The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 214 We are different

Wen Jie: "What an amazing ad! Lao Yue, no wonder your social media is so popular. This... this ad makes even me want to buy it."

Yue Wenxuan spread his hands: "The advertisement is ready, just waiting for you to prepare the goods."

Wen Jie couldn't help but laugh and cry: "I only made a few trial samples, and you actually finished the advertisement. Your efficiency is so scary."

Yue Wenxuan: "In the internet age, efficiency is life. If you're slow, others will preempt you. Now it all depends on your speed. When can you achieve mass production of this perfume? I wouldn't dare put up the ad until we have a certain production volume."

Wen Jie cheered up: "Then I will start preparing to build a factory right away."

The production method of this kind of incense is almost entirely ancient. Some steps can be replaced by machines instead of manual work, but it does not require very complicated machines. At most, it can be a machine for grinding medicinal powder or a machine for steaming and cooking, which does not cost much.

Wen Jie found a place with cheap land in the suburbs, rented a small factory, hired a group of workers, and carefully started trial production. She stayed in the factory almost 24 hours a day, strictly controlling every production process.

A few months later, the first batch of trial products was placed in front of Yue Wenxuan...
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While the aromatherapy factory was being prepared, the Song Dynasty in the sand table was busy with spring plowing and sowing.

When Guwei arrived, spring plowing had already begun, but the seeds had not been sown yet.

So the Jin army led by Guwei saw many plowed fields along the way, but there were no crops in the fields.

The Jin army's disturbance made many people living in the west of Jiaoshui County panic. Their fields had been plowed and they were about to sow seeds, but the arrival of the Jin thieves delayed their precious time.

Now that the Jin army has retreated, why shouldn't they be anxious?

A large group of people clamored and were eager to return to their villages to sow seeds.

Villagers from a village very close to Changyi County returned to their homes, only to find that the village had become a terrible sight. Three houses in the village had become ruins, and the ruins were the kind of "explosion-like" ruins...

It turned out that the rebels had installed explosives in these three houses to give the Jin army a chance to show their power.

Guwei lost dozens of his subordinates in the explosion and was so angry that he almost vomited Maoxuewang.

The villagers were saddened to see their homes destroyed. One person couldn't help but whisper, "When Marshal Gong relocated us back to Jiaoshui City, he said the Marshal's Office would compensate us for what was destroyed by the Jin bandits, right? Can we go and ask for compensation now?"

The villagers nearby immediately shook their heads and sighed, "Don't be silly! You really dare to believe what an official says? Marshal Gong may be a little different from the previous officials, but he's still an official. If your house is destroyed, it's destroyed. The villagers will help you rebuild it. Don't go to the Marshal's Mansion and ask for trouble. You might get beaten to death at the gate by the soldiers."

The three villagers who had lost their homes thought carefully and realized that the promises made by officials were often unreliable. Going to the Marshal's Office to demand compensation was like seeking death. Well, they could just hold their noses and consider themselves unlucky. It wasn't the first time they'd been unlucky. They'd already been unlucky once before, when the Jin army arrived in the first year of Jianyan. Now it was just another instance of bad luck.

The village head stood up and shouted to their neighbors, "Everyone, stop being idle and go cut down some trees and gather some grass to help these three families rebuild their houses. If anything happens to your family in the future, they will come to help you too."

The neighbors responded and everyone decided to prepare materials for building the house.

At that moment, a group of men galloped over on swift horses. Leading the charge was none other than Yue Wenxuan's figurine. Behind him followed a squadron of Ming Dynasty night warriors, tasked with protecting his 500-yuan figurine. Zhang Yong, Zhang Dashu, and Zhang Wazi also accompanied him, providing him with chores. Yue Wenxuan ran into the village, reined in his horse, and scanned the area, his gaze immediately locked onto the three bombed-out houses. "This is the first village the Jin army attacked, right?"

Zhang Yong immediately replied respectfully, "Yes, our men hid explosives in the house. The Jin army set fire to the house, which ignited the explosives and blew themselves up miserably."

Yue Wenxuan: "Well, well fried!"

Then he turned to the villagers and asked, "Where are the residents of these three houses?"

The villagers all couldn't help but look towards the residents of the three houses. The three people looked terrified. They didn't know where to put their hands for a moment, their lips trembled, and they didn't dare to speak for a long time.

Just now they were still muttering about going to the Grand Marshal's Mansion to ask for compensation, but when they saw the people from the Marshal's Mansion here, they couldn't hold back a word.

It’s not their fault!
This is only because corrupt officials have oppressed them too much, making them full of fear of high-ranking officials.

Yue Wenxuan sighed softly and said to Zhang Yong, "Remember this! An official who scares the people is not a good official. Only an official who is as close to the people as a family is a good official."

After saying this, he turned to the three families, keeping his expression as gentle as possible. He tried not to sound intimidating without being angry, or to draw a line between class and the people. Instead, he tried to sound like the village aunts, uncles, and uncles, and said in a parental tone, "Don't worry, we will take responsibility for your family's losses." He turned around and said, "Zhang Yong, do you have any money on you?"

Zhang Yong quickly clasped his fists and said, "I brought some, but not much."

Zhang Dashu grinned: "I brought a lot."

Zhang Wazi also said, "I brought a lot too."

Yue Wenxuan nodded. "Use your money to cover the cost first, then pay the villagers. Then go back and ask the warehouse manager for more money. Pay the compensation for the houses. Also, give some money to the villagers who helped them rebuild their houses as a reward for their hard work."

Zhang Yong and Zhang Wazi quickly responded and went to distribute the money.

Zhang Dashu asked naively, "Master, shouldn't we just compensate them for the house? Why should we pay them more to help rebuild it? Isn't that like paying them double the price?"

Yue Wenxuan laughed and scolded, "You're usually stupid, but now you're calculating clearly. Their house was requisitioned for military use, and it killed many Jin thieves. The house performed a great service. Shouldn't we give them a bonus after compensation?"

Zhang Dashu: "Wow, so the extra money is a bounty. I understand now. Hehehehe!"

"Hey, you." Zhang Yong also laughed and scolded: "You are smart when you should be stupid, and stupid when you should be smart, you guy."

Everyone laughed, and the cheerful laughter echoed over the small village.

The three residents whose houses were damaged in the bombing received compensation, and their neighbors received a "labor fee for rebuilding their houses". The whole village was happy. They saw Yue Wenxuan chatting and laughing with a clumsy soldier, and thought to themselves: The official of the Marshal's Mansion is really a good official, different from the officials we have seen before.

(End of this chapter)