Get the resurrection scroll, and eat melons and meat after entering the book

Wu Qing held her chin with one hand and a pen in the other, and with her chaotic handwriting, she divided the people working at the farm into five levels on the precious royal rice paper.

First level: village head, manager, accountant

Second level: Senior engineer

The third level: laborer

Fourth level: Apprentice

Fifth level: Handyman

A skilled worker has a special skill that no one can learn from; an unskilled worker learns skills from a skilled worker and can complete the work independently; an apprentice learns from others and can follow instructions to complete a certain job; a handyman does not even have the qualification of an apprentice and does physical work.

Another option is to suddenly transfer people to do something and pay them by the hour.

In addition, there is the money spent by the teacher of the school, which is used to buy things for the school, and is also a long-term expenditure item.

There are still many things I don't know. How is wages calculated now? How much should a worker be paid per day?

Wu Qing looked up, not knowing where the person was, and asked, "Yongsi, I have something to ask you. Would you like to come down and talk for a while?"

Before anyone arrived, a voice came over, "I guess what you want to ask, but I don't know. I only know that the Ninth Prince gives our boss two thousand taels of silver a year, and his daily food, clothing, and expenses are all taken care of by the prince. We each get one thousand taels. If you want to know the salary of any official, or the money they receive privately, I can tell you everything. Don't ask me anything else."

Wu Qing stroked her forehead. Why did she know all that?

She asked again, "Then should I ask Eunuch Su or Eunuch Yu?"

Yongsi's voice came, "They're both away, even Xiaoluzi is gone. He Cui is on her way back and will be here soon."

Wu Qing: Okay!

Sure enough, He Cui came back with some snacks, "Sister, have some snacks."

"No need for now. Come here. I have something to ask you. How much is the monthly salary of the head of the village?"

He Cui looked confused. "I don't know. Should I ask next time?"

Wu Qing: "I want to know what to do now?"

He Cui's eyes lit up, "Go ask Sister Chunying. She was going to Prince Yi's mansion to be the head aunt."

Wu Qing was happy that she had finally found a reliable person. "Let's go and take a look now."

The two of them arrived at Kunyi Palace and saw Chunying. They didn't waste any time asking her questions while standing in the corridor.

Back to the Western style, Wu Qing listed the wages of all the people on the farm.

She left the palace once every five days. When she left on the 25th, Madam Xu was already waiting for Wu Qing at Shengyanju.

The last time I left the palace, I told Madam Xu that I needed money. This time, Madam Xu directly brought the account book. "Miss Wu, do you want to settle the account for the soybean paste, or do you need more?"

Wu Qing took a look. Wow! Madam Xu's price for the soybean paste was...really high. "This price..." She hadn't figured out how to ask, but her expression said it all.

Mrs. Xu looked at Wu Qing's expression and laughed uncontrollably. "I know the raw material is beans, but it will take another three or four months. Plus, we'll earn something that no one else has. We'll be the only one, right?"

"I know, but I'm still a little surprised." Wu Qing didn't know how to calculate the purchasing power of copper coins and the RMB in his previous life.

But nowadays, a vegetarian bun costs three copper coins, and a meat bun costs five copper coins. With such purchasing power, if measured by buns, regardless of other things, this copper coin is equivalent to the purchasing power of one yuan in the previous life. So, if we consider it as one yuan, one tael of silver is one thousand yuan.

This small jar weighed only about five pounds, but Madam Xu set a sky-high price of ten taels of silver for it.

What would the soybean paste sellers downstairs who sell it for two yuan a bag or eighteen yuan a small bucket think if they knew about this?

Mrs. Xu laughed until she was done and then said, "This isn't a necessity. I only sell it to people who can afford it."

Wu Qing nodded. "That's right. But, is this the selling price?"

Madam Xu nodded, "Yes, this is the price they will give me for the produce they produce. Whether I cook and sell it myself or sell it to other mansions, they will add a markup to the price. Miss Wu, are you dissatisfied?"

"No, it's already a surprise. What about three years later?"

"I was just thinking of discussing what to do three years from now. We can't lower the price too much at once. How about lowering it by one or two taels each year?"

Wu Qing raised her eyebrows. She was no longer so eager to let the general public taste the flavor of soybean paste. She now wanted to use the money she earned from this to open a school and promote literacy among the entire population.

It can be considered another form of robbing the rich to help the poor. "Okay!" Wu Qing nodded.

"Madam, please give me one hundred taels first, and deduct it from the account later." It was the time to work on the farm, and the wages had been set, so not a cent could be owed.

These one hundred taels were enough for the farm to produce a large amount of soybean paste.

