Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

"what?"

Not understanding what he said, the boss looked at him strangely. At this time, Qin Ming had already left with Chu Ying.

Although it is a city in a remote area, it is bustling with people and looks quite prosperous.

Several guards around him, with their iron tower-like bodies, pushed through the flow of people in the market.

Qin Ming headed straight for the clever place shrouded in gray haze in the west of the city.

Instead, they turned and headed towards some industrial areas on their side.

One advantage the Shenmu Kingdom has is that they learned from Daqian and built many industrial zones in the city.

It's like a textile factory.

This also brings a lot of production to the local area. Sometimes they can produce a lot of cloth every day, and these cloths will be sent to various places for sale.

The effect is very good and the price is low.

The name of the Qingong Workshop in the western suburbs has a weird sound.

This was originally their machinery workshop, but later on due to the introduction of Daqian technology.

This led to the officials here turning this place into a place for researching Daqian technology.

Although the names have been changed, many of the mechanisms here have been preserved and look dazzling.

When Qin Ming just came in.

I found that they didn't set up any checkpoints here, and anyone could enter. It seemed that the management was not very standardized.

After some special transformation, there are now many small factories here.

The towering brick chimneys were densely packed like a forest, spewing out thick smoke that dyed the air a dirty maroon color.

This mode of production is extremely unrestrained and does not care about the lives of local people at all.

The air was filled with greasy cotton dust and the sulfurous stench of low-quality coal.

There was also a faint smell of burnt metal caused by excessive friction that could not be concealed.

The new policy that Fang Yuanjian was most proud of was to imitate Daqian and force the Hundred Craftsmen's Workshop into the belly of the city.

Qin Ming was a little surprised that it turned out like this in the end.

“Why is it so extreme?”

"There's nothing we can do. They wanted to emulate Daqian, but they only learned the surface, and ended up with something a bit weird. The most important point is that the treatment they give their subordinates is abysmally low."

Chu Ying sighed and continued.

"These people are paid less than some farmers who own land."

"But even so, there are still people doing this. There are still quite a lot of them in Shenmu Kingdom, especially some female textile workers."

Qin Ming frowned, feeling somewhat unhappy. Although this was not his territory, he felt somewhat regretful when he saw that the people here had taken the wrong path.

Daqian's workshops are designed to be located close to mountains and rivers, and arranged in a staggered manner.

The giant blast furnace and ironworks crouch in the deep valley, while the clear sound of silk weaving settles in the quiet and beautiful water town.

Even the poisonous dust from the smelting was filtered by the layers of water curtains in the chimneys and turned into faint blue smoke.

It's nothing like here, where silk and hemp are being woven in textile factories and hammers and anvils are roaring in blacksmith shops.

The dirty sewage from leather tanning and the poisonous smoke from firing pottery.

All stuffed into a large urn with an interlaced tile roof!

Cotton wool was stained with the smell of iron, and smoked meat was hung on cloth covered with soot and smoke outside the restaurant to dry.

The reddish-brown waste residue settled in the sewage ditch emits the sour smell of rust.

He must not be allowed to continue running this chaotic and smelly workshop.

"I heard that you also gave him a lot of loans to let him do these things."

"Fang Yuanjian came to me on his own initiative. I can't refuse, Your Majesty."

When it came to this, Chu Ying suddenly became a little worried. He was afraid that Qin Ming was blaming him.

At this time, Qin Ming waved his hand, telling him not to explain, and finally said slowly:

"If he continues to make such arrangements in the future, there's no need to approve any more money for him."

Fang Yuanjian took too big a step, and Qin Ming was worried that he would go astray.

The deafening sound of looms came from a brick house covered with dust.

The door opened and Qin Ming stepped in.

The sticky and turbid air rushed towards me, accompanied by suffocating sound waves.

Hundreds of textile machines are turning non-stop.

The huge flywheel stirred up a whirlwind of humidity and heat.

Countless coarse yarns were flying wildly on the tensioned frame, and the fine and sharp friction sound gnawed at the nerves.

Rows of female workers were packed tightly together in a very small space.

The arms connected the broken threads at a dizzying speed.

Their fingertips were wrapped in low-quality linen, and the cotton thread had long been cut into their flesh, oozing dark red blood.

Cotton wool fell like snowflakes, covering the hair, eyelashes, wrinkles on the neck, and even entering the nasal cavity.

From time to time, bursts of coughing could be heard in the distance.

This is not spinning, it's like being in a furnace.

Qin Ming originally opened a new-style cotton mill in Daqian, a merchant city outside Lingnan.

The spacious skylight filters in bright sunlight, and the azure brick walls are spotless.

At worst, you can find an open space outside to set up a shed.

Even in such a space, there is still a group of construction workers patrolling back and forth with sticks.

If they saw someone slacking off, they would hit them on the back with a stick.

"Hurry up! The boss is expecting 500 pieces of cloth to be shipped today!"

The overseer's drab roar cut through the hum of the looms.

A girl with a face as pale as paper shook her wrist, and the cotton thread instantly tangled into a knot.

This immediately affected efficiency.

The flustered girl hurriedly tried to untie it.

But the busier he got, the more chaotic it became. With a loud click, he actually pulled the tangled ball of thread off the imitation machine.

The supervisor rushed over with a grim face. Instead of caring whether the other party had encountered any problems, he hit the woman directly on the back with a stick.

"I've noticed you're clumsy since the day you arrived. I didn't expect you to make another mistake today. The boss will definitely kick you out when he comes!"

"No, please don't chase me away. I will definitely study hard."

"Don't cry in front of me. I'm not a living Buddha. If I keep you here and fail to become the boss's teaching material, I'll be the one they'll kick out. Get out of here!"

The supervisor didn't give the girl a chance to say anything. He roughly picked her up and dragged her outside.

The girl continued to cry and shout, hoping to stay.

But his voice was getting farther and farther away.

Many female workers around showed expressions of fear after seeing this scene.

But in this situation, no one dared to stand up and plead.

They all lowered their heads and tried to speed up their movements as much as possible.

"Hey sir, do you need any supplements? Our prices are very low!"

When Qin Ming was standing here observing, a middle-aged fat man suddenly came up and spoke to Qin Ming.

He saw Qin Ming was dressed smartly.

I guess Qin Ming should come here to place an order.