Chapter 1094: Up to Heaven Listening

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Rongcheng County is under Dingxing County and adjacent to Baoding Fucheng.

Because of this, it became the west gate of Baoding Mansion.

At this time, the place is full of dust.

Because they borrowed money from the Xishan Bank to finance the construction of roads in Baoding Fucheng and Dingxing County. Although the roads have not yet been fully connected, at this time, it is already a new look.

Countless merchants poured in.

After all, although it is in the area of ​​the New Deal, merchants need to pay taxes, but there are many opportunities.

A lot of waste is waiting to be done, and the profits are especially high.

One by one, the workshops were built directly.

In order to catch up with the work, many workshops are temporary work sheds. Manpower is recruited, raw materials are brought in, and production begins.

The environment here is terrible.

But there are young people everywhere, looking for work, and brokers are like flies, looking for opportunities.

Merchants worked tirelessly to come here and began to familiarize themselves with the environment.

The officials of the county government have already been busy.

Because the county government collected commercial taxes and had money, it no longer relied on ordinary people to serve, but recruited a large number of officials. In the past, those illiterate people were all replaced by a group of energetic young people who could barely read and write. superior.

These people have energy and can learn.

Most importantly, of course, they have hope.

My own superiors are all promoted by relying on junior officials.

If I do a good job, wouldn't I also have the opportunity to become a secretary, even a pawn and master bookkeeper, even a county magistrate and county magistrate...

Because of this, many educated people are willing to join the yamen. Originally, this yamen servant was called a lowly official, but now, his status is different.

The six houses in the county have to manage many things, from patrolling arrests to attracting business, to surveying land, collecting taxes, even going to the countryside, even coordinating various construction sites, and even maintaining traffic.

In the past, the government did not come down to the county, but now, too many new things have been spawned, and someone must coordinate and manage them.

These county officials are also novices, and they rely entirely on themselves.

Fortunately, Liang Min, the county magistrate, is a shrewd and capable person. He climbed up step by step from a small official, and followed Mr. Ouyang's mansion. How to do things, sometimes at a loss what to do, Liang Min had to do it himself, as if leading a group of young apprentices.

Chang Cheng's fellow countryman is not in Rongcheng County, but a dozen miles outside the county seat. Here, although the road is open, it looks barren, the land is leveled, and workshops have sprung up one by one, because It is too late for all the workshops to settle in, which seems a bit desolate.

Chang Cheng led Emperor Hongzhi and others to a wooden workshop.

Outside the workshop, there was an old man drinking tea from a large pottery bowl, looking leisurely.

Seeing Chang Cheng, the old man actually recognized him, and said in a Tongzhou accent: "Ah, Chang Cheng, are you here too?"

"Come here, come here." Chang Cheng was very kind when he heard the local accent.

The old man hurriedly led him to the concierge, let them sit down, and then flew into the workshop.

After a while, seven or eight people came out. Obviously, they were all from Tongzhou, and they all had some relationship with Chang Cheng.

The leader, wearing a half-worn Yuanfu shirt, looks like a merchant, but he is also dusty. This is the common image of workshop owners here in Baoding.

While staying in the workshop every day, supervising production, and negotiating business with people, I am out of breath every day, especially the demand has increased recently, and if I make an extra batch of goods, I will earn more money. Come on, ever since, these people are all in a hurry.

When the man saw Chang Cheng, he stepped forward and said, "I knew you would come too, dog. I urged you several times, but you were still missing. Can you still live in Tongzhou? Follow me and save your strength. Can you survive?" Have plenty of food and clothing, come, Lao Liang, take him with you tomorrow, first teach him how to paint, now there is a shortage of manpower, no one can be recruited, if you don’t deliver, it’s over.”

The workshop owner's eyes were red with anxiety.

Now there are many workshops and construction sites, and a small workshop like his is located in the outskirts of the city. How can it compete with those big workshops and cannot recruit manpower? A feather, although it is not like a tiger with wings, but it also feels like I am going to fly.

He looked past Chang Cheng and saw Emperor Hongzhi and Fang Jifan.

All of a sudden, the eyes are bright.

He stepped forward: "These are Chang Cheng and friends, are they all from Tongzhou? Oh, sir... sir... are you scholars?"

Emperor Hongzhi was wearing a half-worn Confucian fir.

At this moment, the master of the workshop cried and held Emperor Hongzhi's hand affectionately: "Sir... Where is the high school? Sir, go, talk inside, talk inside."

Wang Shouren and the others all sullenly showed signs of nervousness.

The owner of the workshop was in his mid-thirties, and looked at Wang Shouren again: "This gentleman is also a scholar?"

Wang Shouren's face was sullen, he was serious, and he shut the door of the workshop owner.

The owner of the workshop didn't take it seriously, but decided to focus on the more amiable Emperor Hongzhi: "Mr. is also a newcomer, no, no, no, you shouldn't be called Mr. I see you are old, why don't you call me uncle, how about it?" ?”

Emperor Hongzhi: "..."

Fang Jifan thought to himself, I am your uncle on Mount Tai, so I will call my father-in-law a grandfather in the future.

