Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 137 Iron Smelting ([-])

Such a casual, unassuming, approachable prince... Ding Jing calmly felt that all the notoriety outside said that Dong Yuefei made it up, and it must have nothing to do with the prince.

Ding Jingping withdrew the trance thoughts in her heart and concentrated on packing up the official documents.

Qiao Yurong helped Ding Jingping tidy up all afternoon, and then told Ding Jingping to take a rest at an appropriate time before returning to her room.

She was really tired and flustered today.

When Qiao Yurong returned to the house, Eunuch Mo came to Qiao Yurong's side after receiving the message from his servants, and said, "My lord, the properties of Dong Yuefei and his subordinates have been counted."

Qiao Yurong's tired eyes lit up: "How many!"

Eunuch Mo's face was also beaming with joy: "A total of 130 million taels, not including some gold, jewelry and jade."

Depend on!
so much!
Qiao Yurong was stunned by this number, and couldn't help but think of a proverb in the history of his previous life, "He Shen fell, and Jiaqing was full!" '

Now Qiao Yurong really understood the meaning of this word.

If you add the sold jewelry and jade, I'm afraid it will cost nearly 200 million taels of silver.

All the income of Beidi for several years went into Dong Yuefei's pocket.

This Dong Yuefei's group of people, the fish and meat people, squeezed so many people, and the flesh and blood of the people in the north were squeezed dry, how could they have a good life.

But the money was given to him, but it made him easy to do things.

Take it from the people, use it for the people.

All the money from the people is used for the people.

With his own money before, he could buy enough food and cotton clothes for the people in the North, but now with more than 100 million taels of silver, Qiao Yurong decided to build a place for those lonely and helpless refugees.

"Leave the money first, and when the magistrate's office in Beiyang City is on the right track, the king will use it for other purposes," Qiao Yurong said.

Eunuch Mo nodded: "My lord, don't worry, the slaves have locked these things in the warehouse, no one can get in without the key given by the slaves."

Qiao Yurong smiled slightly: "Old Mo, you do things, I just rest assured."

After a pause, Qiao Yurong asked again: "Old Mo, how is the iron mine?"

Eunuch Mo pondered for a while: "The iron dug out will arrive tomorrow at the soonest."

"Where's the iron smelting workshop?" Qiao Yurong didn't even know where there was an iron smelting workshop in Beiyang City.

Eunuch Mo showed a slight smile on his wrinkled face; "My lord, don't worry, the slaves are all arranged."

Only then did Qiao Yurong really feel relieved: "Old Mo, take me to the iron smelting workshop tomorrow."

Eunuch Mo nodded in agreement, suddenly remembered something, and said, "My lord, how can you tell Concubine Lan about your affairs?"

The fact that the prince is a woman disguised as a man is more dangerous if one more person knows about it.

Qiao Yurong knew what Eunuch Mo was referring to, smiled, and said, "Old Mo, I understand your worries, but you can also see how Lan Chu has treated me all this time. For a lifetime, I don't want to hide such a thing from her, and you see, even if I said it, Lan Chu still said that she was devoted to this king, Lan Chu believed it."

Eunuch Mo lowered his head to hide the coldness in his eyes.

The fact that the prince believed it does not mean that he believed it in his heart. Lan Chu's life experience was originally weird, and even a kind-hearted person like the prince is a good person.

Forget it, he should keep an eye on Lan Chu more. If Lan Chu wants to make trouble because he knows the identity of the prince, he will not spare him!
Eunuch Mo laughed: "My lord, this servant knows."

Qiao Yurong smiled and nodded, and then went to bed to rest.

(End of this chapter)