Even the training camp that I wanted to peek at did not dare to observe. Zuo Zongtang and the other two escaped from the town and ran until they were all farmland. Only then did the three of them dare to stop and rest. Zuo Zongtang was fat and pampered. It took a long time since he had such a fierce exercise. His legs were weak, and he was panting. He hugged the tree and did not collapse to the ground. ^^ Go and read the latest novel

"A bunch of beasts in the green camp!" Li Yuan lay on his back on the ground and said panting.

Zhang Longtan sat on the ground with the pile of books and newspapers in his arms. After a long time of companionship, he said, "Fortunately, if they see the identity of an adult, we will definitely be in a different place! They can do anything for money!"

"This is a fucking gang of traitors!" Li Yuan was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "No wonder the spies sent by Lord Luo Bingzhang to visit Guangzhou still cried and shouted and asked to come again. I wondered, why are there so many people who recommend themselves for such a dangerous task? I thought they were inspired by the adults and were loyal to the emperor and patriotism! After a long time, it was a big deal! Changmao didn't care at all! They all learned to make money from the national crisis! I killed them all when they went back!"

"It's okay. At least I know why the information obtained in Changsha is strange." Zuo Zongtang was finally able to speak. He slowly slid down the trunk, turned slowly, and sat down against the tree body: "The spies came in and were soon abducted by these beasts. They bought fake information and smuggled to make money! Then these shameless spies sold out their money and didn't have to worry about the long hair at all, and we couldn't figure out the truth of them."

"I'm so shameless that I even sold my own court for some money! Even Changmao colluded with me!" Zhang Longtan was so angry.

"Growing hair in Guangzhou is a hundred times more dangerous than growing hair in Nanjing. Zhao Ziwei not only rebels, but also poisons everyone. If he is not strong in his will and does not have ethics in his heart, anyone will become a profit-oriented beast in Guangzhou, and thus be in love with him. This is the most terrible thing." Zuo Zongtang murmured: "Not only does he want to destroy the Qing Dynasty, he wants to destroy the world, turning everyone into shameless beasts."

"That's right, there are beasts everywhere here!" Li Yuan nodded repeatedly and punched the ground: "I have lived for 30 years and have never seen such a crazy place. I have never even thought about it."

Then, as if he remembered something, Li Yuan went over and helped Zuo Zongtang up and said, "Sir, you are in good health. Do you want a servant to find a car to take you back to the inn to rest?"

Zuo Zongtang waved his hand and expressed his refusal. He said, "You go find a car, let's go to the city. See where Changmao imitates foreign guns. This is the biggest problem."

Because Zuo Zongtang was here, the three spies used the rare efficiency of the Qing Dynasty and entered the city again. They just bought a sesame cake from the side of the road and ate it cold water. Then they asked the way and walked towards the gun factory.

The weather was hot. The three of them were not familiar with each other. They walked with big bags under the sun. They were repeatedly injured and were in a state of discomfort. They were all exhausted. Fortunately, Huangen New Factory and Brother Factory were close together. Otherwise, the two bodyguards would have wanted to go back to sleep.

"It's at the intersection in front. Turn left and it's the factory. There are many. You can ask yourself." A passerby pointed out the way to Zuo Zongtang.

Zuo Zongtang and the other two were thanking each other in the center of the road. Suddenly, a roar came from behind: "Doway! Brush your body and black! Brush your body and black! Brush your body and black!"

A long donkey carriage ran over. Passers-by dodged one after another. Zuo Zongtang looked at it. Hearing the sound, he saw that the cars coming were all large wooden wheels on the Qing Dynasty. The drivers sat on the side of the carriage and drove donkeys with their legs kicked in the air. The carriage was covered with black coal. Wherever they passed, a layer of black gray floated on the road. Passers-by gave way.

Seeing the long coal transport fleet passing by him, Zuo Zongtang asked a middle-aged man next to him, "Brother, what is this for? The porcelain fireplace?"

"What kind of porcelain is burned? This is to feed Western machines to eat. Do you hear the rumbling sound? Look there." said a passerby.

