The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 25 The best job advertisement is to show off your wealth
Tables and benches have been set up in the simple canteen. Although there are only about twenty sets, there are very few refugees sitting and eating now.

There's nothing I can do, eating will delay work too much...

In order to prevent them from wasting time by going to the canteen, the person in charge of each construction site now brings people over to pick up meals, which is really considerate.

Fang Yu and Mrs. Qiao found a clean table and sat down, and soon Lao Cui brought several dishes over.

A plate of braised pork belly with fresh bamboo shoots, a plate of braised eggplant with minced meat, a plate of red oil Lingjiang mustard, and a large bowl of kelp and tofu soup.

A few simple dishes, a combination of meat and vegetables, full of flavor.

Especially these fresh bamboo shoots look particularly refreshing in this season.

Soon the refugees who were eating started shouting: "Old Cui, your skills are really amazing!"

"Old Cui should go to the palace and be the royal cook. Stop living in Laishui County."

"Go away! Isn't it better to serve Mr. Fang than to serve the emperor? If you want to go, you can go by yourself. Don't harm others, Old Cui..."

Chef Lao Cui was originally disliked by restaurants in the city, but now he has finally found his home in the canteen of the refugee camp.

You know this person, once he is praised every day, he will naturally become more and more popular.

Lao Cui now felt that these refugees really knew the goods, and the shopkeepers of the restaurants in the city were all blind dogs.

When Mrs. Qiao took a few bites of the food and started to praise him, Lao Cui's face almost burst from laughter.

Of course he knew the Qiao family, which was one of the largest families in the county.

Now even the young lady of the Qiao family praises him, Lao Cui, which shows that he is indeed a master in the kitchen.

Seeing Lao Cui being so proud, Fang Yu rolled his eyes inwardly.

He has tried Lao Cui's true level. The reason why he can improve it several levels now is because Teacher Pan sent him various seasonings.

That is the result of technology and hard work.

"Master Fang, is it true that he only sells it for five taels of silver and one stone? In fact, it's okay to sell this kind of rice for ten taels."

It is the rule of scholars to eat and sleep without saying anything. Business people are not so particular about it. After taking a few bites of the food, Mrs. Qiao started talking about business.

The price of rice in Baoding Prefecture has officially reached [-] taels of silver, and is still rising. There is almost no possibility of falling back.

The reason is simple: Songjiang Prefecture, an important grain-producing area in the south of the Yangtze River, suffered a drought this year, and a reduction in grain production is inevitable.

Even if Fang Yu sells it for ten taels of silver, he won't have to worry about not being able to sell it, and the profit will be huge.

But things like silver are meaningless to the other party now.

If it weren't for the fear that the price would be too low and harm the interests of farmers (mainly farmers in Jiangnan), Fang Yu would be fine selling it for a penny or a stone.

Fang Yu shook his head at Mrs. Qiao and corrected: "It's not that I sell it for five taels of silver and one stone, but you should sell it for five taels of silver and one stone."

Mrs. Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "The selling price of Master Fang is..."

Fang Yu said: "If you sell it in Laishui County, I will give you four liang and eight yuan per stone; if it is sold in Baoding Prefecture outside Laishui County, I will give you four taels and five yuan and one stone."

If you sell it to Shanxi, Shuntianfu, and Hejianfu, I will give you three taels of silver and one stone; if it is sold to Henan, Gansu, Shaanxi, and Shandong, I will take nothing. "

...The three people present already understood that they were not doing this for money at all.

The most touching words are often not prosperous. Mrs. Qiao felt that Mr. Fang's words were undoubtedly the most touching words in the world.

Mrs. Qiao said quietly: "Master Fang, aren't you worried that I will take rice from you in the name of selling it to Henan, Gansu and Shaanxi, and then sell it nearby?"

Fang Yu shook his head with a smile and said: "Your Qiao family is not the only shop selling rice." There is really nothing to worry about. If the Qiao family has such a good business, it will definitely make people jealous, and those jealous people will stare at it themselves Every move of the Qiao family.

If the Qiao family really gets into trouble, they will just kick him out and replace him.

Mrs. Qiao left the refugee camp, and Fang Yu was about to go back to see Axiu (to check her homework) when she heard the good news.

Because Fang Yu and his party "spread money" in the county town yesterday, everyone in the county town now knows that these refugees are extremely rich.

So those who couldn't find food in the county town wanted to come here to see if anyone was needed for work.

Coincidentally, Fang Yu's place is short of people and smoking.

"More than 200 people have come, and they are all outside the camp now. Manager Zhao (Old Man Zhao) is talking to them." Gao Er said.

So many people came at once?Fang Yu was a little surprised for a moment.

A few days ago, because the brick kilns and homesteads took up too many manpower, the construction of the reservoirs and drainage ditches almost came to a halt.

Fang Yu thought that now that we have food and money, recruiting people should be easy.

However, Old Man Zhao and Liu Ji attacked everywhere, even in a hurry to recruit people on the roadside, but in the end they didn't recruit many.

Now Fang Yue understands that the best recruitment advertisement is to show off your wealth.

Fang Yu hurriedly walked back and said, "Wait until I bring Axiu over, and then we can go take a look together."

The sophomore in high school hesitated: "Axiu is there too..."

Fang Yu stopped and asked curiously: "Has she finished all the homework assigned by the scholar?"

He clearly remembered that Xiucai taught five characters today, and each character was required to be copied twenty times, which equaled one hundred characters.

Can Axiu's little arms write so fast?You can't write cursive, right?

The sophomore in high school raised his head and said helplessly: "When get out of class was over, she heard that there were a lot of people outside, so she asked Liu Ji and me to take her to see the excitement. When we refused, she cried..."

The place where the shacks are built in the refugee camp is very close to the county seat. You can almost see the shacks as soon as you walk across the moat.

Li Shun has lived in Laishui County for half his life. Almost every year, he can see refugees arriving in Laishui County and setting up a few shacks indiscriminately.

However, although these shacks in front of them are simple and crude, they are completely different from the ones in the past.

They are arranged neatly, and the intervals between each shack are consistent. The most special thing is that it is very clean.

It's much cleaner than the alley where Li Shun lives.

There is not a piece of clothes hanging out in the air, there is no sewage flowing across the ground, and there are no piles of mosquitoes and flies staring at the rotten food... or dead bodies.

These refugees are indeed strange. Maybe what they say is true, Li Shun thought to himself.

The news that the refugees outside the city had a lot of money and were recruiting people to work spread throughout the county. Li Shun was almost the last to find out.

When he first heard it, he thought it was a bit ridiculous, but soon he saw people in twos and threes starting to rush out of the city, and then the number grew and grew.

Li Shun originally wanted to find a job shoveling horse manure in Dongshi, but he was picked by several people, but they didn't even look at him.

Just because he is a cripple.

Li Shun limped around and didn't earn a single penny. He just rolled his eyes for a long time.

He wanted to give up, but the family had no food, and even the last bit of buckwheat was eaten by his mother in half a bowl of porridge.

(End of this chapter)