Chapter 749 The Wheel of History
The further west you go from Pingxiang, the colder the weather becomes.
Lingju City in Jincheng County had already received a light snowfall when it entered October.
Based on last year’s experience, Dongfeng Express has already prepared winter clothing, as well as various pickled vegetables, grains, and even Yuexi’s specialty: pickled fish.
This year's Dongfeng Express has not only used Yunnan horses as a means of transportation.
As the chairman of Dongfeng Express, who controls various tribes in Longyou, how could Feng Junhou waste the resources he has at hand?
So this year, the Qiang Protector's Office cooperated with Dongfeng Express and introduced a good policy.
That is, as long as each tribe gathers enough manpower and material resources, and then reports to the Protector Qiang Xiaowei Mansion.
You can apply to help Dongfeng Express transport goods from Qishanbao to Jincheng, Xiping, Xiaoguan and other places.
When they arrive at the farm, Dongfeng Express will give them a unique ticket.
With the notes, you can go to the Huqiang Xiaowei Mansion to cash in various things.
It can be used to offset previous debts, exchange for grain, wool, or even salt, etc.
This policy was praised by the Hu brothers in Longyou, who believed that Feng Langjun was seeking benefit for himself in disguise.
At least everyone can make some extra money this year and eat more food during the Chinese New Year than last year.
“Brother, are we going to increase the price of this wool?”
After delivering the last batch of supplies, Xu Xun entered the house, took off his sheepskin hat, shook out his woolen cloak, and the fine snow particles washed away.
The houses in Lingju are not as good as those in Pingxiang, let alone Nanxiang.
In addition to taking advantage of the privilege to make a temporary big bed, the daily way to stay warm is to sit by the fire and warm yourself up.
“Have you eaten leopard gallbladder?”
Feng Yong was roasting a leg of lamb. When he heard Xu Xun's words, he didn't even raise his eyelids.
"The supply of wool to the army is a contract. If you dare to raise the price halfway, your master will hang you up and beat you."
Feng Junhou was simply convinced by this guy.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been running express delivery for too long and I’ve gotten into the businessman’s spirit or something, but if I keep my mouth shut, the price will go up.
Labour, rising.
Dry food, rising.
Now the price of raw materials will also increase.
Feng Yong felt that this guy would one day be swollen to death.
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
Xu Xun took off his cloak, went to the fire and stretched out his hand to warm himself.
“What I mean is that our raw materials are difficult to supply to the army, and we have to squeeze out a share and sell them to Soochow.”
“Not to mention the road from Longyou to Guanzhong, even on the other side of Jincheng, it’s hard to find a piece of wool.”
“So why can’t the price of the wool we sell to Soochow increase?”
Selling wool to Soochow is considered a semi-political mission. After all, we have to import coarse sugar from them, so it’s not a loss.
Feng Yong couldn't be bothered with this guy who wanted money.
“Last year we were able to get a batch of low-grade wool from the workshop in Nanzheng, but now the guys in Nanzheng are selling even low-grade wool.”
Xu Xun muttered unwillingly when he saw Feng Yongyong speaking, expressing strong dissatisfaction with Nanzheng Workshop.
“I just sell those low-grade wool materials, but the price is ridiculously expensive.”
“I don’t know how dark my heart is to do such a thing. And those who buy with money, I don’t know if they are fools...”
“Say less!” Feng Yong scolded, “Nanzheng Workshop is run by the government. Can you give me advice on how to make it?”
Xu Xun was so frightened that he turned around and looked at the door to make sure there was no outsider, then he laughed and said, "Isn't this just for my brother?"
Feng Yong said "tsk" and secretly thought that these guys are really getting bolder and bolder.
It is true that the greed of capital makes people have no scruples.
In the past, under the high pressure of Old Demon Zhuge, who would have dared to say such a thing?
Now that Xu Xun said this, there may not be some people behind him who want it.
“Isn’t the workshop in Pingxiang already in operation?”
