Royal Road

After a good night’s sleep, Wu Jiang’s head got up early in the morning. Zhiniang Ayan hasn't left yet, so she waits for him to get up and get dressed. This is also the advantage of the weaving workshop. Several craftsmen have their own positions, but there are many young women in other workshops. Whether it is the Zhiniang or the sangfu, there are countless women who are looking forward to coming to the weaving workshop, and he has taken advantage of this craftsman's head.

"I won't wear a new shirt today, go get that patched linen robe." Looking at the clothes that A Ling had brought, Wu Jiang waved his head impatiently. Today, I was crying for the poor. Wouldn't it be a big joke to wear such good clothes?

After changing into a cyan linen robe, and skewing with A Ling for a while, Wu Jiantou used some cold food hastily, and took the deed to the main courtyard.

At this moment, the sky was already bright outside, and the group of running dusty mud legs disappeared. It should be a shame. Wu Jiang's head snorted coldly. If the owner hadn't been doing anything to practice any song, there would be so many things in the house. The Zhifang is a big money seller in the Liang Mansion, and the amount of silver spent on the silk and satin is not known every year. Wait until two years have passed before marrying a bride, it is the time to truly develop. He can't make the host dizzy and embezzle the money that should be spent on the weaving workshop to other places.

Walking steadily to the door of the inner courtyard, Wu Jiantou adjusted his expression and said with a smile to the servant who was standing at the door: "Today is Alfang, you are on duty. If you bother to say so, just say weaving. The craftsman of the workshop asks to see the host if he has something to do."

With that, a sling of money slipped into Alfang's palm. The man gave Wu Jiang a blank expression, then turned and headed into the house. After a while, he walked out again and said to Wu Jiangtou: "Lord Lang is in the study, come with me."

Why did he get to the study early in the morning? Isn't he very sick? Wu Jiangtou didn't dare to think too much, so he hurriedly followed and came to the study room. Alfang obviously didn't have the qualifications to enter the door. He just knocked on the door lightly. After a while, a little girl pushed open the door, looked up and down Wu Jiang's head, and said crisply, "Come in."

Wu Jiangtou was also used to taste of female sex, and immediately narrowed his eyes. This little lady has a good foundation, she is definitely a stunner when she grows up, and I don't know if she has been taken over by the host? However, his lustful thoughts only flashed, and he straightened his face and walked into the room with his head down.

As soon as I entered the study, a smell of medicine came out, as if I had knocked over a medicine jar. Although there were several bookshelves and a few screen cases, Wu Jiangtou still saw the man sitting at the front of the bookcase at a glance. Compared to the host, the face of the little girl just now is nothing at all. As the chief of Zhifang, Wu Jiangtou had certainly seen the Patriarch, but for the first time he found that this person was a little scary. It seemed that he was deeply sick, but it gave him a bit of freshness instead of being like a piece of wood like in the past.

Not daring to look more, he knelt down in front of the book case and said with a crying voice: "Lord! The little incompetent, Zhifang is about to be unable to hold it!"

This call was first and foremost. If there is any problem with the weaving workshop, the Patriarch must have a sudden shock in his heart, so that the following foreshadowing can continue.

However, this sound was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response. Wu Jianshou couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and he quickly squatted his head and said, "Lord Lang, the mulberry garden has been cut off because of the severe drought this year! The mulberry leaves are yellow and dry, and the silk households won't accept them at all! This year’s new silk is coming! Xiao Langjun is still growing his body. If there is no silk satin this year, how can he make new clothes?!"

Fearing that Liang Feng didn't understand the importance of lack of silk, Wu Jiangtou also specially pulled Liang Rong in. Children change four times a year, it is the time to pull their heads out. If there is no newly cut clothes, the problem will be big!

As if finally realized the importance of this matter, the person sitting after the book case said lightly: "How can that be good?"

That was what Wu Jiang said first, and he said quickly: “I’m afraid I’m going to get some money from the account, go to the silkworm farmers, and let them keep enough raw silk for us. I know some small silkworm farmers take silk from their hands. It can be 20% cheaper. If you give them the mulberry field tenants in the mulberry farm, I am afraid it will be cheaper!"

