Chapter 195 Can’t tell
“What to plan? How to plan?”
Although he was a bit panicked, Feng Tubol was not stupid enough to admit it directly.
He Wulang smiled innocently and did not comment on Feng Tubou's denial.
It was just that when Feng Tubie saw his smile, he no longer dared to look down upon him, because this fat man was not simple.
“In the beginning, as soon as the eight-oxen plow came out, there was a lot of commotion in Jincheng. Many people with fields at home tried their best to get what they had.”
Why not forget to pick up the bowl and take another sip of hot water, then wipe your forehead.
In this cold weather, he actually sweated a little.
“It’s just that I don’t know where the news came from, saying that this thing is only for the ministers of the DPRK and will not be considered for civilian use for the time being.”
Of course Feng Yong knew about this. At that time, Wang Ping offended many colleagues because of this. Finally, Feng Yong asked Wang Xun to give him a message, asking him to take leave to help him find Qiang people and avoid the limelight.
I just don’t know why this little fat guy suddenly mentioned this?
Feng Yong was thinking in his mind and glanced at He Wang, just in time to catch the admiring look from the other party.
"Later I heard that Hanzhong was to be colonized, and the Eight-Niu Plow was made for this reason. Those in the court who had land in Hanzhong could give priority to redeeming the Eight-Niu Plow from the Shaofu. As soon as these two news came out, many people were anxious. A big family in Shu."
"Later, some people who were worried about the country and the people wrote to Your Majesty again and again, saying that the people also need these eight oxen plows, and admonishing Your Majesty not to forget the people of the world. Later, Your Majesty consulted the Prime Minister."
“This statement is correct. There are still capable people in the court who can take care of the people.”
Feng Yong nodded in agreement, with the same admiration on his face as He Wang.
But I felt "poof" in my heart. Are you still worried about the country and the people? They are obviously hostile elements lurking in the court!
Those who can use eight oxen to plow are called common people?
Hearing Feng Yong's words, He Forgot smiled, but there was no smile on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
He could only hear him continue to speak: "The Prime Minister said that he was worried about missing Hanzhong for reclamation, so he did not sell it to the people at first. Later, His Majesty was worried about the people, and gave Hanzhong Ye the right to make the eight-ox plow exclusively for Hanzhong. The eight-oxen plow produced in Jincheng cannot be used in Hanzhong to avoid the worry of heavy consumption."
Very good, this move directly put an end to the idea of aristocratic families running from Jincheng to Hanzhong with their eight-oxen plow to grab land.
Officially speaking, it sounds good, but it is because they are worried about duplication of production.
But it was actually the condition proposed by Zhuge Laoyao that the aristocratic families could buy the eight-niu plow.
Part of the easily cultivated land in Hanzhong was distributed to meritorious officials, and part was enclosed by the imperial court for farming. The rest was basically scraps.
Either the fields that have been opened are scattered and not connected, or it is difficult to cultivate, or the grain yield is not high. It is okay for the Guizhou leaders to make a living, but how can a family who is used to eating big fish and meat take a fancy to it?
So, do you want to get the rights to Ba Niu Plow openly, or do you want to get the wasteland that Hanzhong despises?
This is simply something that doesn’t need to be considered.
Besides, there is only one road from Jincheng to Hanzhong, and there are so many city gates in the middle. With this regulation, even if you want to go against it, how can you get there?
Is it possible that you want to imitate Deng Ai and sneak into Yinping?
“The imperial court allowed the people to redeem the eight-oxen plows from the Shaofu. For a time, families who could use the eight-oxen plows came in large numbers. The grand occasion at that time was really rare..."
Speaking of this, He Wang looked at Feng Yong again, with admiration still in his eyes, "Even if the price of the eight-niu plow was mentioned again and again, it could not stop people from rushing to buy it. For a while, the stock was actually out..."
Such a familiar scene, such a familiar routine!
There were two mobile phones back then. Wasn’t this the same method used?
One is selling a kidney and queuing up all night to grab it, the other is online hunger marketing...
“How much does a pair of eight-oxen plows cost?”
Feng Yong asked while sighing.
“At first there were five pieces per pair, then it became eight pieces, and finally ten pieces. This is also a shortage of inventory.”
Feng Tibi opened his mouth wide, and his saliva almost flowed down.
As a party involved, he naturally knows the cost of a plow of eight niu, which is about one plow.
Doubling profits can be called huge profits, but Zhuge Lao Yao is not just doubling it? This is a minimum of 400% and a maximum of 900% profit!
With this wave of events, the imperial court will probably have a good year.
“I don’t know who planned this, but the control over people’s hearts is so wonderful and admirable!”
He Wang shook his head and sighed.
Who else besides Zhuge Laoyao?
Feng Yonggang was about to nod in agreement, but suddenly remembered He Wang’s look just now, and was stunned: You don’t know how, are you talking about me?
Looking at He Wang below, I saw that he had a very understanding look on his face, as if he was saying, yes, I know it was you.
However, this matter has nothing to do with me! I just made a plow...
Feng Yong wanted to explain, but found that he didn't know where to start.
The thing about controlling people's hearts is simply illusory and something that can be realized freely. How can you explain it clearly?
And the subject of this matter, Ba Niuli, was the one who caused it himself. It is quite natural for others to think that he did this matter.
"The He family is also a big family, and they also grabbed a few pairs of eight-oxen plows. My younger brother's family just got a pair."
He Wang lowered his voice, leaned his head and said, "According to what I have tried, the eight-ox plow is very labor-saving. In the past, it took a hundred people to plow the land, but now only a dozen people are enough. It is necessary to retain people. For harvesting, thirty or so people are enough. But the remaining seventy people have nothing to do from now on."
“And the imperial court issued an edict when the Eight Oxen Plow came out, which was to supervise the families of domestic slaves. If there are any slaves who do not comply with the government order, the slaves must be re-registered..."
Fuck!
If it weren't for Little Fatty He sitting below, Feng Yong could hardly control the overwhelming power in his body, and he would have kicked over the table in front of him in excitement.
Hearing this, he fully understood what Zhuge Lao Yao had done with the Eight Ox Plow after he left Jincheng.
Is Ba Niu Plow good?
Of course!
One plow can support a hundred farmers, and the cattle can only eat grass. Unlike those two-legged animals, they have to eat and waste food.
So if you have a magical tool like the eight-oxen plow, what kind of servants do you need for farming?
Feng Yong can almost completely imagine what the big family in Sichuan is thinking.
In terms of the political knowledge Feng Tibi has learned, it is that the renewal of production tools and the improvement of labor efficiency can liberate more labor from the land.
Zhuge Laoyao naturally doesn't understand this, but he understands that the more aristocratic families release more hidden people in their hands, the more beneficial it will be to the big man.
(End of this chapter)