Feng Yong turned over the leg of lamb and gave Xu Xun a more sinister idea, "Which workshop spins wool that is qualified for the first time?"
“Won’t you think of a way to collect those unqualified wool materials in advance?”
Xu Xun was a little confused, "But brother, no matter how bad this kind of wool is, doesn't the Hu man still have to treasure it?"
"In addition, my brother took the low-grade wool produced in Nanzheng workshop last year to fool the barbarians. Which of those rich people is not smart? How could they let go?"
Sheep breeding in this era is far inferior to that of later generations.
Not to mention the yield and quality of wool.
Even though there are five wool spinning workshops in Pingxiang, in terms of size, they may not be half as big as the Nanxiang workshop.
Half of Longyou’s wool will be taken away by the government, and most of it will be given to Nanzheng Workshop.
However, the management concepts, management methods, production efficiency, and even market acumen of Nanzheng Workshop, a government-run operation, are far from comparable to Nanxiang Workshop.
Not to mention that Nanxiang Workshop has a top CEO like Li Mu sitting in charge.
So compared to Nanxiang Workshop, the rate of defective wool produced by Nanzheng Workshop every year is alarmingly high.
In terms of quality, the fineness of the wool produced by Nanxiang Workshop is far superior to that of Nanzheng.
Feng Yong sneered, "Haha", "If the Protector Qiang Colonel's Office can do this kind of thing, can others also do it?"
Last year, how many Hu tribesmen in Longyou had no food to eat and no clothes to wear?
So what the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion did last year was for the sake of the overall situation and so that the Hu brothers could have something to keep out the cold during the winter.
You among the people also want to do this. Have you asked the official’s office for protecting Qiang?
Holding rotten wool to fool the Hu brothers, there is a problem, causing dissatisfaction, can you afford it?
From a political point of view, the Qiang Protector's Office will not allow aristocratic families to mix with the Qiang and Hu.
Stretch out your hands to chop off your hands, stretch out your feet to chop off your feet.
The purpose of giving them such great benefits was not to please them, but to use their paths to open roads to Wei, Wu, and even the grasslands and the Western Regions.
Domestic sales are impossible. Before the unification of the world, it is impossible for them to sell domestically. Only exports can maintain a living standard.
The right to sell domestically can only be in the hands of oneself, cough, cough, the government.
"ah?"
Xu Xun was dumbfounded when he heard this.
He really couldn't imagine that such a thing could be said in this way.
He couldn't understand something.
"You don't understand." Feng Yong waved his hand, "Just go to your sister-in-law and they will make arrangements."
Using raw material production areas and product dumping areas as bait, semi-forced aristocratic families to expand outward, giving them a strong desire to unify.
With Xu Xun’s IQ, it’s normal that he can’t understand this concept.
With Zhang Xingyi’s political talent, he may understand something after studying the things in his own bookcase.
“Which sister-in-law?”
Xu Xun didn’t really expect to understand what was going on.
Because although I couldn’t quite understand what I was saying, I still felt it was a bit perceptive.
Brother's insidiousness, ah, no, I mean, brother's foresight, that is obvious to all.
“Which sister-in-law is there? Of course it’s Zhang. Well, don’t you only have one sister-in-law?”
Xu Xun suddenly realized, "I understand, I understand! I understand everything!"
“You know nothing!”
Seeing Xu Xun's ambiguous expression, Feng Junhou cursed angrily.
This **** actually allowed himself to accidentally let something slip, which is really an unforgivable crime.
“First go to Pingxiang to find Sister Guan to explain, and then go to Nanxiang to find Li Mu.”
Feng Junhou emphasized the word "pass" very seriously.
“Nanxiang Workshop is now responsible for supplying the weavers and handymen needed by Pingxiang Workshop.”
"If someone doesn't even sell us bad materials, then...Li Mu will naturally know what to do."
Xu Xun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "I understand, I understand, Sister-in-law Guan and Sister-in-law Li!"
Xu Xun was kicked, but he came back together like a normal person and smiled.
