The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Hu Zirong, who was timid and cherished his life, was unconditionally requisitioned by the Lord general Guli, and there was no room for resistance.

Jiang Wenjie and Luo Qin were also requisitioned, because all the earth bombs were taken away by Jiang qianxia, and the Pingshan army was useless.

Less than a month after their reunion, the laborious couple separated again. One Hu Zirong, who had to wear heavy armor to death, went to suppress the bandits by some means of deception. The other changed his men's clothes and went directly to the construction site, which was disgusting.

"... Xiaofei, I'll give you the paving, and you'll give me such a result?"

Looking at the tunnel that can accommodate up to one carriage, Jiang qianxia's black eyes are almost gone.

Xiao Fei, who had been tanned again, smiled bitterly, bowed again and again, and was about to cry holding the account book.

"Mrs. Jiang, it's not that Xiaofei doesn't want to build a road. It's too expensive to afford it!"

"The stone mountain is afraid of collapse, so it has to use an iron frame to build the top as a support. Even if the pig iron is purchased from Shuzhou, the price is very frightening. Before building the iron frame, you have to ask the mason to polish all the corners inside, otherwise the iron frame is easy to deform!"

"Not to mention the earth mountain, first spread it with stone strips and then support it with an iron frame... We really don't have enough money!"

Looking at the amazing number on the account book, Jiang qianxia couldn't help being surprised.

Why is it that since ancient times, road construction has mostly been a national project, and private construction for more than ten miles can be called a great good man? Just because it's so special, spending money is like running water. Except for the state machine, it can't be supported by private people at all.

But now Daqian doesn't care about Lingnan. To be honest, he doesn't have much money in the Treasury. As a result, even if the emperor wants to repair, he can't get so much money

"I know the truth, but it's too chilly..."

Looking at the dark ghost cave, Jiang qianxia scratched his head and said, "why is the consumption of iron frame so large? Is it necessary to build such a dense frame?"

"Dong Gong asked. If the frame is not so tight, it is easy to collapse in the rainy season!"

It seems that the mountains in Dianzhou are indeed prone to landslides and mudslides. This river has to be recognized in shallow summer.

"But it's not necessary to be so dense... Can't iron frame be used for main support and cement for others?"

Reinforced concrete can even build a building of hundreds of meters. It's unreasonable to be the support of a small tunnel?

Moreover, using cement paste is much easier than any stone bar. Craftsmen can polish it. Anyone with hands can do it.

In this way, you can save at least 50% or 60% of your money!

Eh, no

"Mrs. Jiang, Xiaofei is ignorant. What is cement?"

Well, that's the problem. She forgot to tell them the artifact of cement.

"Ah ha ha..."

With a guilty dry smile, Jiang qianxia said bitterly, "I said for a while. You can't hit me in anger."

"Ha?"

Xiaofei, who was unable to laugh or cry, listened carefully to Jiang qianxia and said what cement was, how easy it was to burn, how convenient it was to use, and how much money he could save.

The hands itch badly.

"... Mrs. Jiang."

"Well, you said!"

Taking a deep breath, Xiaofei smiled helplessly and said, "Mrs. Jiang, if you have these magical methods next time, can you say it in advance? If you use cement at the beginning, we can save more than 1300 yuan!"

"It's all right. Don't be angry. I'll try to earn the money back!"

With a smiling face, Jiang qianxia turned his eyes and whispered to him, "why don't you write a letter and let Mr. Feng come?"

"Oh? What's Mrs. Jiang doing?" Regardless of the money, Xiaofei asked cautiously.

"Well, you see, our two families have paid money and people to build the road. Other businessmen can't get benefits for nothing? We're not charity, right?"

"What does Mrs. Jiang mean?" Xiao Fei thought.

"I mean, I'll ask your majesty for a will first."

Seeing Xiaofei stunned, Jiang qianxia said with a smile, "this road has been repaired. It is not only our businessmen who benefit, but Daqian and his majesty who benefit the most."

"The road is built by us. It's not too much to ask for 50 years of charging right? The mountain road is rugged, and long-term maintenance is also a big cost. If we don't charge money, it won't be used again in a few years."

"Let's collect tolls according to the road section, and the imperial court will do it. We will receive 30% of the money, your majesty will account for 30% and the local government will account for 40%. Then the local officials will send someone to maintain it every year. As for who to maintain it..."

Jiang qianxia smilingly gestured between himself and Xiaofei and said, "who can know how to protect us better than those who build roads?"

"The money we earn from road maintenance every year is enough to cover the toll paid by our own caravan. If we discuss with adults, as long as we get a 70% discount on the toll, the price of our goods can be at least 10% lower than that of other families!"

Xiaofei took out the abacus inserted in his waist and dialed it with a crackle. The more he calculated, the redder his eyes were, and the larger the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, Mrs. Jiang, Xiaofei is completely satisfied!"

Humbly waving his hand, Jiang qianxia said with a smile: "road construction is a piece of fat. If our two families eat alone, we will inevitably be excluded by our peers in the future. This is not good."

"Excuse me, Mr. Feng. I just hope Mr. Feng can make a practical investigation. When he returns, he will greet the businessmen in Yangzhou and make it clear."

"Those who want to invest money in it will calculate the proportion according to how much they spend and how much they invest. At that time, the toll collected every year will almost pay dividends at a lower proportion."

"In Yuezhou, I'll ask grandpa to come forward and say hello. As long as the two states unite, in the future, if businessmen in Shaozhou and chunzhou want to share a share, they can only look at our faces and have a drink of soup."

Xiaofei ran away happily, even forgetting about the cement.

Jiang qianxia's smile is plain, and she has no sense of success in coming up with any big ideas.

After all, this method is to copy the toll station model of later generations. It was hard for her to think of the experience of picking up her wallet when she heard the prompt sound of "please slow down at the toll station one kilometer ahead"!

Moreover, if the state machine moves, it is much better than those ignorant mountain bandits holding a broken axe and shouting "I opened this mountain and planted this tree".

You can hire guards to fight mountain bandits, and you can dismantle the roadblocks set by the government? Direct exile three thousand miles, believe it or not?

"Oh, go back and write the memorials ~"

Hands folded behind his head, Jiang qianxia walked back with a swing.

"Boundless, you said that if I presented the memorials, your Majesty would take the queen and curse me for a few days?"

Boundless bowed his head, smiled and whispered, "maybe he will scold until the day when the key passage of Daqian is blocked."