The owner of the workshop is very attentive, he keeps asking where he is, and he fumbles around the kitchen to get some food and drinks.

Emperor Hongzhi and the others were indeed hungry. Although the meal contained some meat, it was not well cooked.

On the other hand, Chang Cheng and the other guys all ate very deliciously. Chang Cheng kept a few shredded pork on purpose, and when the plate was cleaned, he carefully picked up the shredded meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He didn't swallow, but carefully clenched his teeth for dozens of times, completely digesting the aftertaste of the meaty taste before swallowing.

Immediately, his face lit up, and all of a sudden, he felt a sense of happiness.

The owner of the workshop patted him on the shoulder: "Work hard, with food and housing included, every meal is meaty, and the apprentice is two taels of silver per month, and after two months, I will give you a salary increase."

Chang Cheng nodded hurriedly, feeling even more happy.

The owner of the workshop took Emperor Hongzhi's hand and cried: "Uncle, Uncle, since Uncle is not a high-ranking person, why don't you just work as an accountant in this workshop? Uncle's other friends can also be accommodated, they want If you want to be a painter, you can be a painter, if you want to help with transportation, you can transport it, if you want to make wooden furniture, you can make wooden furniture, I will take care of it, so please don’t think this place is too small..."

Emperor Hongzhi: "..."

The owner of the workshop said: "Every month, five taels of silver, including food and lodging, single room."

Xiao Jing sneered at the side, the owner of this workshop is going to die.

Fang Jifan looked confused... The quality of this workshop owner needs to be improved.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly said: "Okay, I will be the accountant."

When the workshop owner heard this, he was about to cry.

Fearing that Emperor Hongzhi would run away, he hurriedly asked someone to take the contract.

Only after signing the contract can you feel at ease.

Emperor Hongzhi didn't take it seriously, so he named it, and under the contract, he wrote his own name-Zhu Dashou.

The owner of the workshop is happy, and the scholar is alive.

Now in Rongcheng County, it is hard to find scholars.

The demand is too great, and there is a new group of wealthy people. If children want to study, they must invite scholars to teach them. When recruiting small officials in the yamen, they must have read books, saying that illiterates can't do things. With so many workshops in Rongcheng County, scholars are even more needed. Without scholars, how to settle accounts, and the contract, written in black and white, God knows if there will be any traps in it, preventing people who are good at reading and writing from reading it carefully. rest assured?

Now there are too many monks and too few porridge, and scholars are very precious. In my place, the temple is small, and I don’t even have a person to settle accounts or write books. I rely entirely on half a bucket of water. A 'xiucai' dressed in Confucian fir came.

The workshop owner's eyes lit up, and he ordered: "Call someone to tidy up a room and give it to my uncle to settle down. Tomorrow, I will ask my uncle to look at the account. As for you..."

He glanced at Fang Jifan and the others.

Fang Jifan and others did not dare to talk too much without the order of Emperor Hongzhi.

But they all looked at Emperor Hongzhi pitifully, with the expression in their eyes, please don't make trouble, Your Majesty, we don't want to work.

Emperor Hongzhi took his leisure time, his eyes were staggered away from Fang Jifan's.

The owner of the workshop pointed to Xiao Jing and said: "You are not young, and your complexion is so white. In the past, you were a decent person, right? It doesn't matter. When you come here, you will have food. I see you have big arms and a thick waist. Go saw wood. "

Xiao Jing's eyes spewed fire, and he turned his head: "Huh!"

The owner of the workshop didn't care, pointed at Wang Shouren and said, "You paint the wooden utensils."

"Oh." Wang Shouren looked indifferent.

Fang Jifan was afraid that he would be picked by the workshop owner, but the workshop owner still looked at him: "The young man is very handsome. It's a pity that he didn't go to the theater to sing. I see you have delicate skin and tender flesh. I'm afraid you won't be able to suffer."

Fang Jifan nodded his head: "I have a brain disease since I was a child, and I often get sick, and my body is weak."

"It doesn't matter." The workshop owner said, "As long as you can use your limbs, follow Lao Liang to saw wood, work hard, work well, I have a daughter..."

Emperor Hongzhi's face changed slightly, and then returned to his usual expression.

Fang Jifan: "..."

Why is it that Fang Jifan always eats soft food wherever he is? Sure enough, he is handsome, but he can do whatever he wants.

It seemed that Fang Jifan and others were listless, so the owner of the workshop raised his voice: "Everyone works hard, we Liu Jimuhang, although it looks like a grass-roots team, but... to tell you the truth, telling you about my background scares you to death, my brother , do you know, where are you doing business? In Xishan, in the Zhenguo Mansion of Xishan, working with Wang Jinyuan's big boss, Qi Guogong met him and talked to him, with him, can our business go through?"

Fang Jifan was taken aback: "Who is your brother?"

"Zhao Dayong!"

Zhao Dayong...

Fang Jifan seemed to have a little memory of that wretched-looking man who was following behind Wang Jinyuan?

The owner of the workshop was right. He did say two words to Zhao Dayong, one of which was: "Go away, you are like a dog!"

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