Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 641 Hate her

   Zhao Hanzhang looked at him quietly.

Zhao Hu felt guilty for a moment, but he quickly regained his righteousness and pointed to Fu Tinghan, whose clothes were half-wet, and said, "Look at how you have wronged your uncle, and you have no shortage of servants, so how could you let uncle go into the river? Do such a thing?"

   Zhao Hanzhang only glanced at Fu Tinghan, and then said: "This is not the reason why you pry at my corner, Seventh Uncle. Don't I feel bad for him to go up and down the mountain? But I have no money, so I have to work in the fields."

   What kind of scumbag quote is this?

   Zhao Hu wanted to break up with her, but suddenly caught another key point, looked at her in surprise and asked, "You have no money?"

   Zhao Hanzhang squinted his eyes, aware that something was wrong, and asked, "Should I be rich?"

   Zhao Hu blushed with anger, "Zinian said you made new money, you have money!"

   Zhao Hu's first thought was that he was deceived!

   When Zhao Hanzhang heard this, he immediately entered the role, and said calmly, "Oh": "That's Gongzhong's money, not my money. I'm talking about my own lack of money."

   Zhao Hu looked at her suspiciously, "Really?"

  Fu Tinghan washed his feet, dragged his clogs and said, "Go in and talk."

  Otherwise, if you are impulsive, you will easily fall into the ditch, which is too dangerous.

   Zhao Hanzhang stepped aside and let them in.

   Zhao Hu is looking down and thinking, is it too late for him to turn around and go back to Runan?

   Thinking of the money he brought over this time, Zhao Hu's heart trembled, but Luoyang was rebuilt after the war, and there was not even a decent souvenir in the city.

   He didn't even have to bring any goods on the return trip. It was equivalent to going out on this trip. He might be wasting his time and travel expenses. Thinking about it, he felt distressed.

Thinking, thinking, Zhao Hu's eyes involuntarily fell on this water mill. The more he looked, the more moved he became, so he left Zhao Hanzhang who wanted to talk to him, and talked to Fu Tinghan enthusiastically, "Tinghan, You also built this water mill?"

   Fu Tinghan looked at Zhao Hanzhang calmly and said, "I made it with the craftsmen."

"Isn't that what you made? Those craftsmen are just following your orders." Zhao Hu stared at him with glowing eyes, "Aren't those workshops in Xiping your idea? If others don't know about it, how can I know? "

   The more he looks at Fu Tinghan, the more he likes him. Unfortunately, he is not a craftsman, but Zhao Hanzhang's fiancé.

   Thinking about the business of Zhao Hanzhang's Treasure Square, Zhao Hu is envious. Many of her businesses are unique, and others can't rob them if they want.

   Oh, I don't have the guts to grab it.

   Zhao Hu looked at Fu Tinghan lovingly and asked, "I just saw the stone mill in the room, but it can move without being pushed. Is it because of the waterwheel?"

   Zhao Hu didn't know the reason, but his mind was not stupid. He glanced out along the bar just now, and he seemed to see a small waterwheel, just behind the room.

   If such a workshop could be built in Xiping, Runan, or even the entire Yuzhou where he had land, how much money would he make that day.

  Pushing the mill is one of the punishments. This shows how hard it is to push the mill. To pound the rice and grind the wheat, and now it is necessary to grind the beans.

The spread of    food is still very fast, but Zhao Hu can be sure that the vast majority of people in this world still eat wheat rice, bean rice, and even boiled rice in the shell.

   Is it that they don't know that these things taste good after they are shelled?

  No, but because eating like this is more filling and convenient.

The pounding rice is not enough. The larger villages in the south all have bunker houses. You only need a few pieces of wood and a concave stone, or you don’t need any stones. Dig a hole in the ground, step on the soil, and put oilcloth or sack on it. can be used.

  Some people still have mortars in their homes, which are like medicine mortars. They pound the grains by themselves. Occasionally, when they are really idle, they will spend time pounding the grains and make two or three tons of rice.

   But the north is still dominated by wheat, but not every household has a stone mill, and even a village may not have one.

   Zhao's Wubao, Zhao Changyu once built two mills for the clan, one in the north and one in the south.

But this is not enough. Some big families will bring their own stone mills, but in order to facilitate the use of their clansmen and neighbors, most of the stone mills will be placed in the open space not far from the door. When the main house is not in use, the nearby villagers can borrow.

   As an aside, after the Zhao family's Wubao grew, Zhao Hanzhang also donated stone mills, and followed her grandfather to open a mill on the east and west sides, which was also free for the people in the Wubao.

   But it is still not enough. After all, the resident population in Wubao has reached 80,000, and there is a trend of expansion.

  So Zhao Hu opened a mill in Wubao. His mill was a big mill, but instead of providing stone grinding, he directly provided grinding services.

   He bought a few donkeys, and sent some strong but lazy slaves to the mill, and he specially brought the donkeys to grind wheat flour, soybean flour and the like.

   is also a small profit.

   But if you can grind things with water and pound rice, not only can you save money on donkeys and donkeys, but you can also save a lot of labor.

  The water is still tireless and flows day and night, so his mill can be open day and night, shift shifts, let two workers take turns, one during the day and one at night, so he can make money while lying down?

   Zhao Hu looked at Fu Tinghan gently, and asked kindly, "I wonder if you have a skilled craftsman under your command, can you give me one?"

   "Don't worry, I will definitely not open a mill in Luoyang, I will go back to Xiping." There are Shangcai, Xinxi, Ancheng...

   He will open one wherever he has land, house and water.

   Zhao Hanzhang coughed lightly and reminded Zhao Hu: "Seventh Uncle, this water mill is mine, and so are the craftsmen."

   Zhao Hu:…

   He frowned at her and asked, "Where's Fu Zhongshu? Is there only one Fu An beside Ting Han?"

   This is too bullying, why is everything hers?

   Zhao Hanzhang said: "Now he is my Minister of Industry."

   "Ministry of Industry? Never heard of it," Zhao Hu frowned even more, looked left and right, and whispered, "You can make a person a minister now? He is a minister, so what is your uncle?"

  Zhao Hanzhang: "...My great-uncle is the Minister of Justice! Seventh Uncle, if you have nothing to do, just read more books and don't think about poaching people all day long."

   Zhao Hu was about to speak, but Zhao Hanzhang suddenly cut off his words and asked, "I saw a few cars parked by the river when I came over. Is that your car?"

Zhao Hu restrained his expression, gave a light "um", turned his head left and right, and turned the subject: "This is nothing to see, why don't we go back to Luoyang, does Zicheng know that I am coming to Luoyang? I should let him come out. pick me up..."

   "Is there money on the bullock cart?" Zhao Hanzhang stared at his face and said, "I smell money."

   Zhao Hu:…

   Zhao Hu really hates Zhao Hanzhang.

   (end of this chapter)