preaching to the women in front of her.
This is not a strange thing. After all, Li Mu is now the manager of the textile workshop, and it is normal to preach to the people below.
Even in Feng Yong's eyes, this is what a manager really looks like.
Unlike Guan Ji, she would remain silent as long as nothing happened in the textile workshop.
It is still uncertain whether Li Mu is qualified for this job.
Hopefully she won't let herself down.
So Feng Yong didn't want to get involved in what was going on, but a figure behind Li Mu made him stop and watch.
Quietly get closer, yes, it's Amei.
Why did this girl get involved with Li Mu?
She looked anxious, twisting her clothes with her hands. She wanted to open her mouth several times to say something, but she didn't say anything. She didn't know whether she didn't know how to speak or didn't dare to speak.
Li Mu's expression was serious, even harsh.
They weren't too close, and they could only vaguely hear something like "not counting, reporting something," or something like that.
Amei looked around as if asking for help. Unexpectedly, she saw a familiar figure. Her eyes lit up and she was about to speak when she saw Feng Yong waving his hand and turning away.
Li Mu is now in her rookie stage, and it is the time to establish her authority. If Feng Yong intervenes at this time, it will not only make Li Mu unable to let go in the future, but also damage her prestige in front of her subordinates.
This was not Feng Yong's original intention to let her be the steward.
No matter right or wrong, always let her do it first before talking about it.
Feng Yong believed that Li Mu had any bad intentions, so he took a step back and said that even if she had other intentions, Feng Yong wouldn't worry.
After all, there will still be labor laws in later generations, so those vampire capitalists don't dare to be too presumptuous.
There are many employees with more personality who just pack up their things and fire the boss.
But here, the heart, spleen, liver, and lungs of the workers belong to themselves from the inside out. If someone really gets brave, the worst they can do is cut off a few heads, and then send the rest to the mine, where they are waiting. There's a mine under man's control!
Whoever is tired of living a stable life, Feng Yongyong will not mind letting him go underground to see the scenery.
After seeing two other construction sites, Feng Yong returned to his small courtyard, took off his wicker helmet, and patted the dirt on his body.
Amei was back and came over to help Feng Yong wash his hands and face, and then brought lunch.
"Where's Sanniang?"
Seeing Guan Ji's absence, Feng Yong asked strangely.
Not to mention Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, Li Qiu and Huang Chong are also busy with their own affairs, so they rarely come over to have dinner together now.
"Ms. Guan said that she doesn't feel very well. She is resting in her room now. Let the Lord eat first."
Amei set out the dishes and explained.
"uncomfortable?"
When Feng Yong heard this, he immediately asked worriedly, "Are you sick?"
Guan Ji has been practicing martial arts all year round and has always been in good health. How could she suddenly become ill?
Amei's face turned slightly red, and she shook her head and said, "I'm not sick, I just have a stomachache. It will be fine in a few days."
How many days will it take?
Looking at Amei's expression, Feng Yong suddenly understood.
He had never seen Guan Ji with such a problem before. Feng Yong thought it was because of her good physical fitness, but he didn't expect that she would also have this problem.
"Sanniang, it seems like this has never happened before, right?"
Feng Yong thought for a while and then asked Amei uncertainly.
Amei didn't expect that the master would even ask such a thing, and her face turned even redder.
"Before...Ms. Guan didn't seem to have...and somehow, it became like this in the past two months."
When the master asked a question, Amei had to answer even if it was embarrassing.
Feng Tubiao didn't look embarrassed at all. He thought for a while and said to Amei, "Have you had ginger soup?"
"Already drank."
Feng Yong nodded and sighed with regret. It would be nice if there was brown sugar.
I was a little worried about Guan Ji, so I hurriedly took a few bites of rice. I wanted to go see Guan Ji, but looking at the sun, it was noon, which is the time when people are sleepiest in the day. Maybe Guan Ji was resting, so I had to press Lower your mood.
Asking Amei to put away the food, Feng Yong took a few steps back and forth, and was about to take a rest when he saw Amei coming back again.
"Don't you want to eat?"
Feng Yong asked strangely.
As a servant, Amei always waits for Feng Yong to finish eating before she can eat.
Amei shook her head, looking like she had something to say, but she couldn't say it.
"If you have anything to say, just say it. After following me for so long, are you still afraid that I will eat you?"
Feng Yong hated Amei's temperament the most. She was so soft and made people angry at the sight of her.
In addition, she was worried about Guan Ji, which made her feel a little unhappy, and her tone was not so good.
"It's... my lord. I have something I want... to ask my lord."
After holding it in for a long time, when she saw Feng Yong turning around and leaving her alone, Amei finally plucked up the courage to say.
"What's up?"
"My lord, as long as weavers in the textile workshop can weave cloth, can they be registered as household registration?"
"Why do you ask?"
Feng Yong asked strangely, "When did you become concerned about the workshop?"
In the past, he wanted her to take charge of the textile workshop, but unfortunately she was unsatisfactory and had a weak temper. Otherwise, Feng Yong would not have let Li Mu become the manager.
Unexpectedly, today he took the initiative to ask about the textile workshop.
But seeing her squeaking again, Feng Yong had to explain impatiently, "It doesn't just mean weaving cloth, it also depends on whether we can weave enough cloth within the specified time."
"But, Madam Li won't register anyone today..." Amei stuttered, "I've woven enough cloth, but Madam Li still doesn't agree."
Feng Yong then remembered the scene he saw in the textile workshop.
"Is there such a thing?"
