Shipin Dalizheng

After reading all the letters, Rong Tang felt that they were probably written when he was still unsure whether he could receive them.

In the letter, Steward Lu mainly reported what major events had occurred in the imperial capital after he left, as well as various information he had sent people to collect. He also mentioned that another team heading south was anxious because they had not received any news from their master for a long time. He hoped that the young master would receive the letter to report his safety and provide guidance on the next arrangements.

Wu Ji simply sent a greeting in the name of Feng Xiangjun, with just a few words, considering the possibility that the letter was lost or fell into the hands of others.

Princess Hejing was very rude. Her first words were, "Rongtang, where the hell have you been? You haven't written a single letter in such a long time! If you have the guts, go and ask His Majesty to break off the engagement. If you don't, just be a good boy and wait patiently. I'm sorry I forgot you don't have the guts. Reply to me while you're alive, and reply to me even after you die, so that I can remarry."

When Rong Tang was Feng Liu's friend, he had never seen her have such a violent temper. She was even worse than the Princess of the County. Besides, the Princess of the County was a bit tough by nature, but at least she appeared gentle in her dealings with others. This was really unbearable to watch.

As for Mrs. Gui's letter, Rong Tang did not read it. Early in the morning, he asked Rong Wanli to take it to Tongqian.

He ate the breakfast Rong Xiu had carefully prepared and headed out of the city again for Fuxinzhuang. Unbeknownst to him, Jin Shizhao, after a night of reflection, had decided to report him to the Jingzhao government office for disobeying his parents. The charges were blackmailing officials, corrupting the family tradition, and setting an extremely bad example in Shangjing.

As his biological father, he tried his best to persuade and educate his son, but he was ruthlessly rejected and humiliated. In order to correct the family tradition and prevent the sons of nobles in Beijing from following his example, he decided to kill his own son for the sake of justice and let this unfilial son learn a lesson.

Nangong Jing received the complaint, but felt it was difficult to handle, so he decided not to take it and decided to handle the matter coldly, so that Jin Shizhao would give up. However, Jin Shizhao was very tough and even threatened that if he did not take the case, he would go to the court to report him for favoring Rong Tang and not taking the case.

Nangong Jing has a good reputation among officials and the people. He is famous for being fair and just and not afraid of power (he himself is powerful). Of course, he doesn't want to be caught by him. It was the master who reminded him.

"Sir, Yang Lianye's falsification of accounts and embezzlement of the master's money have not yet been dealt with?"

Nangong Jing suddenly realized something and sent people to bring Yang Lianye, who had been released to attend the funeral, back to jail and prepare to announce the verdict.

Jin Shizhao was furious. "Your Excellency, yesterday that little bastard sent people to rob the shop in Jingxi Town. I didn't say anything. What else do you want?"

Nangong Jing said slowly, "Master Jin's words are irrational. The shop in Jingxi Town originally belonged to the Bo family. Master Jin entrusted the wrong person, and the shopkeeper embezzled the property. What's wrong with letting the prince take it back and manage it himself? In my opinion, Master Jin is well-versed in the classics and should know the principle of avoiding suspicion when in a melon field or plum tree. There are rumors outside that Master Jin is plotting to seize his wife's family property, but Master Jin still refuses to let go. It's really strange."

Jin Shizhao turned away and said, "If they want to arrest Yang Lianye, then let them arrest him. After all, Yang Lianye didn't commit a capital crime. Let's see how the little beast can escape punishment."

Jin Shizhao truly didn't care about Yang Lianye anymore, and Nangong Jing's expression was also grim. Ultimately, Yang Lianye's property would be confiscated and his losses reimbursed to the owner. He himself would only receive a few dozen beatings and a few years in prison; his life wouldn't be in jeopardy. Rong Tang's mishandling of this incident could cost him his life.

"Send someone to the palace immediately to inform Consort Rong and have her think of a way to deal with His Majesty. I'll delay this for a while and go get the person later."

