Chapter 270 Grain storage

  The reason why Feng Tubie thought that Zhuge Laoyao was for Nanzhong was entirely because he knew that after Zhuge Laoyao pacified Nanzhong, it was the first time that it was barely brought under the effective rule of the Han.

  Although it can only be regarded as a rough outline of the discipline, Yi and Han are rough and safe.

  In order to achieve the goal of appeasing the barbarians, the Zhuge old demon taught the Nanzhong barbarians to learn cattle farming and more advanced textile technology on a large scale for the first time.

  Before this, although there were also rumors that the senior bureaucrats also cultivated textiles, for the whole Nanzhong, the raw bureaucrats still accounted for the majority.

  So Old Demon Zhuge wants the blueprint of the spinning machine and loom in Feng Yong's hand now, not to prepare in advance, so what else?

   "If the people from Jincheng are to enter the textile workshop, there is one condition."

  Ma Di tapped the desk lightly, and said another sentence.

   "Didn't you say that the Prime Minister loves me?"

  Feng Tubie knew that things were not that simple.

   "Listen to me first."

   Ma Di really didn’t want to argue with this kid, “The wool weaving is divided into, so we need to change it.”

   "How much to change?"

  Feng Yong asked with his head tilted.

  Three to seven points is definitely not enough, four to six points, for the sake of Zhuge old demon sending someone, it is barely acceptable.

   Anyway, it’s only one year, so let’s earn less if you earn less.

   After all, Pingnan High School also needs money.

   "Before September this year, 37 points, you three, the court seven. After September, seven three points, you seven, the court three."

Um? Um!

  Feng Yong's eyes widened again, this time it really confused him.

"why is that?"

   All in all, it's basically fifty or five points. Because around September is the time to collect the second batch of wool.

  Of course, if you think about it seriously, Feng Yong may have lost a little bit. After all, after the first batch of wool is collected in spring, there will still be some sporadic wool sent over later.

   But this is not important, because the old demon Zhuge sent himself a group of Han people, which is very important for Feng Yong who lacks labor, especially for Feng Yong who is familiar with spinning and weaving.

   It’s just why did the old demon Zhuge change the division of wool cloth?

   "This has nothing to do with you, I just ask you, do you like this division?"

   "Mr. Ma, is the food for the big man ready again this year?"

  Feng Yong didn't answer what Ma Su said, but instead asked a question without thinking.

   "Although it is still some time before the wheat harvest, but now it seems that I am afraid that there will be more harvest than last year."

   Ma Di's eyes became even more complicated when he said this, "Speaking of which, the Quyuanli and Ba Niuli are indeed sharp farming tools."

  Well, deep plowing is indeed beneficial to harvest 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 eight ox plows, plus the wool 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 understood, the old monster Zhuge had some capital and wanted to be fooled!

  Seeing that I have some money and food in my hand this year, I started to sharpen my sword.

  Thinking of this, Feng Tubie tentatively asked, "Mr. Ma, there are so many people in my place, and I want to store more food, do you think so?"

   Ma Di 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 of Jincheng are coming, and my food is not enough, I need to buy more."

   There is going to be a war!

  Food prices are about to rise!

  Old Demon Zhuge is probably planning to have a family of evil again.

  I only said last year that I would retreat and colonize. This year I will start sharpening my knife, and I will go south next spring...

   Last year, news of the war was flying all over the sky. If there is a bit of capital in the middle of Sichuan, which one didn't have a batch of grain?

   Unexpectedly, the old demon Zhuge first united with Soochow, and then retreated and colonized. The high food prices supported by the rumors of the war were directly smashed down, and the aristocratic family that was about to make a fortune lost money on the spot.

  Feng Tubie Moming, who was going to watch the show, was on the blacklist of the big clan in central Shu, and incidentally got the bandit name of "Feng Langjun who is clever and charming".

  Seeing that the Quyuan plow was used in the middle of Shu this year, the eight-ox plow was used for deep plowing, and the grain was even harvested more than last year. The slogan of retreat and colonization is still vivid in my ears.

   It is estimated that there should be some grain harvested at high prices last year, so no one will think about hoarding grain.

  Feng Yong thought of this, and finally understood why the old demon Zhuge wanted to share in that way.

   Around September, almost all the grain for the year has been harvested. There is a bumper harvest of grain, and no one is stockpiling grain. How can the price of grain be so high?

  So the old demon Zhuge planned to take the woolen cloth that Feng Yong had worked so hard to produce, and stockpile a large amount of grain...

  When the spring starts tomorrow, when the news of the Southern Expedition comes out, the rich families in Sichuan will find out that they have missed a good deal.

  Feng Tubie, who provided ammunition to the old demon Zhuge, is probably going to be blacklisted again by the big clan in central Shu.

   You can’t escape, so enjoy it.

  Feng Tubie thought, since I'm lying on the gun again, let's drink some soup.

   "What happened today, except you and me, no one else should know."

   Before leaving, Ma Di gave several emphatic instructions.

   "Understood! Don't worry, Ma Taishou, I don't know anything. I just bought some food for the textile workshop."

  Feng Tubie repeatedly promised.

  The textile workshop in Nanxiang County.

  Early in the morning, the slogan sounded.

   "Eagle take off, get ready, go. One two three four, two two three four..."

  In a large courtyard, several old soldiers were chanting slogans, and a group of children followed the slogans, kicking their legs hard and bending over, each with a serious face.

  In their simple minds, if the old **** can cut a tree with a knife, then he has real skills.

  As for the body training skills that have been passed down, naturally you have to study hard, maybe in the future, you can also be like the old soldier, killing a thief with your left hand and a rebel with your right hand when you go to the battlefield.

  Old and powerful!

   Not far behind them is one of the best houses in Nanxiang County.

  The house is covered with blue tiles, the walls are made of red bricks, and a layer of lime is plastered on the outside.

   Looking from a distance, it is white and extremely 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 was regarded as a campus, a group of peers were either pawing at the gate of the courtyard or climbing up the trees, all looking at the jumping children with envy and longing.

  The children inside finally stopped, lined up again in two rows, faced the gate of the yard, and began to run out.

  The children surrounding the gate of the compound immediately dispersed, for fear of blocking those who came 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."

  So the childish voice sounded, "a, o, e..."

   After reading the initials and finals, they began to enter the cafeteria in batches with the consent of the old pawn.

  (end of this chapter)