"How much is it?"

There was still no smoke or fire in the voice of the question. Wu Jiang raised his head and stood up half-straight up and said: "It only costs 30,000 yuan! The small one will surely be able to collect the good raw silk! Oh, yes, there was Matian last year. After the poor harvest, Zhifang also owed some foreign debts. Originally planned to use mulberry money to cover it, now I am afraid that it will be troublesome."

As he said, he took out the contract and handed it over carefully: "This is clearly written on the contract, and it was also recorded in the general ledger last year. Please check it with the host."

Tian Chang has been a guest for more than ten years. This account can naturally be smoothed out. Wu Jiangtou is not afraid of Liang Feng's audit. In fact, he still hopes that this rich family who does not know firewood can carefully check it. Check how much revenue the weaving workshop can bring each year. They are not like the other shops, all of which are paid by the dealer. When the year is good, the satin and linen cloth produced by the weaving workshop can make a net profit of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan. Of course, these are all figures on the surface, and in private, he can keep a lot of them!

Wu Jiang was expecting Liang Feng to find someone to check the accounts, but unexpectedly, the other party did not check any accounts, but asked: "How much money did Zhifang receive from the accounts last year?"

Wu Jiang was taken aback, and hurriedly replied: "He received a total of 60,000 yuan, but they were all used to buy Shu brocade and silk silk. These years, the price of the southern goods has been a lot more expensive..."

Liang Feng waved his hand to interrupt him: "How much do you sell?"

"Twenty thousand yuan." Wu Jiang swallowed his saliva, "Astian suffered a disaster last year, and the income of linen cloth will be slightly lower..."

"Withdrawing 60,000 yuan a year and crediting 20,000 yuan, there is only a surplus of 20,000 yuan. Green bamboo, is there more money on the market for a horse?" Liang Feng asked.

Green bamboo took a clever step forward and replied: "The linen cloth that people use can be bought for about five hundred dollars. The silk brocade used by Lang Jun is expensive, let alone three or four thousand dollars. "

"Sixty thousand yuan, how much cloth can I sell, and how many clothes can I make?" Liang Feng turned to look at Wu Jiang's head, and asked coldly.

The beads of sweat on his forehead immediately slipped off, and Wu Jiang stammered and replied, "This, this is a rule! The Liang Family naturally has to cut clothes in the workshop, how can anyone go out to buy it? Lost identity!"

"There are five households in the Zhifang. If you are farming, fishing and hunting, you will have ten thousand dollars in the account a year. Since you can only do this kind of loss-making business, what use do I keep in the Zhifang?"

"But Lang Jun and Xiao Lang Jun's personal clothes... These really need a weaving workshop!" Wu Jiangtou couldn't think of this, he hurriedly defended.

"Why do you need to open up a business that can be done by a few Weaver Mother? Chao Yu!"

Following Liang Feng's voice, a woman walked around the screen and walked out from the inner room. It was Liang Rong's nurse who was facing the rain. She respectfully knelt down in front of the book case, and said, "The slave and maidservant are here."

"Do you know how to cut clothes and needles?" Liang Feng asked.

"Slaves are fine and kind, and all kinds of clothes will be tailored." Chao Yu's voice was soft and nostalgic. To be Xiaolangjun's nurse, her ability is naturally outstanding.

"Good." Liang Feng nodded with satisfaction, "In the future, you will bring some weavers to open another weaving room. If the silk and flax on the village is enough, you can use the village’s hemp, not enough to buy according to the four o'clock."

This is why he called Chao Yu early in the morning. There is a woman with a clear mind, who is closely related to the Liang Mansion, and who is good at counting, and it is impossible to use Wu Jiangtou. As for Liang Rong, he will be enlightened in two years, and it is time to leave the arms of the nurse and ask a teacher to teach him carefully.