The men received the order and headed straight for the palace.

When Rong Tang arrived at Fuxinzhuang, he naturally inspected the scene to see how the veterans were doing. At this point, the veterans didn't know Rong Tang had ordered eighty wheelchairs for them. Rong Dashan had told them that many of the workstations required sitting down, without having to move around, so they were all preparing a sturdy, comfortable chair for themselves.

They washed themselves and changed into new clothes. They were reluctant to throw away their old clothes, so they folded them up and used scraps of cloth to make pads to put under their buttocks to prevent pain from sitting for a long time.

Rong Tang walked into the largest room. Originally five main rooms, now with partitions removed, it had become a large, open-plan room, serving as a sugar-making workshop. All the equipment and tools were already in place, and veterans were practicing their hands with the air, getting used to the work ahead of time. Everyone's face was filled with hope.

At this time, Rong Tang discovered something different. The equipment and various tools on site were not arranged in a disorganized manner, but were arranged in several complete production lines.

For example, at the front is a platform made up of several tables, on which are placed several choppers for cutting sorghum stalks.

The juice pressing equipment is staggered on the left and right. There is no basin or bucket underneath. Instead, there is a long, thick bamboo tube broken in half to catch all the flowing juice and flow it into a large wooden barrel. A few steps next to it is a large pot.

Rong Dashan, who was following him, explained, "Chuncao once said that the sooner the juice is poured into the pot, the fresher it will be, and the better the color of the sugar will be. So, if we use a dozen juicers together, they'll quickly fill a bucket and pour it into the pot right away. Wouldn't that speed things up a lot?"

“Who came up with this?”

Rong Dashan scratched his head embarrassedly, "San Ya came up with it when we got home yesterday."

Rong Tang wanted to say, your San Ya is really a treasure, this is exactly what he thought in his heart. He planned to give such instructions today. Although there is less sorghum in Rongjia Village, there is more sorghum in Fuxinzhuang, so time and efficiency must be coordinated.

"Sanya is very smart, so there will be a reward. You might as well announce a rule: anyone who makes good suggestions to the workshop that can effectively improve work efficiency or enhance product quality will be rewarded. However..."

He pointed to a few large pots and said, "This must be placed outside and ventilated on all sides. Otherwise, the workers won't be able to bear the heat."

You have to boil sugar over high heat, and if you keep the fire burning in the house, you will be out of breath after a while.

Rong Dashan knew the problem as soon as he thought about it, and said that he had not thought it through carefully. It was the hottest season of the year, so shouldn't we prevent heatstroke?

After moving the pot out, Rong Tang was still not satisfied. Dozens of people were working together, and there was no ventilation, so it was still unbearable heat. They didn't feel it yet before they started, but once they started working, they would be sweating and wouldn't have enough clothes to change into.

What a pity, there is no air conditioning, no fan...

Fan? Fan!

Rong Tang's mind was spinning again. How would the fan work without electricity?

Manpower?

Animal power?

Hand crank?

Step on it?

He heard a cry and walked over to where a disabled soldier, missing both arms, was begging Rong Xianken for a workstation. Rong Xian was also in a dilemma. Many legless people could still do some work as long as they still had one hand, such as sitting and pressing a handle with their only hand. But what could he do with only legs and no hands?

Rong Tang went to see him. He was not too old, probably less than 30 years old. He was sent here from the Rong family army in recent years. This was also the reason why many people looked down on Wang Biao. He obviously didn't care about the remaining soldiers in Fu Xinzhuang, but he still had the audacity to push the useless remaining soldiers to Fu Xinzhuang.

The handless soldier knelt at Rong Tang's feet and said bitterly, "Prince Rong, please find me a job. Even if you don't pay me, just give me food. I know you won't chase me away, but I don't want to be a useless person who can't do anything."

Rong Tang looked at his legs, which were healthy and strong.

"Don't cry, I'll give you a job and the salary won't be low."