Chapter 269: Storing Grain
The reason why Feng Tubou thought that Zhuge Lao Yao was for Nanzhong was entirely because he knew that after Zhuge Lao Yao pacified Nanzhong, it was barely brought under the effective rule of the Han Dynasty for the first time.
Although it can only be regarded as a rough rule of law, the Yi and Han people are rough.
In order to achieve the purpose of appeasing the barbarians, Zhuge Laoyao made the Nanzhong barbarians learn cattle farming and more advanced textile technology for the first time on a large scale.
Before this, although there were also reports of mature officials who could also farm and weave, for the whole of Nanzhong, raw officials still accounted for the majority.
So the old demon Zhuge now wants the drawings of the spinning wheel and loom in Feng Yong's hands. If it is not to prepare in advance, what else could it be?
“If the people from Jincheng want to join the textile workshop, there is a condition.”
Ma Su gently knocked on the table and said something again.
“Didn’t you say that the Prime Minister loves me?”
Feng Tubao knew that things were not that simple.
“Listen to me first.”
Ma Su was really too lazy to argue with this guy, "The wool weaving share needs to be changed."
“How much should be changed?”
Feng Yong tilted his head and asked.
Three-seven points is definitely not acceptable. If it is four or six points, it is barely acceptable for the sake of Zhuge Lao Yao sending it to someone.
It’s only one year anyway, so if you make less, just make less.
After all, Pingnanzhong also needs money.
“Before September this year, it was thirty-seven points, you were three, and the imperial court was seven. After September, it was seven-thirds, you were seven, and the imperial court was three.”
Um? Um!
Feng Yong's eyes widened again, this time he was really confused.
"why is that?"
In total, it’s basically still 50/50. Because around September, it is the time to harvest the second batch of wool.
Of course, if you really think about it, Feng Yong may have lost a little bit. After all, after the first batch of wool is harvested in the spring, there will still be some sporadic wool delivered later.
But this is not important, because the old demon Zhuge sent himself a group of Han people, which was very important for Feng Yong who lacked labor force, especially those who were skilled in spinning and weaving.
Just why did Zhuge Lao Yao change the method of dividing woolen cloth?
"This has nothing to do with you. I just ask you, are you willing to divide it this way?"
“Prefect Ma, is the food of the Han Dynasty ripe again this year?”
Feng Yong did not answer Ma Su's words, but asked a question without knowing anything.
“Although it is still some time before the wheat harvest, but now it seems that we can only harvest a little more than last year.”
When Ma Su said this, his eyes became even more complicated, "Speaking of which, the curved shaft plow and the eight-oxen plow are indeed sharp tools for farming."
Well, deep plowing is indeed beneficial to harvesting more grain, and Dujiangyan is indeed a great project.
If you want to pacify Nanzhong, the first influencing factor is money and food.
The money from selling the eight-niu plow, plus the woolen cloth that can be used as hard currency from Feng Yong this year, I think the finances will not be too tight.
Feng Yong suddenly realized that Old Demon Zhuge was so ambitious when he had some capital!
As soon as I saw that I had some money and food in my hands this year, I started sharpening my sword.
Thinking of this, Feng Tubie asked tentatively, "Prefect Ma, there are so many people in my place, and I want to store more food, do you think so?"
Ma Su stared at Feng Yong expressionlessly, and after a while he said, "What did you think of?"
Feng Yong shook his head, "I don't know anything. I only know that the people from Jincheng are coming over. I don't have enough food, so I need to buy more."
Food prices are going to rise!
Zhuge Lao Yao is probably planning to plot against the aristocratic family again.
Last year we just talked about seclusion and colonization, this year we started sharpening our sword, and next spring we will go south...
Last year, news of the war was flying all over the sky. Which family in Sichuan with some capital did not collect a batch of grain?
Unexpectedly, Zhuge Lao Yao first united with Soochow, and then closed the country for colonization. The high food prices supported by the rumors of war directly fell, and the aristocratic family who was preparing to make a lot of money suffered a huge loss on the spot.
Feng Tibi Moming, who was about to watch the show, was blacklisted by the rich people in Sichuan, and he also had the gangster nickname of "Smart Words, Ling Feng Langjun".
Looking at the use of curved shaft plows and eight-oxen plows in Shuzhong this year, the grain harvest is even more than last year, and the slogan of seclusion and colonization is still fresh in my ears.
It is estimated that there will still be some grain harvested at high prices last year, so no one will think about stocking up on grain.
Feng Yong thought of this and finally understood why Old Demon Zhuge wanted to divide it so much.
Around September, almost all the grain for the year has been harvested. There is a bumper harvest, and no one is stocking grain. How high can the price of grain be?
So the old demon Zhuge planned to use the woolen cloth that Feng Yong had worked hard to produce to stockpile a large amount of grain...
When spring starts tomorrow and the news of the Southern Expedition comes out, the big families in Shu will realize that they have missed out on a good deal.
Feng Tibi, who provided ammunition to Old Demon Zhuge, will probably be blacklisted in bold by the Sichuan clan again.
If you can’t escape, then enjoy it.
Feng Tibi thought, since I'm lying on the gun again, let's drink some soup.
“No one else is allowed to know about today’s events except you and me.”
Ma Su gave emphatically several warnings before leaving.
"I understand! Don't worry, Governor Ma. I don't know anything. I just bought some food for the textile workshop."
Feng Tibi gave repeated assurances.
Textile workshops in Nanxiang County.
Early in the morning, slogans rang out.
“Eagle takes off, prepare, start. One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four…”
I saw a few old soldiers shouting slogans in a large courtyard. A group of children followed the slogans, kicking their legs and bending hard, all with serious faces.
In their simple minds, if an old soldier can chop down a tree with a knife, he must be really capable.
As for the physical training techniques that have been passed down, you should naturally learn them carefully. In the future, you might be able to be like an old soldier on the battlefield, killing a thief with your left hand and a rebel with your right hand.
It’s so awesome!
Not far behind them is one of the best houses in Nanxiang County.
The house is covered with green tiles, the walls are made of red bricks, and the outside is plastered with a layer of lime.
Looking from a distance, they are white and very beautiful.
At least in the eyes of most people in Nanxiang County, they think this is the most beautiful house in the world.
Outside the large courtyard that is regarded as a campus, a group of peers were either holding the door of the courtyard or climbing up a tree, all looking at the jumping children with envy and longing.
The children inside finally stopped, lined up again in two lines, faced the courtyard door, and began to run out.
The children gathered around the entrance of the courtyard immediately dispersed, for fear of blocking the people coming out.
After running around the textile workshop, I returned to the yard and stood in front of a big house with a "canteen" sign.
“Ah, oh, uh...start reading.”
Then the childish voice sounded, "a, o, e..."
After reciting the initials and rhymes, with the consent of the old soldiers, they began to enter the canteen in batches.
(End of this chapter)