It settled down here simply and neatly, but over there, Wu Jiangtou was completely dumbfounded. How did it become like this? The rule of generations of Liang's house is that if you change it, you can change it without even saying hello at all? His lips trembled, and he couldn't help begging: "The master can't help it! My family has run a weaving workshop for several generations, and never dared to neglect it. Even if there is no credit, there is hard work. How can the master cut weaving like this? Fang? Me, I..."

Seeing Wu Jiang’s appearance that he could not catch his breath, Liang Feng’s mouth swept across his mouth with a faint mockery: “Of course it’s more than that for the weaving workshop to be abolished. Jiang Xin, what do you think?”

Jiang Jiang, who had been guarding behind the screen, walked out quickly as if he had been struck by a whip. When he was detained in the courtyard last night, he thought a lot and guessed how the host would clean up Wu Jiang’s head, but he never expected that the ailing host would ruthlessly abolish the weaving workshop! That's the regulations uploaded by Liang Fuzu. If you don't, it will be gone, and people can't find the slightest mistake!

Fortunately I came last night! Jiang Jiang did not dare to lift his head, and replied respectfully: "The villain saw with his own eyes last night that Wu Quan and Tian Chang were colluding with each other to seek money from Liang Mansion. The deed is also fake, it's Tian. Chang gave it to Wu Quan. The disaster in Ma Tian last year was not that serious. They made up it!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jiang's head would turn back at this moment. Wu Jiang's head was black and he almost fainted. No wonder the situation today is so weird, it turns out that the host has already prepared!

Unable to support it anymore, Wu Jiang’s head broke down and cried out: "Lord Lord, please! It’s the little old man Tian Chang who deceived the villain. The villain worked hard for the mansion and never dared to neglect it. And Jiang Xin, this one. The guy is not a good thing, he made pottery privately and bought them all in the county town. The villain is willing to provide evidence for the lord!"

Unexpectedly, this son of a **** would bite himself back. Jiang Jiang suddenly raised his head: "You shameless man! How many weavers in the weaving workshop have been harmed by you, and they secretly sold the silk and satin from the house. , I don’t know how much money I spent in a year, and I also bought an outhouse in the county town! Lord, don’t you be fooled by this evil slave!”

Seeing that they were pinching up, Liang Feng didn't care about it, and said lightly, "If that's the case, just ask another way. Come, drag Wu Quan out and blame it. When will you confess, and when will you stop."

The bluffing Wu Jiang's face turned blue: "Lord Lang! Lord Lang can't help!"

The servant outside the door walked in in response, and dragged the arm holding Wu Jiang's head out. How could a fat man addicted to alcohol make a profit, and was dragged out crying all the way. After a while, there were crackling slaps and screams like killing pigs in the courtyard.

Jiang Jiang's head trembled with fright, and he slumped to the ground. Unexpectedly, this was not over yet, another voice came from outside the courtyard: "Presumptuous! You Jie slave dare to catch me? As a guest of the Liang Mansion, Tian Chang has been loyal for more than ten years. Can you, a **** slave, be able to touch it? Ah...Wu, Mr. Wu, how are you..."

After being taken out of the house by the new Jie Nu, Tian Chang was frightened and angry, cursing all the way and trying to break free. Who knew that as soon as he entered the inner courtyard, he saw Wu Jiang's head being dragged and beaten outside. At this moment, his anger was stuck in his throat, turning into a cold. However, the pace of the people around him did not stop, and he stumbled into the study like that. When Tian Chang saw Jiang Jiang's head also kneeling in front of Liang Feng, he finally understood that his plan was probably completely exposed.

In just a moment, the anger on Tian Chang's face subsided. He straightened the placket that was being torn apart, and knelt down in front of Liang Feng as if he looked like: "Lord Lang is calling me over, but what's the matter?"

He looks calm and composed, but his hands are a bit more trembling. Liang Feng smiled faintly and said: "I didn't know before that Tian Binke planned so many things."

Tian Chang vigorously vibrated his sleeves: "The old man thinks about the Liang Mansion! Lang Jun is obsessed with ghosts and is dedicated to training soldiers. The man has no officials for two generations, and he can't get the salary. How can he support his family's expenses! After the road, the old man can't stand idly by."