Madam Xu smiled. "What are you thinking, Miss Wu? Since we're partners, how can we even talk about paying back the initial investment?"

Wu Qing slapped his forehead and laughed. He had never done business with anyone before, so he actually forgot about this matter. He could just share the profits at the end of the year.

In the past half month, Zhuangzi has progressed from washing and soaking soybeans, cooking, cooling, stirring into mud, mixing in salt, to fermentation.

The fermentation process is the key to success. Shoutian's wife brings Daduo and leads people to watch the temperature of the jar of sauce every day and stir it every other day.

In another month, we will know whether this jar of sun-free sauce is a success or a failure.

There was no soybean paste for Shengyanju during this period, so the chef was busy researching and made the kimchi into something that most people could not afford, but high-end and classy.

Wu Qing also laughed uncontrollably when she saw it.

Mrs. Xu said, "This looks easy to make, just like pickled vegetables, but the kitchen didn't make it taste this good."

Wu Qing was smug. "If it's so easy to make and it becomes pickled vegetables, how can we sell it at a high price?"

Mrs. Xu agreed. Her original intention of asking the kitchen to make it was because she was afraid that it would be too easy and could not be sold at a high price. Of course, it is a good thing if it is not so easy to make.

Madam Xu said, "Originally, I thought if it were easy to make, I wouldn't sell it. I'd just use it as a secret side dish at Shengyanju, wrapped inside various dishes so customers wouldn't see its true appearance. Now that it's no longer necessary, I'll set a price and sell it!"

Wu Qing shook her head. "Madam, please handle the pricing. I'll just take a look."

Limited by her previous life's thinking, she could not come up with a high price for Mrs. Xu even if she gritted her teeth.

Madam Xu thought for a moment and said, "The raw material is obvious at a glance, so I can't set the price too high. I'll just set it at one ounce of silver per jar."

It's not easy to say, but the price is too high for most people to afford.

Zhuangzi naturally arranged to make kimchi as well, and within twenty days, he sent thirty small jars to Mrs. Xu.

So the jars on the farm were not enough, so a large number of jars were ordered...

Another month has passed in the blink of an eye. According to the normal time, the soybean paste has not been fully fermented yet, but judging from the color and state, it has indeed been successfully fermented.

Wu Qing immediately told Mrs. Xu that she could start selling the sauce in about half a month.

At the same time, he told Zhuangzi to fill the other three empty jars with soybean paste.

In the village, apart from children, few people go to the night school run by the scholar. Adults don't want to learn to read, saying that it's half their life and they can live well without knowing how to read.

Wu Qing hadn't expected this. No one was willing to learn the free course. What should she do? Should she just give copper coins as a reward for attending the course?

If they go there for the money they can earn, will they think about it? They can't just chat in the classroom.

Wu Qing was still thinking about this in the palace and asked He Cui, "Would you like to learn to read?"

He Cui nodded: "Yes!"

Wu Qing: "Why?"

He Cui: "It works! Just go to the pastry shop. There are some that look similar, and the fillings are written next to them. You can't pick the wrong one because it tells you which master likes which flavor."

Wu Qing immediately had an idea. The production of soybean paste on the farm had already been turned into a semi-assembly line. The soybeans were sent from the granary to a designated place for cleaning, then soaked for four hours, cooked, cooled, and stirred... The scholar wrote down tips and precautions for each step.

Whether a master is teaching a junior worker or an apprentice, he only teaches once and tells the learner: "Look here for a hint."

Those who can't understand are demoted, from laborers to apprentices, and apprentices are demoted to odd jobs, and can only wait for opportunities to recruit apprentices again...

In this way, the message conveyed to Wu Qing was that everyone was extremely enthusiastic in learning, fearing that they would not be able to learn.

(As an aside: The author is writing about housing prices in Beijing in another book. I've recently looked up information and found that after the Ming Dynasty moved its capital to Beijing, an official bought a three-story courtyard house with a garden in Beijing for 600 taels of silver. I also looked up the prices in "Dream of the Red Chamber," and found that the rewards given to servants were only a few dozen to a few hundred coins. Based on the prices in the previous book, a small two-story house would cost 350 taels of silver. Readers were dissatisfied, thinking it was too cheap, pointing out that in other works, it would cost thousands or even tens of thousands of taels to buy a courtyard.

If you read other works, you will find that the tip for a waiter is one or two taels of silver; not counting the consultation fee for the doctor, the red envelope given to the follower is five or ten taels... This cannot be said to be wrong, but one can only sigh that the people in other people's works are too rich, hundreds or thousands of times richer than the Jia family.

The author of this article still cannot escape the historical evidence he has already checked, which shows that this was a period without inflation.)