I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 40 Lord, let's stop making trouble!

After hearing this, His Royal Highness the King of Chu thought about it and said, "Well, if we find a place to stock up and sell it ourselves, we can indeed sell it at a high price, but it is too much trouble. As for finding a business name, I remember, what is the name of Uncle Seventeen's? Is the business name coming?"

"Fuxing Company!" Seeing that his master was stuck, Manager Zhu immediately took over.

"Yes! It's the Fuxing Company." King Chu nodded, "When you go back later, go there and ask."

"Yes! Little one understands."

"Oh, that's right." His Royal Highness Chu suddenly remembered something, and pointed at the disaster victims who were waiting in line for the porridge: "You send someone to ask that kid again, is there any way to deal with these disaster victims.

They are all poor people who lost their homes due to floods and had to sell their land.But always serving porridge like this is not an option.

There is always a day when you can sit and eat. "

After listening to Guanshi Zhu, he quickly nodded and agreed: "Yes! I will send someone to ask."

Guo Yi is leading people to inspect the first batch of red bricks fired in a brick kiln.

After five days and six nights of firing, the kiln was finally opened today.

He picked up two pieces and shook them in his hands, then knocked them hard twice.

when!when!
Then, another piece was broken, and the pore structure inside was looked at.

"Well, the quality is not bad. Although the drying time is a bit shorter and the burning time is a bit shorter, if you only build a three-meter-high rabbit house, it is completely enough."

Do not build high-rise buildings, do not need too strong hardness.

Yang Lizhi, who was next to him, also reached out and picked up two bricks and knocked on them: "Well, it looks pretty good. Unexpectedly, Brother Yi can even burn bricks!"

Guo Yi couldn't help but blush a little. He was an illiterate old man in his previous life and didn't find any decent job. This is one of his few social survival skills.

Because my family is in a rural area and the location is remote, every household burns bricks to build new houses in the village.

I think back then, when his family was building a new house, it was his father who brought his uncles to burn bricks and build a new house by himself.

At this time, Yang Liwen also squeezed over: "Brother Yi, this brick is also ready. When are we going to build the rabbit house?"

Guo Yi looked up to see that it was still early: "It's just building a rabbit house, and there is no need to choose any auspicious day, let's start now."

"Okay! Brothers, copy guys." Yang Liwen waved his arms with a smile on his face.

"Copy guy, do it!"

The crowd dispersed with a whoosh, and the new bricks that had been fired were transported to the laid foundation.

Guo Yi and Zhuzi were not idle either, they moved bricks together.

"Brother Yi, there are people coming to the palace again!" A half-sized man ran over panting heavily.

Guo Yi couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and followed the voice to look over.

This time it was not Guanshi Zhu who came, but a guard, riding a tall horse, walking over slowly.

"Hey, Guo Erlang, this is a letter from Manager Zhu. I want you to reply immediately after reading it. I'll take it back later."

The guard dismounted, took out a letter from his pocket, and handed it over.

The content is very simple. It is said that His Royal Highness Chu used the money from selling stone carbon to relieve the victims, bought grain, and distributed porridge outside the city.

But giving porridge all the time is not a solution, and it is inevitable to sit back and eat.Ask him, is there any way to deal with it?
Well!
What is it to use the money from selling coal to help the victims?
Robbing the rich to help the poor?

This prince is really kind, but our Yanglin Village is not a powerful landlord?

Not much better than those disaster victims!
You have gained a good reputation!
But let the young master eat bran swallowed vegetables with him!
After Guo Yi read the letter, he was so angry that he kicked the pillar with a "bangji".

"Aw!" "Second Young Master, what are you doing?"

Zhu Zi didn't hurt at all, but he didn't understand his second young master's sudden convulsions.

"Hey!" Guo Yi sighed, there is no way, who made us good people?
Hitting is beating, scolding is scolding, but we can't ignore it.

Then he returned home and began to write a reply letter: "There are two ways to deal with it. One is to choose some young and middle-aged people from among them to dig coal in the mountains. No wages are paid, and only the family is full of food.

Second, Jiangling City has been the thoroughfare of the seven provinces since ancient times, but in my opinion, the name is not worthy of the name.Whether it is the official road in the north of the city or the wharf road in the south of the city, they are all muddy.

As the saying goes, if you want to get rich, build roads first.

Only by smoothing the road repairs can more businesses be attracted to Jiangling City to do business.

And using cooked soil to build roads will not last long.Building roads with rocks is too labor-intensive.It is better to open a kiln to burn bricks and pave the road with bricks and stones, which saves time and effort, and the excess bricks and stones can also be used for sale. "

After finishing writing, wait for the ink to dry, and hand it over to the guard to bring it back.

When Manager Zhu saw that the guard who delivered the letter had returned, he immediately gave it to his prince.

"My lord, this is Guo Erlang's reply."

The King of Chu immediately put down the book in his hand, unfolded the letter, and read it word by word.

After reading it over and over twice, he handed it back to Steward Zhu who was standing by: "Hehe! This kid is quite interesting. Take a look too."

Zhu Guanshi bowed his body and took two steps forward, took the letter paper with both hands, stepped back again, and read it carefully.

"Finished? How about it?"

"Well, this old slave thinks that these two solutions are very feasible. Anyway, those disaster victims have nothing to do, so it's better to use it to build roads and dig coal.

For one thing, the stone carbon dug up is sold for money, and grain can be bought to continue serving porridge.

Secondly, building bridges and paving roads is a great cause for thousands of years, and nothing can be done too much. "

His Royal Highness King Chu nodded approvingly when he heard the words: "Well, then arrange according to this kid's idea."

"Yes! This old slave saved me." Steward Zhu bowed and agreed.

"I also thought of an idea. Since we don't know how to do business, we might as well learn from this kid. We will do as he does." His Royal Highness Chu raised his delicate brows as he spoke, full of face.

Zhu Guanshi was taken aback when he heard the words, and he couldn't believe his ears.

We are the extremely noble Chu Palace, learning to do business with a run-down student whose father and mother are married?
My lord, let's stop making trouble!

Manager Zhu looked embarrassed, like an old patient with constipation for many years.He hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to respond.

"Why? This king's idea, isn't it good?" His Royal Highness Chu thought he had a good idea, but no one responded to him, and his face couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"No, no, no! Your lord, you are wise! This old slave was overwhelmed by your ingenuity, and my mind was agitated for a moment! My mind was agitated!" Steward Zhu was startled, and hurriedly responded with a desire to survive.

"Sycophant! Let's do it!" His Royal Highness King Chu couldn't help but cursed with a smile.

"Yes! The old slave resigns."

Manager Zhu bowed and stepped back, and immediately proceeded to implement Guo Yi's disposition.

One of the consequences is that Guo Yi has an extra tail behind him.

Wherever you go, follow wherever you go.

Guo Yi frowned, and looked at the short, fat young man next to him, "Zhu He, you mean, your father, Manager Zhu, sent you here?"

This young white fat man is not tall, and he is also fat, very much like his father.

It's Guanshi Zhu's second son. He's eighteen this year. He just came here today, so I'll report to him.

"Yes, my father sent me here." Zhu He said truthfully.

"What did your father send you here for?"

"My father didn't tell me."

　Ask for a recommendation ticket!
　　According to the words of the hat god, we don't have nothing, at least we still have the face to ask for votes...

　　


(End of this chapter)