Zuo Zongtang turned his head and saw that it was indeed not far away that black smoke rose into the sky. Because it was a windless summer afternoon, the black smoke did not dissipate immediately, and it was like smoke from cooking in the countryside.

"Is that a chimney? Western machines eat coal?" Zuo Zongtang asked.

"You just came to Haijing? Those things eat coal! You rumble every day. On the road, there are black coal every day, and black ash falls in the sky. Now it's even more messy over there like the cattle and horse market. There are piles of people. I'm so annoyed that I live here. They are all damn foreigners and long hair!" Passersby looked angry.

Damn foreigners and long hair?!

"Comrade!" Zuo Zongtang and the other two were all excited when they heard this.

"What do you think? What's wrong with foreigners and Changmao?" Zuo Zongtang bent down and smiled to ask the middle-aged man.

Unexpectedly, the guy turned his face disgustingly and ignored Zuo Zongtang and the other two.

"Disgusting Guangdong guy." The guy who could only leave in disappointment, Li Yuan cursed in a low voice, thinking that I would directly slap your pussy in Changsha!

Following the results of asking for directions just now, Zuo Zongtang walked to the intersection and turned left, and was immediately surprised: This street is crowded with people.

It’s not like the temple fairs and markets, but the roadside is full of people standing or sitting, some squatting under the corner of the wall, and some people gather in groups to discuss something lively. It seems that when the students flock to the list when the rankings were released in Changsha, most of the people here are dressed in rags, and at first glance they can either be coolies or farmers. Strangely, there are many women dressed in rural women.

"What is this?" Zuo Zongtang and the other two gasped. Before they could go up and ask someone, a young man with braids and silk robe had already rushed over next to him. He looked at the three of them and asked, "Are you looking for a job?"

"Looking for a job?" Zuo Zongtang asked.

"Hunan people? Hunan is good, are you working? I will introduce to you factories, cotton spinning factories, gun factories, cement factories, and glass factories. People are all people. Foreigners are preferred. Young and strong people take more." The young man said with a smile.

"We are businessmen and come here to do business." Zhang Longtan said behind.

"Businessman. Businessman goes to the street opposite." The young man looked a little disappointed, but then asked anxiously: "Do you have fellow villagers? The fellow villagers brought them here, 6 taels a month, which is more than you earned more than you farming, so they lack hard work and hard work. Friends from Guangxi and Hunan are especially welcome. Do you have any? You introduce me to fellow villagers and I can give you an introduction fee. Women's land is also needed. If you have experience in working in textile factory machines, you must introduce them to me! Now there is extremely shortage! Don't want silk land. The old women on this street are all silk, too many, and they don't need it!"

"Brother, what are so many people doing here?" Li Yuan asked in confusion.

"Looking for a job. On the 15th of every month, each factory will recruit people." The young man explained.

"The factory is a workshop, right?" Zuo Zongtang asked.

"It's almost the same, it's bigger than the workshop and more workers. The work you do is not tiring, it's a little more tiring than farming, but you get more. It's a good thing to do when you go home to buy land for a while." The young man said tirelessly: "Where are you from Hunan? Can you bring workers here for me to come to your house? We can cooperate to share the money. Now the factories like to use outsiders, preferably farmers. The poorer the place, the better, the Jiangxi people can't. Now the family is full."

"Why do you like to use foreigners?" Zuo Zongtang asked in confusion.

The young man looked disdainful of this question: "You foreign farmers are honest, willing to work hard, and easy to manage. The locals in Guangzhou are too slippery and don't work hard."

"Damn, you actually want to poison the treasure of stability in the Celestial Kingdom - the farmers?!" Zuo Zongtang and the other two were furious.

Seeing that the three of them looked bad, the young man quickly explained: "I know God protects merchants and farmers. I earn a lot here. Your Hunan mother has such heavy taxes. She has to raise the Hunan Army to raise the green camp. Lijin forced the merchants to death, and donated miscellaneous taxes to force the farmers to death. Tell me, you can bring the fellow villagers, and they will be landlords when they work for a while. You are saving them from the hands of the Qing Yao. They will be grateful to you."

