Shipin Dalizheng

Old Wen left the same way he came, without taking a single cloud with him.

Rong Xian was very uneasy, "Did I get into trouble?"

Rong Tang said, "This matter has nothing to do with you. It's Rong Wanli's business. He has to pay back the debt. Go try the new wheelchair."

Rong Tang always felt that no matter what something was, it was only valuable when it was in the hands of someone who needed it and cherished it. Zheng Changzhi was very pretentious and he didn't deserve it.

Rong Xian turned the wheelchair with his hands, and he could move freely and turn at will without anyone pushing him. Except for going to the toilet, he was a completely self-reliant person.

Tears flickered in my eyes.

Rong Tang couldn't stand such sentimentality, and suddenly thought, if each of the remaining soldiers had a wheelchair, not such a good one, not such an expensive one, I wonder how much money it would cost.

He waved Rong Zhan over and said, "Brother Zhan, can you lend me some money? The interest rate is 30%, payable in installments."

Not long after, Rong Zhan was also forced to sign a 500-year repayment agreement.

Next up was the copper coin. Rong Tang racked his brains to think of what Fuxinzhuang needed. A house? Yes, a house. This shabby thatched cottage would be blown away by the wind.

"Copper coin, copper coin, where have you been, you fool?"

Normally, when I shouted, copper coins would appear in a flurry. But now, I don't know if he's deaf or has walked too far away, so I can't reach him. And then there's that old doctor Zhang...

Huh? Where's that snoring?

"Old man..."

Rong Tang shouted and lifted the curtain of the carriage. No wonder the wheelchair fell down. It turned out that Tongqian and Doctor Zhang were hiding in the carriage and drinking rice wine. They were drunk and fell asleep in each other's arms, kicking the wheelchair down.

Is the alcohol content of rice wine high? Normally it is not high, but this pot is different. It has been fermented for a long time and has become old rice wine.

It is even higher in alcohol than old rice wine, reaching over 20 or 30 degrees, which is similar to medium-high alcohol liquor.

He didn't have time to deal with the two drunkards for the time being, so he asked Rong Wanli to bring out a ceramic basin of rice wine. It seemed that the two guys had drunk a lot of it secretly.

Rong Tang really admired them. They didn't know what it was, nor did they ask whether it was drinkable or not. They just drank whatever they caught without worrying about being poisoned.

He asked someone to bring a bowl over, scooped half of it, and put it to his mouth. Rong Zhan was too close and snatched it away. "Master, be careful with imported food."

He took a sip and said, "It's rice wine. It has a sweet aftertaste. The taste is fine, but it has a strong alcohol taste."

He drank it all in one gulp, but still felt unsatisfied, so he scooped another bowl and said, "Let me try it again... Not bad, very delicious."

"Gudong gudong... Master, this wine is not bad!"

"Let me try it too." Rong Wanli didn't wait for him to let him. He grabbed the bowl and ate a big bowl. "Isn't this rice soup?"

I was thirsty, so I drank it all in one gulp. "It's really good, not too strong at all, and it's very smooth to drink."

He wanted to have another bowl, but Rong Tang stopped him, "Don't drink anymore, you'll get drunk."

"How can that be? This is just a few..."

"Boom..."

"Rong Zhan..."

Rong Zhan fell and hit his head on the carriage. He shuddered and tried to stand up, staggering and swaying.

Rong Wanli was dumbfounded. With Rong Zhan's alcohol tolerance, he got drunk.

"Strange, really strange, why are my legs so soft, like I'm stepping on cotton."

Rong Tang didn't plan to taste it either. He reached out to touch his chin, and an idea was forming rapidly in his mind. Since rice wine can also be made into strong liquor, does that mean that he has a new idea?

Looking at the copper coins sleeping together in the carriage, he realized that during this period, he was the first to discover the Buddlejaw for making yeast, and he was greedy for sorghum stalks for making sugar. Now, he was lazy and drank alcohol secretly, so he discovered the high-proof rice wine. In some ways, he was really his own lucky star.

He had something to give orders for in the afternoon, but now Tongqian was drunk, Rong Zhan was drunk, and Rong Wanli's face was red and suspicious, so he had to send someone else.

"Uncle Dashan."

