Chapter 94 Special supply of salt? (Please subscribe)
Hua Lun is sitting on the chair.
Just watched Xia Zhibai leave.
A long time.
Hua Lun just came back to his senses.
He put away the dried paper on the table.
He did not leave immediately. He held a large bowl of tea with a little salt and drank it sip by sip.
The tea is very light and has a refreshing fragrance.
Hua Lun looked down at the closed Kyoto Salt Shop.
In just two days of sales, the number on the counting board has increased from tens of thousands to fifty thousand.
There were quite a few people standing outside the store, pointing at the count posted above. It was hard to hear what was being discussed, but a clear look of joy could be seen between their brows.
"Xia Zhibai"
"Are you really careless? Dare to do anything?"
"Qi Minzhi has changed the world too much. Even you and I can’t predict it.”
“If you are not careful, it will lead to disaster.”
"Who can afford it, you or me?"
"I have a family and a great career. Why should you let me gamble with you? What good will it do to me if I lose or win?"
“Cultivation of one’s moral character, organization of one’s family, governance of the country, and peace of the world.”
“This is a matter for scholars!”
Hua Lun’s words dissipated in the wind, and his figure also disappeared At the teahouse.
Kyoto Salt Factory.
After half a month, it became lively.
After many miners and kitchen households settled here, they also brought their families over. In addition, Xia Zhibai secretly dug people from Shouzhou and Chuzhou before. Now the area around the salt factory has become It is a large settlement with a population of three to four thousand.
Xia Zhibai also had a headache about how to place these people.
His salt factory and coal mine cannot use so many people. Even if they work day and night, they can only use less than three or four thousand people.
So many people have to open their mouths to eat.
Although the families of those kitchen households and miners did not let Xia Zhibai be responsible and paid for their resettlement themselves, the two to three thousand people had no land and no source of livelihood. They relied on Xia Zhibai for food and clothing. Without transportation, his operating costs have increased a lot.
Xia Zhibai also felt a headache.
Most of them are old, weak, women and children.
The workers will not be needed for a short period of time, and the labor is heavy and cannot be done. Other tasks have been arranged long ago, and there is no extra accommodation space.
Especially recently, many family members of salt workers are saying privately that they used to work as kitchen workers and can help the salt factory, and their workmanship is better than that of many salt workers in the factory.
Salt Office.
Just a very simple wooden house.
Hei Wa complained: "Brother Xia, someone came to ask again just now. He wanted to work in the salt factory. He also said that he would just let Brother Xia take care of the food. Recently, many people have come to ask, many They are all family members of salt workers and miners. There was almost a quarrel at the salt factory yesterday."
"Brother Xia, you shouldn't have let these people come here in the first place. They are completely troublesome."
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Hei Wa explained in detail what happened in the salt factory recently.
He just had a feeling.
Brother Xia is too gentle to these people.
These people can't get used to it and make more and more progress every day.
If Brother Xia hadn't been kind enough to help, these people might have starved to death. How could they still be talking about this and that?
Hurry when you have to.
Xia Zhibai listened carefully.
He is actually also thinking about a solution.
There is more than one person in Zaohu's family, and he basically only wanted a man, which was equivalent to giving up the other half of the labor force.
The current production situation of the salt industry in Kyoto basically means that these kitchen households cannot go back to make salt, which is equivalent to the whole family's livelihood falling on the men. Over time, there will naturally be complaints and dissatisfaction.
He led all of this.
Of course you should solve it yourself.
He thought for a while and said: "Hei Wa, go and pass the message to me. Among the remaining people, let them choose a dozen representatives. I want to talk to them. Ask about the situation and understand the situation, and we will make certain arrangements based on the situation. "
Hei Wa was a little reluctant.
He said gloomily: "Brother Xia, you are too talkative. You shouldn't let these people in. Now there are a lot of people who have to eat and drink every day, and their heads are terrible."
"It's so annoying."
Xia Zhibai smiled and said, "That's why people talk so much."
"But it's not a bad thing."
< br>“If there is a problem, just solve it.”
"You can't expect me to really drive away these people's families, right?"
"It's easy to drive away, but if something happens to these people on the road, it will all be blamed on me. Now that their families are in front of them, they will work harder and more diligently."
"But the trouble must be taken care of."
"You go and send a message first. ”
Hei Wa sighed and went to pass on the message.
Xia Zhibai stood up, looked at the large erected smokestacks, and said coldly: "There is no rule without rules. After more than two months of barbaric management, it is time to set some rules for the Kyoto Salt Industry, and it is time to try a step It’s time to move towards formalization and institutionalization.”
“This kind of grass-roots management model should come to an end.”
Fengtian Temple. The summer solstice has passed.
After summer, the weather becomes hotter and hotter.
There were too many political affairs on his mind, and Zhu Yuanzhang didn't have much appetite.
Zhu Yuanzhang opened a memorandum, which came from Zhu Ji, the king of Zhou Dynasty in Kaifeng Prefecture.
More than two months ago, Zhu Rui complained about Xia Zhibai, which completely angered Zhu Yuanzhang. He had people go over and whip him severely, and asked Zhu Rui to put him in contact with Xia Zhibai. Everything was written down and sent over. The memorial was sent over two months ago.
Not much surprising.