"You mean. There are so many job hunters on this street, all the farmers from all over the country?" Zuo Zongtang asked, pointing to the people all over the street.

"It's almost the same. There are also dilapidated workers." The young man curled his lips.

At this time, a few people dressed similar to this young man surrounded him and asked, "What are you doing? Do you have a job or have a job?"

"We are not looking for jobs in business, and there is no one in our hands." Zuo Zongtang waved his hand and walked forward, avoiding the entanglement of these brokers.

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman ran into a shop opposite the street corner, with a kind face. He smiled and blocked Zuo Zongtang and the other two, and asked: "What business do you do? Are you doing cloth business? My store is here, direct sales from the manufacturer, take a look?"

"Look at the cloth." Zuo Zongtang thought for a while and followed him into the store. It was still a large cloth shop, with all kinds of fabrics looking dazzling.

"There are factory walls opposite. The street is very long, but there are not many doors. If you want to purchase goods, come here. There are shops here." The store said, pointing to his goods and said, "Where do you come from? What do you want? Just look at it."

"We are actually from Changsha calligraphy and painting shops, so we come to watches, but if the cloth is suitable, we can get some." Cloth is a very important commodity in the Qing Dynasty economy, so Zuo Zongtang was interested in exploring it.

"Good Changsha," the shopkeeper heard that Zuo Zongtang and the others were from Changsha, so he immediately turned around and took a Mingla and handed it to Zuo Zongtang, and smiled even brighter: "If you know cloth merchants in Changsha or Hunan, please contact us, and the shop will collect local cloth."

"Well? Long hair is short of cloth or clothes?" Zuo Zongtang immediately had this idea in his heart. He looked excited and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, you Haijing is short of cloth here?"

"No shortage." The store owner's words made Zuo Zongtang froze on his face. The store owner pointed to the listed fabric and said, "Now both the local cloth and foreign cloth are selling well, but the local cloth is selling even bigger. The foreign cloth was not selling well before the emperor came. Recently, it has been getting better and better, but it is not as good as the local cloth sales." What's the best for foreign cloth? It must be comfortable to wear." Li Yuan said disdainfully.

"That's sure, the homemade cloth is strong and sweat-absorbing. It can be worn for a few years, much better than foreign cloth. British cloth merchants have been buying homemade cloth to sell it to Great Britain." The store said with a smile: "But the foreign cloth looks good and wears well. People in the city like it. Now we are also opening foreign cloth factories ourselves, and the prices fall very quickly. When the price drops, the sales will naturally be higher. Moreover, the people in the court like foreign dresses, which are effective upwards. Many young people are proud of wearing foreign dresses. Should the boss bring a batch back?"

"Well, how much does this kind of foreign cloth cost?" Zuo Zongtang asked pretending to point at a piece of cloth.

At this moment, a scream came from behind. It was Zhang Longtan's business. Zuo Zongtang and Li Yuan turned their heads and looked at each other, and immediately exclaimed.

It turned out that Zhang Longtan, who was walking around the store, opened a sample of a large Western curtain in the store and found a clothes rack standing behind it. It was covered with the ground but it was the military uniform of the foreign gun team, and there was a hat with a high brim on the hanger.

"The Crusader's autumn and winter uniforms are just dresses." The shop owner didn't care. He smiled and said, "It's very grand. The emperor designed it himself, and it was like a foreigner. Qing Yao was frightened when he saw it. The uniforms in the army were dressed in Western clothes, which were the processing grounds of our boss Zhou Kaiyuan. My rows were all Emperor Star floor cloths. Look how beautiful it is, and the price is very cheap, because it is the production site of our female workers. Although the machine is expensive, the wages of our female workers are only one-60% of that of female workers in the British Empire. How can it not be cheap?!"

"Your legs are trembling!" Zuo Zongtang gritted his teeth and looked at the military uniform that looked so sarcastic even though he hung it on the hanger. He was indeed breathing short, but when he heard the back half of the store, Zuo Zongtang gritted his teeth even more - this was to turn the hardworking and ignorant farmers and the pillars of the Qing Dynasty enslaved, turning them into cunning workshop workers and being poisoned by Zhao Ziwei!

