Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 307 Making money, making money, trying to make money
"The 7 taels of tax money is all Zhangye's tax money this year, right?" Song Yuan knew their respective financial situations well. Now, what if something else happens?"

Cheng Hui fell silent.

"Have you taken stock of the grain depot?" Song Yuan motioned him to sit down and talk: "Although there is a shortage of grain in the northwest this year, Zhangye's grain harvest is not bad."

Cheng Hui nodded: "The lower official has already made the arrangement. He originally planned to put the old grain in the market and wait for the new grain to be harvested before putting it in the warehouse. If the old grain in Curry is moved at this time, those with bad intentions will only take the opportunity to buy it at a low price and wait for a while to sell it at a high price."

"You're very thoughtful." Song Yuan found out the official document on the table and handed it to him: "Look at this first."

Cheng Hui opened it and took a closer look, and looked at Song Yuan several times in surprise: "The textile merchant wants to contract to supply cotton coats to the army in advance?"

"I know these textile merchants. The owner behind one of them is Princess Taiyuan. Judging from the official document, several textile merchants want to eat [-]% of the cotton in the entire Northwest. This appetite is too big." Song Yuan thoughtfully. : "I don't know how big their textile factory is, and how to ensure the quality."

Cheng Hui looked at the official document again: "If you want to understand clearly, you might as well go to these textile merchants and take a look."

"That's exactly what I mean. I will go to the camp tomorrow. No matter what the result is, I will take advantage of the autumn harvest to go around the Northwest." Song Yuan put away the official documents: "Besides, these textile merchants asked me to With another thought, the winter in the northwest is long, and it is impossible to farm, and it is not a solution for the people to do nothing.

The cotton in the supply army is made into clothes, and each cotton-padded coat costs an extra penny to make clothes. Tens of thousands of cotton-padded clothes are not a small amount. , This is only the first year, and the profit is small. After the cotton production continues to increase, the profit here will be too big.

I guess these textile merchants will not really find hundreds of seamstresses to make clothes. There is a high probability that they will assign the matter of making clothes to merchants who can make clothes. Do you think that if the Yamen discusses with them, it will teach Northwest Can women's weaving and clothing making skills allow the common people to earn more in the cold winter?Don't ask for too much, just a little sporadic oil and water is enough for the common people to have two more meals. "

Cheng Hui thought about it carefully: "This method is good, but why don't you bypass the weavers and directly assign the clothes-making work to the common people by the yamen? In this way, the weavers will not be able to earn income in the middle, and the common people can Earn more."

"No, no, no, textile merchants can't be kicked out of the game. They benefit, but they also have to bear risks. The people are not all honest. If someone steals, rapes and cheats, and makes poor-quality cotton clothes that don't keep warm, how can we explain to the army? Textile merchants must check the quality, and directly hold them accountable for poor quality, which is also convenient for us.”

Cheng Hui secretly scolded himself for being confused, and even forgot about this, he helped his forehead: "The lower officials think this method is feasible."

"Since that's the case, I'll trouble you to find a few skilled seamstresses to prepare. After I go back and discuss with the prefects of the other three counties, I will try my best to teach them immediately after the autumn harvest, so as not to delay the preparation of winter clothes."

Cheng Hui was used to her making preparations in advance, so she didn't object, so she responded quickly and went to work quickly.

In the evening, An Zhoushi handed in the document as promised. Song Yuan knew it was written by a guard when she saw the handwriting. She read it carefully and almost laughed out of shock: "Mr. It’s an exaggeration, the key points are clear and organized, if I take it, I don’t need to talk, let them see it for themselves, I’m afraid it’s enough.”

An Zhoushi was embarrassed: "I used to go to various conferences and forums, and I wrote too many reports in this report and that report."

Song Yuan smiled and accepted the document: "I have something to ask sir, is there a backup of the drawing of the loom that I drew earlier? Can it be used to weave cloth and make clothes?"

"Yes, Your Highness wants to weave?"

Song Yuan shook his head: "It's not for weaving, it's for making money. The Northwest is too poor. I have to find a way to earn more. I hope the court will pay for it. I won't be able to repair the water conservancy in the Northwest in my lifetime."

This can be regarded as the truth, An Zhoushi said: "Look back, I will send a letter back and ask someone to send the blueprint."

"Well, it's time to work." Song Yuan put away the paperwork: "Sir, let's rest here for a few days, and when I come back, I will go with my husband."

An Zhoushi agreed, knowing that she was busy, so he didn't get in the way here, and went back to his room first.

Song Yuan read An Zhoushi's documents carefully several times, and thought about the wording several times in her heart. After confirming that there were no omissions, she fell asleep early.

Before dawn the next day, Song Yuan led Wei Yan and another guard on horseback and left. As soon as the city gate opened, they rushed out and headed straight for the camp in the morning light.

She has already taken office, has an official seal on her body, and has been named at the Yuanmen. She followed the leading soldiers and ran straight to the Chinese army camp. When she arrived outside the tent, she saw that there were many lieutenants Sima waiting outside, and Song Yuan was not in a hurry. go in.

It should be discussing military affairs inside, and it is inconvenient for her to go in.

Wei Yan saw an acquaintance, and went over to greet him enthusiastically. Song Yuan glanced at him and ignored him, waiting patiently.

About an hour later, Ma Xu came out and invited Song Yuan in. Song Yuan quickly adjusted his official uniform, calmed down and followed him in. As soon as she entered the tent, she noticed the subtle atmosphere.

The two rows of chairs were full of people, and everyone was wearing armor. Song Run was sitting on the handsome chair, his face was tense, and his eyes, which were always smiling, were a little sharper. The elder brother who has not been seen, and then their respective deputy generals and military counselors, but all of them have a brick face, as if they have just had a quarrel.

Song Yuan couldn't recognize everyone, she stepped forward and clasped her fists together: "My lord, Song Yuan, meet the coach."

"Why did Mr. Song come here?" Song Run's tone was serious, as if he was doing business.

Song Yuan deliberately paused: "After taking office, I found that there are many problems in the civil affairs of the Northwest. Some problems require the approval of the army. For this purpose, I came to ask the commander-in-chief for military orders. I also intend to take this opportunity to have a good discussion with the generals."

"It's inappropriate for the military to intervene in civil affairs issues." Song Run reminded that he was worried that Song Yuan would forget this rule in a hurry, and privately discussed that he could help, so it was difficult for him to agree to such an honest request for help.

"That's true, but whether the caravan will be harassed by the Xiongnu scattered cavalry, so I have to ask the army to intervene."

Came here for the Huns on loose?Song Run was relieved now, but before he could speak, someone spoke.

"I heard that Mr. Song has an order that the people can be exempted from tax when they kill the Huns. If you are so brave, do you still need the help of the army?"

(End of this chapter)