Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

Shopkeeper Zhao was somewhat incredulous.

Lord Shen, as an official appointed by the imperial court, is planning a way out for these low-level merchants?

This is so strange no matter how you listen to it.

"Clap--"

The owner of Wufang clapped his hands, and several people carried various cloths into the cloth shop.

Pure white, pure black, ash gray, bright red, orange red, orange yellow, light yellow, dark green, grass green, cyan, blue-green, cyan blue, indigo blue, dark blue...

Seeing all kinds of linen, Manager Zhao didn't even dare to blink, for fear that it was his illusion.

"This..." He stood up by supporting himself on the back of the chair, looked at the unfamiliar colors of the linen, and rubbed his eyes, "This... How come linen has so many colors?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the owner of Wufang sighing: "Manager Zhao, this is the way out that Lord Shen has given us."

Master Wu stood up and walked over, picked up a pair of scissors and cut off a piece of ash linen, then held it in front of the two men.

"Manager Zhao, I was like you before. I felt that Lord Shen only cared about the people and didn't care about the lives of us merchants. I also felt that if she hadn't appeared out of nowhere, my Wu's Cloth Shop would have been prosperous and would have made a fortune one day. I also felt that she had harmed me, the Wu's Cloth Shop, and all the cloth merchants in the world."

Such treasonous words came out of the mouth of Master Wu Fang lightly.

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Zhao broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately looked around and prepared to close the shop door.

If anyone in the yamen heard these words, he and Master Wu would be in big trouble!

“No need to close the door!”

Instead of being afraid, Wu Fangzhu stretched out his hand to stop him, took two steps towards the door, and stared at the river bank not far away with his hands behind his back.

"But later, I found out that I was wrong. Our road was not blocked by Lord Shen, but narrowed by ourselves."

The river bank was still bustling with activity, with willow branches dancing in the wind. People under the branches were still talking about Tongan County.

"Have we narrowed the road ourselves?" Shopkeeper Zhao was puzzled.

"That's right." Wu Fangzhu turned around and held up the ash-gray linen. "Manager Zhao, the reason why we were able to make money was because the people were willing to buy our products. Linen is durable and cheaper than silk and satin, so people were willing to buy it to make clothes. But because of this, the linen merchants became more arrogant and more... ignored the people who bought linen."

Shopkeeper Zhao was stunned when he heard this.

Doesn’t he take the people into consideration?

"I, I...don't have any."

"You have." Wu Fangzhu was very sure, and then he laughed at himself: "I... have too."

He pointed at the various colored linens on the table with a complicated expression: "We can clearly dye these colors. We can clearly use tools to rub fine linen. You also had a cloth shop before, so you must know how much profit and how much money there is in coarse linen."

"I......"

Shopkeeper Zhao frowned slightly and was about to open his mouth to refute when he was interrupted by Master Wu: "Because linen has been the only industry for so long, we can sell whatever makes money. As for the needs of the people? We never paid attention! In this way, even though there is no Lord Shen in the Great Zhou Dynasty and cotton cloth has never been invented, our business...cannot last long."

"How is that possible?" Shopkeeper Zhao thought the other party was exaggerating. "They can't afford silk and satin, and those people don't wear linen clothes. Are they going to walk around naked on the street?"

Throughout the ages, merchants have been pursuing profits. If there is no money to be made, who would do business?

Seeing his reaction, Master Wu seemed a little disappointed.

"No matter what you think, I have figured it out. We have no choice but to go with the flow. From now on, Wu's Cloth Shop will mainly sell fine linen and increase the colors and patterns of linen. You can no longer set prices arbitrarily like you do now. You can only set prices according to the shop's regulations, and the prices cannot be higher than now."

"As for whether the profit can be the same as before, I can't promise you. Please think about it first. If you don't want to buy goods from Wu's Cloth Shop anymore, then the inventory in the shop... can be returned to the cloth shop."

After the words fell, Shopkeeper Zhao heard buzzing in his ears and his fingers trembled, "You...are you crazy?"

To add color, you have to buy expensive dyes.

The main business is fine linen, so the tools and labor invested in the cloth workshop in the future will have to be several times more than now.

And the price can’t be higher than it is now?!

Shopkeeper Zhao felt a lump in his chest and clenched his fists.

In this case, how can he make any money?! He will lose everything!

This Wu has said so many hypocritical things, I'm afraid he has already boarded Magistrate Shen's ship!

"All right!" He slammed the table, stood up and roared: "You are a noble businessman, you are in the same boat with Lord Shen, how can we small traders afford to lose money! I don't want to do this business anymore, you can take the cloth away today!"

It seemed that Master Wu Fang had already anticipated his reaction. He reacted calmly and just shook his head slightly.

When the last few pieces of linen were moved out, the door of the cloth shop was slammed shut with a loud bang, and pillar dust fell down, choking several people outside the door.

......

Tongan County.

Printing house.

The molten glass cannot be away from the fire for too long, otherwise it will have to be burned again after it naturally solidifies. Therefore, Mr. Qiao and his colleagues also settled down in the blast furnace room, so that as soon as the molten glass comes out of the furnace, it can fall into their hands and be "transformed".

As a result, the blast furnace room, which was originally somewhat spacious, became increasingly crowded.

Under the shade of the tree, Shen Zheng and Liang Fu discussed for a moment and then made a decision.

"No, what's the point of expanding?" Shen Zheng buried his head and rubbed the glass, and decided: "Just build a new one in the back, away from the printing house."

Liang Fu paused while grinding the glass: "You...made a fortune secretly?"

Are the people who even use the land for printing houses willing to re-expropriate the land?

Shen Zheng paused while rubbing the glass, raised her head and asked, "Am I usually very stingy?"

Liang Fu coughed lightly, "It's not that stingy, just a little bit..."

Under the mask, Shen Zheng gritted her teeth and chuckled, then turned around and pointed at the blast furnace room and said, "This room is so stuffy, when summer comes, won't we get heatstroke four or five times a day? Anyway, I can't stand it, so why not grit my teeth and build a spacious room with heat dissipation, so that Old Qiao and the others can let go."

Just as he finished speaking, they heard the chirping of cicadas from the tree above their heads.

Shen Zheng thought she had misheard, so she stopped moving and listened carefully.

“Squeak—squeak—”

“My goodness!” She glared at the treetops, “We’re so hot that we’ve messed up the cicadas’ biological clocks…”

"Biological clock?" Liang Fu also looked at the tree canopy and asked in confusion.

"The biological clock is..."

Just as Shen Zheng was about to start "popularizing science" when she caught a glimpse of two figures stepping over the threshold and slowly walking towards them.

One of them was Mo Qingwan, and the other was a little girl with an unfamiliar face who walked unsteadily.