"It's a good one to do it by himself." The smile on Liang Feng's face is even thicker, "but the Liang Mansion is no longer the Liang Mansion, and I am afraid that he can't afford Tian's guests."

Is this to drive him away? Guests are not like shady households and slaves. Not to mention that they cannot be killed at will. Even beatings and insults may make the owner's reputation plummet. Without real evidence, even if he was sued to the county government, the reputation of the Liang Mansion would only be discredited. However, Tian Chang did not expect that Liang Feng would really drive him away! A Zhuangzi as big as Liang's mansion has nearly a hundred families below. Not to mention the four workshops, farming, animal husbandry, mulberry picking, orchard, which one does not need human care? Yan Sheng was just killed by a stick and drove him away. Can the Liang Mansion still function normally?

Tian Chang took a deep breath and slowed down his tone: "Although Tian is not talented, he has served as a guest in the Liang Mansion for more than ten years and is familiar with the affairs of the mansion. There are so many small talks in the mansion, and it is not easy to deal with it. Also. Ask the host to think deeply, don’t do it willfully."

Liang Feng looked at the other party's pretentious posture, and finally shook his head in his heart. This person is really unusable. Let's not talk about greed for merit and power, after this scandal is revealed, if he feels a little guilty, he is considered to be saved. However, Tian Chang had no repentance at all. Instead, he used Liang's mansion as a threat, and wanted to blatantly grab the right to manage affairs.

To be talented but not talented, to be loyal but not loyal, and not even possess the basic professional ethics, what's the use of keeping him?

The smile on Liang Feng's face gradually faded, and he raised his head and said to Yi Yan: "Go and help Tian guest pack his bags. Before dark, let him go out of the house."

As soon as he said this, a trace of shame flashed in Tian Chang's eyes, but he didn't say anything, he just got up and left. Outside the door, the sound of the rod hitting has stopped, it should be Wu Jiangtou who was tortured, so he was recruited. When he was a criminal policeman in his previous life, it was Liang Feng's most shameful thing to use private interrogation. But now, just hitting the board to spare someone's life has become a great act of kindness. It is true that the status has changed so much that there is no need to use any wrist to deal with these people.

Liang Feng turned his head to look at Jiang Jiantou, who was still trembling, and said, "Jiang Jiantou, you have to reorganize the pottery workshop when you go back, and report the positions of several craftsmen and the shops where they are used to selling goods. And these years. The surplus money is also well calculated."

This is a chance for him to surrender. Jiang Jiang doesn’t understand anything, so he hastily kowtowed: "Lord Lord is kind! After the villain returns, he must take care of the pottery workshop, and never dared to hide half of it privately!"

Liang Feng shook his head, "Those surplus money should be used as the capital you invest in the pottery workshop for trial production of porcelain. As long as the porcelain can be produced in the kiln, and the money you earn, I will divide you 10%."

Jiang Xinmeng raised his head in shock at this sentence. 10%? ! Can you burn porcelain, and can you divide them into 10%? Those are precious things that are hard to change. If you can get 10%, wouldn't it be several times more than the current surplus of secretly burning pottery? ! Which one would treat the shady households below this way, it was obviously treating them as guests, or even treating them personally!

With mixed feelings in his heart, Jiang Jiang bowed his head and bowed again. However, this time, it was not like before, only fear.

Looking at the other's drooping head, Liang Feng raised his hand and rubbed his temple. All morning's disposal took him a lot of effort. However, the stick was hit and the carrots were hung out. These remaining people should also be able to take care of them. As for the future... he sighed in his heart, let's militarize management for now. Let Aliang take care of the affairs in the mansion first, and wait until the two Chaoyu's uncles arrive, before arranging the help of the accountant. Liang's mansion is no more than one camper, and it is not too much trouble to manage it, so slowly find a suitable housekeeper.

"Go down." Chongjiang Carpenter Head and Chao Yu waved his hands, and Liang Feng closed his eyes tiredly. The faint irritability in my heart has not subsided. When will this withdrawal period disappear...