Just talking about the weavers and handymen, Xu Xun remembered something again.
“Brother, are the weavers and handymen in Pingxiang workshop really just hired workers? After paying off the debts, do we really want to let them go free?”
“The decree issued by the Prime Minister himself is still false?”
From the perspective of a workshop owner, he naturally wishes that everything in the workshop is his own, including the personal freedom of the weavers and handymen, and even their hearts, livers and spleens.
But from the perspective of industry development, and even from the perspective of a big man, this is a short-sighted behavior.
Feng Yong was very fortunate that because of the special situation, the Han Dynasty not only was not kidnapped by the aristocratic family, he even took the initiative to weaken the constraints of the aristocratic family.
So this short-sighted behavior was prevented by state power.
“You will understand in the future that this is for the good of everyone.”
Since Xu Xun talked about this, Feng Yong didn’t mind talking more.
He took out his dagger, cut off a piece of mutton, handed it to Xu Xun, then cut another piece of roasted skin and put it in his mouth.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Feng Yong said, "It's not like you don't know the situation in Nanxiang. How many weavers have become free in the past two years?"
"But who wants to leave? Everyone else is trying their best to squeeze in."
“The taxes collected by Nanxiang are increasing year by year. Last year, for example, it was only lower than Jincheng.”
"The government has not collected less taxes," Feng Yong pointed at himself again, "but the income of those industries in Nanxiang is also increasing year by year."
“Why? It’s because of those weavers, handymen, etc. who have become free. Since they have become free, they don’t need to eat anymore?”
“The money and food the workshop gives them every month, don’t they still have to use it to buy clothes, briquettes, and furniture?”
“It’s not like you don’t know that the food in the mouth, the clothes on the body, and the life in the home of the people who come out of the workshop are better than those of the old rich people in the country.”
"Where do these things come from? Do they grow them themselves? Do they make them themselves? Didn't they all buy them from us?"
The so-called free person means a free person who does not even own farmland. What else can he do besides selling his labor power?
As a capitalist, you earn surplus value with one hand and sell them products with the other hand.
The money and grain previously distributed to them were collected in another way.
This money and food circulate in a circle, and in the end it can stimulate production through consumption. Isn't it delicious?
After listening to Feng Yong's chatter for a long time, Xu Xun became more and more confused. He counted on his fingers and didn't understand.
It aroused Feng Yong's contempt.
This is the great dragon-slaying technique, you ancients know nothing about it!
It’s not that Xu Xun didn’t understand anything, at least he understood one thing: that the money and food eventually returned to his hands, and he even gained a good reputation.
“Brother, this kind of art of managing the world is really a unique skill from ancient times!”
Xu Xun slapped his thigh, his face filled with wonder.
Feng Yong laughed and didn't answer.
It is certain that it is an ancient secret, but he only talked about the first half.
He didn’t mention a word about “the proletariat unite” in the second half.
This is an inevitable trend of social form and a historical necessity. It would be useless even if he said it in advance.
At any rate, it would have been many years since his bones had turned into ashes.
Hundreds of years later, even if someone wants to dig up his grave, the most they will get is ashes. Feng Junhou has nothing to fear!
Because he has done his best to avoid the darkness of a hundred years later, he has a clear conscience.
If the unworthy descendants cannot even seize this opportunity, then don't blame their ancestors.
The cold winter in Liangzhou cannot resist the enthusiasm of the brothers.
A few days after Xu Xun left, several brothers braved the severe cold and ran over to visit Feng Junhou, who was guarding his residence, regardless of the long distance.
“Brother!”
As soon as Zhao Guang entered the house, he wanted to pounce on him regardless of the cold air brought in from outside.
“Brother, you want to harm me!”
Feng Yong then put on a defensive posture and pushed him away.
“Wenxuan, why are you here too?”
The two brothers Li Yi and Li Qiu who followed behind were much more polite.
They all saluted Feng Yong: "I've met my brother."
“Sit down, everyone,” Feng Yong greeted, “There is hot water over there and tea on the table. You can pour whatever you want to drink.”