Rong Dashan walked over silently, "Prince Tang."

"Tell two people to go with you to the capital and find Mr. Xue of the Xue Family Embroidery Workshop. Tell him that there's a big deal to discuss and ask him to bring a few more workers. Also, go to the residence of Mr. Tang, the doctor of the Ministry of Revenue, and find Young Master Tang. Tell him that there's a big deal to discuss and ask him to come to Fuxinzhuang."

Rong Dashan nodded in response and called Tian Lao Da and another person in the village. After all, Tian Lao Da was also from Beijing, so he knew people and places well.

Once Rong Dashan left, all that was left was waiting.

It was almost noon, and several villagers found some rice left in the Yang family's kitchen and cooked thick porridge. There was no vegetable, but it was enough to fill their stomachs.

An hour or so after the meal, the remaining soldiers brought firewood over one after another. Rong Dashan had not arrived yet, so Rong Xian weighed it first.

Fortunately, Rong Dashan and his group arrived quickly, along with Xue Dongjia and his group of seven or eight people.

"Prince Tang, the gatekeeper at Lord Tang's house said that Young Master Tang has been recognized by the Ministry of Works and has been appointed to work there. If you have any questions, you can come to Beijing to discuss this in person, or write to him."

"I see."

Rong Tang asked the three of them to go eat. Tian Laoda said, "Sir, we passed by the Bo's Mansion. Steward Tao asked us to eat there. He also asked me to bring a letter."

Rong Tang didn't have time to read the letter yet, so he went to talk to Xue Dongjia first. Xue Dongjia was very nervous, wondering what was going on in Fu Xinzhuang, a place with no integrity.

When they learned that they were making clothes for hundreds of remnant soldiers, two sets of clothes plus shoes and socks for each person, they were all stunned.

"How about it? It's a big business, right?"

Xue Dongjia was excited. This was indeed a big business, extremely huge.

"I wonder when Prince Rong will ask for it?"

"Can it be done within ten days?"

Xue Dongjia gritted her teeth. There were about a thousand sets of clothes and shoes and socks. She had more than twenty embroiderers at her place, so she definitely couldn't make them all. But she didn't want to give up, after all, it was such a big order.

"Prince Rong, how about this? I'll contact some colleagues, as well as some clothing and shoe shops, and get a batch of ready-made items delivered to you first. We can definitely get a few hundred sets. We'll rush to make the rest later, and it won't delay your business."

Rong Tang also felt that this was the only way. No matter which large embroidery workshop it was, it would be impossible to produce more than a thousand sets of clothes, shoes and socks within ten days.

"Okay, how long will it take to deliver it?"

Xue Dongjia gritted his teeth and said, "I'll send over a batch of ready-made clothes the day after tomorrow. I see that these old brothers are all thin and of different heights. I think any size can fit them, so I won't measure them one by one."

If we were to measure them one by one, it would take us a whole day to finish. Rong Tang knew this, and besides, as long as it was neat and tidy, whether it was tailored to the body or not was not that important.

Then they started to negotiate the price, with some trying to test the waters and haggling back and forth. Each person would buy everything, including clothes, shoes and socks, for one or two taels of silver.

It sounds cheap to buy two sets of clothes for one tael of silver, but Mr. Xue knows that many poor people make their own clothes by buying cloth, and one tael of silver can make four sets of clothes. The key lies in saving labor costs.

Rong Xian, who was listening from the side, said, "Prince Rong, there are women on the farm who can make clothes, shoes and socks."

Rong Tang remembered Rong Wanli saying that a small number of Quanhu's uncles took advantage of the famine years to pick up some women in distress to form their own families, but they rarely went out, so outsiders had no impression of them.

When he said this, Rong Tang thought of the idle women in Rongjia Village. It would be better to let them earn money instead of letting outsiders earn money. However, time was tight and he couldn't do it all by himself.

"So, Master Xue will send the fabric needed for two hundred sets of clothes, shoes, and socks, and distribute them to the idle people in the village to make some. We'll give eighty sets here, and one hundred and twenty sets to Rongjia Village. The colors of the clothes don't matter, just common colors.

Mrs. Xue was overjoyed. This way, she could earn money from the fabric and she wouldn't have to force the workers to work overtime.