Xia Zhibai, courtesy name Jimo, was born in Kaifeng Prefecture.
During the college examination, because of his outstanding performance, he fell into Zhu Zhu's eyes.
Zhu Ru met curiously. Zhu Ru liked medicine, and Xia Zhibai happened to know a little about it. The two hit it off, and after a lively chat, they held the heart of the world and wanted to save all people in the world. , so he and some officials from Kaifeng Prefecture compiled "Herbal Medicine for Famine Relief".
Also under the influence of Na Xia Zhibai, a prince from Zhuji personally went to the deep mountains and wild forests to dig wild grass and eat wild vegetables.
When Zhu Yuanzhang saw Zhu Yu's complacent memorial, his nose was almost crooked with anger.
If Zhu Biao had not stopped him, he would have wanted others to give Zhu Tie dozens of whips. He is really a bastard. He worked hard to conquer the world just because he didn’t want future generations of the Zhu family to suffer. In the end, Zhu Tie was fine. , as soon as someone fooled him, he ran away.
Still feeling complacent there, as if he had made a great contribution.
This memorial is about high-yielding rice.
Zhu Ru didn’t understand it either.
The only thing he knew was that Xia Zhibai asked Zhu Rui to go to various places to find high-yielding rice seedlings, and then randomly planted them together, and finally got it.
Zhu Rui is still studying the specific situation.
But there are already some clues.
Looking at Zhu Zhu's eloquent description, Zhu Yuanzhang relaxed his brows slightly and scolded with a smile: "This old five is not really as stupid as a pig. At least he knows how to use his brain and is not led by Xia Zhibai. Come on, "Herbal for Famine Relief" is pretty good. It has been promoted by the court and has helped many victims."
"How can our son be such a waste?"
Here it is. At that moment, Pu Gou'er came in with a bowl of hot noodle soup and said: "Your Majesty, you haven't eaten for a day. His Highness specifically ordered the royal chef to make a bowl of noodles for your Majesty, so that your Majesty can eat it while it's hot."
Zhu Yuanzhang put down the memorial and felt a little hungry.
He smiled and said: "Okay, in our family, since my sister died, only the boss will feel sorry for us."
"Serve it for us."
Pu Gouer's face changed. Hi, he quickly brought the soup noodles over.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the noodles sprinkled with chopped green onion, his appetite was also whetted, and he took a big bite.
Huh?
Zhu Yuanzhang's expression changed.
He looked at the noodles in front of him suspiciously. It was just an ordinary large bowl of wide noodles.
Why does it taste different from the past?
Seeing this, Pu Gouer's heart skipped a beat, and he panicked: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
"The salt tastes wrong." Zhu Yuanzhang put down his chopsticks.
He has been crawling around in the fields since he was a child. He is very sensitive to the firewood, rice, oil and salt that people live in every day, and he can taste something wrong with one bite.
He poured a pinch of salt on the side in front of the document.
His taste is relatively strong, so he specially ordered to prepare a little more loose salt so that he can add it at any time.
Just one glance.
Zhu Yuanzhang’s eyes froze.
This salt is obviously much shinier than the salt in the past.
Zhu Yuanzhang squeezed it with his hand and put it in his mouth. His eyes changed instantly.
"Good salt!" Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help blurting out, then looked at Pu Gouer and asked: "What's the matter with this salt?"
His feeling was very intuitive.
This salt has fewer impurities, is neither bitter nor astringent, and has a smoother taste.
Very salty.
Pu Gouer trembled and said: "Your Majesty, this is the new salt purchased by the Salt Transport Department."
"New salt?" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with satisfaction and said: "Tell the salt envoy to the capital that the palace will buy this kind of salt in the future."
"This salt is good, salty enough."
Pu Gouer was relieved when he heard that Zhu Yuanzhang was not blaming him. tone, and said quickly: "Old slave, I obey the order."
Looking at the new salt poured on the document, Pu Gouer hesitated for a moment, but still did not dare to hide it, and whispered: "Your Majesty, this new salt was actually made by Xia Zhibai."
Zhu Yuanzhang His eyes suddenly turned cold.
Pu Gouer was sweating on his forehead, and he quickly said: "Your Majesty, this new salt is indeed made by Xia Zhibai, and the price is not low, one hundred coppers per catty. It is said that it is specially supplied salt, old slave I have learned about it privately, but the specific situation is not clear, but it is said that there are a lot of dirty things in ordinary salt, and eating too much is not good for your health.”
“This kind of special salt has passed the test. Various screenings are very expensive."
"So the price is also surprisingly high."
"Xia Zhibai knows it's for us to eat?" Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were dark.
Pu Gouer shook his head and said: "I definitely don't know. The palace purchases and does not disclose any specific information to the outside world."
"As far as the old slave knows, there are many princes in the court. The ministers all bought this kind of salt, and the reviews were good. It was with the feedback from the ministers that the salt envoy was bold enough to buy it."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded.
“This salt is really good, it tastes good and salty.”
"I'll buy this kind of thing in the future."
"But..." Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have thought of something, and said: "If I buy something later in the palace, I won't get the next month. We don't want to, in these ten days, To give Xia Zhibai more money, we still want to see how capable he is and how much money he can earn in these three months."
(End of Chapter)