“I don’t like to be served by others, so I do it myself. This is the milk tea I made in the morning. Drinking it can ward off the cold.”
Zhao Guang poured a bowl of milk tea by himself without any politeness and drank it all in one gulp.
Then he exhaled and said, "Delicious!"
The resentment that had just been pushed away by his brother was swept away.
“Brother, this milk tea is really the best soup. I heard that in the Hu tribe, only the most distinguished guests will bring it out.”
Zhao Guang poured another bowl, "Two months ago, I went to see the pasture north of Pingxiang."
“When the commander-in-chief of those tribes heard that my brother and I were brothers, they even took out the last bit of tea leaves in the tribe.”
Zhao Guang extended his thumb and said, "Brother's name is more valuable to the barbarian tribe than real money!"
“But when it comes to this milk tea, my brother’s place is the best!”
After Zhao Guang finished speaking, he drank another bowl.
Feng Yongyong ignored him and only looked at Li Yi and Li Qiu, "I thought Xinhou (Li Qiu) came alone, but I didn't expect Wenxuan to come with him."
Conquering Jincheng and Xiping is not the end of the matter.
You still have to have people send the news back, and finally you have to wait for the court to decide on the governors of the two counties.
So in the past two months, Feng Yong has been leading the army to guard Lingju. In addition to putting pressure on Wuwei, he is also waiting for the arrival of the Jincheng prefect who took over.
Li Qiu, who was originally promoted from the magistrate of Nanxiang County to the chief historian of Hanzhong, was now promoted to the prefect of Jincheng County.
If the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty did not consider the factor of protecting Qiang Colonel Feng Yong, many people would not believe it.
Anyway, everyone now knows that the first group of people who followed Feng Junhou are now the best among the younger generation of the Han Dynasty.
As the new governor of Jincheng, it was natural for Li Qiu to come over to hand over the affairs to Feng Yong.
But Li Yi also came over, which surprised Feng Yong.
Li Yi took a vacation and went back to Nanzhong to visit Li Hui. At the same time, he and Zhao Guang got married on the same day.
I heard that Jincheng was quite lively at that time.
The Li family in Nanzhong has really become a prominent family now.
Li Hui was the governor of Nanzhong, Li Yi joined the army in the Prime Minister's Office, and Li Qiu was the prefect of Jincheng.
At the same time, he married into the He family.
Although this He family does not represent the He family in Shu on the surface.
But everyone knows that the third brother of the He family is now Zhuge Lao Yao's dog, and he will bite whoever he asks.
A few days ago, Feng Yong cooperated with the Li family in Longxi. Li Mu personally performed the operation, and the father and son He Wang and He Shen from the third room of the He family provided ammunition.
Hands down the clan leader of the Li family in Shuzhong directly, and he is still in a state of backache.
Because of the three families of the He family, the He family in Shu is actually now in a state of division.
Many side branches followed the father and son of He Wang and He Shen.
Coupled with the marriage between the Li family in Nanzhong and a branch of the He family, I wonder if the head of the He family's clan will scold MMP in his heart now?
Anyway, the two major surnames in Shu, the He and Li families, were torn apart like this.
For the direct clan clan, this situation is like the sky is falling.
But for the side branch that has benefited, I welcome it cautiously.
Compared to the people in the clan living well, I definitely prefer that I live a good life, right?
Emperor Xiaowu’s favor order was originally an unsolvable conspiracy in the world.
The alliance between the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty and King Feng Gui also feels like a big push for favor.
I represent the wheel of history, and you cannot stop it.
The situation is not a good one, it is a great one, but there is a trace of worry that cannot be hidden in Li Yi's eyes.
There were all his brothers in the room, and Li Yi didn't hide anything: "Brother, I went back to Nanzhong to visit you. Your body really can't hold on any longer."
As soon as these words came out, even Zhao Guang looked over.
Along the way, Li Wenxuan was not mentioned in one word, and he kept him tightly!
(End of this chapter)