Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 256 Good things

The new magistrate of Dai County is a standard county magistrate of the Ming Dynasty.

Greedy, lazy, greedy, stupid!
The first is greed. Before the car arrived, I sent my family to contact the gentry. What are you doing?Ask for bribes!This county magistrate is from the southern Zhili, and he came all the way to the north to serve as your parent officer. You can't express it?

It’s important to pay attention to how much money you give. If you give too much, don’t think about it in the future. Once you get greedy, he will come to you for money every three days. If you give less, don’t even think about it. This is blatant contempt for your parents. no?Fatty Ji waited for Song Qingshu to take the lead. This problem really troubled Song Qingshu for a while. Fortunately, the gentry below ushered in a lot. According to Hu Dadian and Zhao Qing's previous practice, the extra ones took one or two hundred taels. The few took 200 taels and put them in their respective souvenir boxes. They collected about 50 taels of silver and a lot of things were taken away by the county magistrate’s family.

Then it was time to eat. This new Zhao county magistrate, a typical Jiangnan white fat man, entertained him with boiled mutton at Song Qingshu's Jiaduobao restaurant, but he still looked dissatisfied and spoke in a strange way. Well-developed, there happened to be a big businessman surnamed Li from Quwo who happened to bring a cook from the south of the Yangtze River, and he had some small dishes from the south of the Yangtze River, and he was fooled.

As for laziness and stupidity, it is also a common problem of the county magistrates of the Ming Dynasty. In fact, it is either the county magistrate Zhao or the mentally handicapped. He is in his 30s. He studied hard for more than 20 years, from a child to a Jinshi, and worked as a secretary in the capital for more than two years. , I'm so stupid to read, when it comes to economics, sages and classics, there is really no one like him, but when it comes to money, food, taxes, lawsuits and business transactions, he can be smeared and blinded.

The magistrates don’t know how to take care of things. The place is completely managed by the masters who come from petty officials. It is too common in the Ming Dynasty. Many yamen are jokingly called the master’s yamen by the people. Especially in Jiangnan, the aristocratic families almost completely emptied the power of the county magistrate. The magistrates of many counties have become paper magistrates.

On his first day in office, the County Magistrate Zhao didn't go to the lobby, but went to Yihong Courtyard first to go back to work. Last night, the squire accompanied him to drink flower wine until midnight. The next afternoon, he woke up in a daze. After eating something, I went back to the county office and went to bed again.

With him in Daixian County, except for a lot more expenses, it is really the same as nothing.

Hua Yinzi bought the slave of the Zhao county magistrate's family and brought him to take office. The most beloved concubine gave him a big coat made of ferret fur, Song Qingshu felt relieved.

Except for the fly-like snacks of County Magistrate Zhao, the last month of Chongzhen's five years was more good than bad for Song Qingshu.

First of all, Jiang Xiang, this guy is worthy of being a general. About 2 Shuozhou troops left Ningwuguan, and more than 20 people from all walks of life came to the vicinity of Hunyuan Prefecture. In the northeast of Datong Town, the unlucky one of Han Gaozu Bai Dengshan, the frontier army representing Jiang's forces and the frontier army representing Ma's forces engaged in a large-scale bloody battle. More than [-] generals of the frontier army including the rebellious Sun Luda were all killed. The power is completely wiped out.

At the left guard in Datong, Jiang Xiang reciprocated and sent someone to send Song Qingshu a dozen Jiangzi triangular flags, and in the future he would go out under his banner, and no one in the Jiang family's defense area would make things difficult!

In the past, I used to go outside the gate, although I had old relationships with Qiu Ming, and the frontier army would not accept the lead at night, but the town of Datong was hundreds of miles away, so I didn’t dare to take the official route in order to avoid trouble, even if Cao Sanxi was used to walking outside the gate businessmen, the cavalry team still dare not be too large for each trade, and the detour time is very long.

Now that he is on Jiang Xiang's boat, although he will inevitably be exploited by him in the future, he will be able to get out of the customs swaggeringly, and by then, he will make two more trips, and the loss will be recovered.

And this wasn't what pleased Song Qingshu the most.

On December [-]th, the heavenly master can count as several heavy snowfalls in a row. At least there will be no spring drought in the spring of next year. Apart from being happy, the heavy snow has also brought a lot of trouble to travel. Under the heavy snow, the horses are YouQi struggled to pull his legs out of the snow, and after a while, the lambskin and snow fox fur coats and hats that had been stuffed in were turned into snow nests by the snow.

Starting from the old camp in the mountains, we walked for an hour on the mountain road for ten miles and climbed it with difficulty. At the edge of Wutai Mountain next to the Xinding Basin, a rather large square brick and stone house came into view. It was the begging army. One of the many textile mills.

His whole body was frozen hard, and when he entered the textile factory, even a tough guy like Zhou Yuji and Li Tiezhu stomped his feet and rubbed his hands, but even so, it didn't stop Song Qingshu's interest. After throwing it away, Song Qingshu ordered impatiently.

"Where is it, lead me to see it!"

The old man who came to receive the reception was the old gatekeeper in the field. Seeing the anxious appearance of his handsome man, he also led the way in a panic.

Song Qingshu's factory building was built in imitation of the factory in the impression of later generations. There is a porch outside, the production workshop inside, and the staff dormitory behind. I also had to avoid suspicion for a while, and moved from the porch to the place where the owner of the first field stayed at the back of the factory.

The owner of this game is an acquaintance, Qiaoer is two sisters and younger brothers, although Qiaoer is not yet sixteen this year, it really makes the children of the poor to be in charge of the family early, and thousands of female workers are taken care of by her honestly. It was also a big man who was waiting at the door rigorously, but it was Xiaobao who, relying on Song Qingshu's background, was very undignified and ran over first.

"Master, you are here, my sister has been waiting for a long time!"

"How did you talk to the master?" Xinghe stared, and Qiao'er reached out to slap her unsteady younger brother on the back of the head aggressively, and then held up her skirt to give Song Qingshu a luggage.

"Qiaoer pays homage to the master!"

"Okay, they all managed to escape from Xi'an with me, without so much red tape!"

"Thank you sir!"

Just then got up, Qiaoer's big eyes that became more and more watery were focused on Song Qingshu's face again, but Song Qingshu felt a little uncomfortable when he was looking at it. For some reason, Qiaoer's eyes always made him feel confused. With complicated emotions, Song Qingshu coughed in embarrassment, and Song Qingshu hurriedly urged again just now.

"Are things ready?"

"Back to the master, when you are ready, please come with Qiaoer."

Glancing at Song Qingshu resentfully, Qiao'er went in with her head on.

The coal stove exudes heat, barely dispelling some of the cold. A pair of elderly old men and women have been waiting there for a long time. There is a wooden table on the floor in the middle of the room, and a wooden box is placed on the table. , there is a wheel with a belt hanging on the side, connected to an iron plate under the table, and a needle sticks out from the bottom of the wooden box.

Looking at this thing, Song Qingshu was suddenly excited. Although it looked a little strange, it was roughly the same shape as the thing in memory.

My childhood sewing machine!

Ready-made clothing is now a large part of Song Qingshu's income. In this era, there are spinning machines for spinning, and looms for weaving. Only sewing needs to be done by yourself, which seriously slows down the efficiency. Song Qingshu's workshop , more than 3000 female textile workers can produce 1000 pieces of silk and more than 2000 spindles of cotton cloth a day, but more than [-] female textile workers can produce about [-] pieces of various garments a day. Even if the efficiency of assembly line operation has improved a lot, sewing is too slow!
Moreover, these more than 500 pieces are still not sold at a high price. The quality of clothing in this era is all about needlework embroidery, and the expensive clothes sold at a high price can't be sold for ten or twenty days. Now that the business routes have been cleared up, the production has started to lag behind, and Song Qingshu's mouth is a little angry with anxiety.

When I was a child, I had a Phoenix sewing machine at home. Song Qingshu described the general appearance, shape and the parts that should be inside, and offered a reward. Whoever can make him a sewing machine will be rewarded with 1000 taels of silver.

Today, it was the old man and old lady in front of him who made it for him.

The two are not beggars. The old man is an old carpenter in Linshan, and the old lady is sewing and subsidizing the family. They have never seen the big world. When they saw Song Qingshu coming, the two were also afraid for a long time. After saying a word, Qiaoer stomped her feet angrily, while Song Qingshu himself waved his hand generously.

"Okay, don't be too polite, let's demonstrate the sewing machine you made!"

It is not enough to be tangible, but to be usable is the last word!Listening to Song Qingshu's order, the old lady didn't care about being afraid, and hurriedly sat down in front of the sewing machine, under which there were already cut sleeves, collars and other cloth, and watched the old lady skillfully put the sleeves away and put them under the sewing machine , stepped on the iron plate at the bottom quickly, and the rumbling gear was turning, and the needle on the top fell to the edge of the sleeve as quickly as a chicken eating rice. In just a few breaths, the edge of the sleeve was already sewn with fine stitches. strong.

It was also the first time for Qiao'er to see the use of a sewing machine. Seeing this, she couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

"Oh my god! If I sew this, it will take at least two sticks of incense!"

Song Qingshu held his breath, tugged at Qiaoer's sleeve, and signaled to continue with his eyes, the old lady didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly continued to sew another sleeve.

The sleeves were sewed, and after receiving the tailoring proposal, at the request of Song Qingshu, a string of pine cranes was sewn on the two fronts. Even if the embroidery time was added, a set of clothes only took half a day. These, usually It took at least five sewing girls three days to make it. Even if they don't know much about economics, Zhou Yuji, who followed behind, could only click his tongue.

"Damn it, this thing is too fast!"

At this time, Song Qingshu's eyes also showed excitement, and he clapped his hands, and then the soldiers brought the burden, and Song Qingshu handed it to the sewing machine himself.

"1000 taels of silver, I will do what I say!"

I have never seen so much money in my life. Seeing the money, the old couple was actually frightened. The old man's legs gave way and he almost knelt down, trembling and delaying.

"Everything, it's all the idea given by you, the commander. The small ones, the small ones are just assembled, you can't take it, you can't take it!"

"Marshal, if you always want to reward me, if you accept my family's boy who didn't attend as a personal soldier, the grass people will be grateful!" The old lady still cared about her son, but she pretended to be brave enough to make a condition at the side, looking at him, Song Qingshu Instead, thinking of his parents' hard work and helplessness when he was looking for a job for himself, he was emotional for a moment, and then he smiled heartily.

"The commander-in-chief said he would give the money, so he gave it! Your kid, let him come to the old camp to have a look at the commander-in-chief in two days. If he is the material, the commander-in-chief will accept him!"

"Thank you, Marshal!" An old couple was so excited that they wanted to bow down again, Song Qingshu hurriedly lifted him up again in a panic, and calmed down the old couple.

At this time, Liu Zongmin finally came, with his forehead covered in snow, just as he came in, Song Qingshu hurriedly walked up to him, pointing to the sewing machine and said.

"You blacksmith camps put down all the work at hand, don't make muskets, and try your best to make these things, as many as you can make!"

(End of this chapter)