"How much is your military uniform? I bought it and played with it." Zuo Zongtang asked the store with a smile.

The store owner was dumbfounded: "Military uniforms? I am a cloth store here, not a clothing store. That is the sample of the external store like Di Xing, who treats it as a customer recruitment, and does not sell it. Besides, why are you Hunanese people buying military uniforms? Are you not afraid of being Lingchi by your demon-clearing official?"

"That's right." Zuo Zongtang was very regretful, coughed and concealed his embarrassment, and then said, "But do you think foreign cloth can be sold in Hunan? Isn't it said that you are just urban people in Guangdong, and there are so many local cloths in Hunan."

"Foreign cloth is not easy to sell in foreign countries. But I tell you, boss, you should bring cotton yarn back. If you buy more, we will transport it to Shaozhou. Just go there to pick up the goods. Now foreign merchants are smuggling this, and it is very easy to sell!" The store changed to a thief-like expression.

"Cotton yarn? Smuggling this? Is that easy to sell?" Zuo Zongtang was shocked.

The store glared: "People guarantee. It is absolutely easy to sell! Because our Dixing is woven yarn, which is of good quality and the most important thing is much cheaper than the self-spinning of farmers when you collect farmers! The handicraft workshops are all yarns for woven fabrics. If you enter the mainland, you will snatch 100% of the yarn you like when you enter the mainland and snatch it. Now you are smuggling this. Moreover, cotton yarn is a strategic material designated by His Majesty, just like opium. As long as you smuggle more than a certain amount of it to the Qing Dynasty, whether it is in the mainland or at sea, all the officials will protect you."

"Same as opium?" Before Zuo Zongtang could speak, Li Yuan exclaimed: "Can this thing be better than opium?"

The shop owner snorted coldly: "Whether you believe it or not, besides supplying weaving factories, it is not allowed to sell woven yarn domestically in the rural areas of the Song Dynasty. It can only be smuggled or weaved into foreign cloth. The imperial edict from the court."

"Tsk, what the hell does this mean? Your court is interesting." Li Yuan said disdainfully.

"What does this Zhao Ziwei mean? Are you crazy?" Zuo Zongtang didn't understand at first why this woven yarn was comparable to opium, and he didn't let himself sell it into the countryside, like poison. So what kind of Western factory do you open? But he was stunned immediately and sweated all over his body--he vaguely understood what was going on.

Because the Chinese agricultural civilization has been saying that men farm and women weave since ancient times. In addition to grain, spinning and weaving themselves is an extremely important part of the income of farmers. If this woven yarn is really cheap and good, as the long-haired shop said, it is obvious that all weaving workshops will directly enter the woven yarn, then who will the yarn woven to be sold to?

If farmers spin and weave their own yarn, then their cost will definitely be higher than that of the handicraft workshops that woven yarn, and the local cloth can still be sold?

Even if they buy yarn and weaving fabrics made by machines themselves, the cost will definitely be higher than that of a handicraft workshop. Who buys their land cloth?

Weaving can’t be sold for money, who still weaves?

Most of the Chinese native cloth is woven from home-style workshops. If there is no farmers weaving, the native cloth will be finished.

If intermediate products such as woven yarn are popularized, the homemade cloth will be destroyed immediately!

In this way, a large piece of farmers' income was dig out. Immediately, only arable land was left. Under the Qing Dynasty's heavy taxes, the farmers would not be able to survive, and there were wars everywhere. If this female weaving income was killed by the Haisong machine, the Qing Dynasty would either be hungry or uprising everywhere!

"I have to let you sell it to yourself! It's so vicious!" Zuo Zongtang felt his body weak and he felt shaking. Hai Song was more vicious than Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. He knew, but he didn't expect it to be so vicious.

"How much yarn can you produce? How much is it?" Zuo Zongtang asked the store owner with a headache.

At this moment, a guy dressed in the ground man rushed in outside the store, carrying a lively fish in his hand. As soon as he came in, he shouted at the store: "Boss, look! Song De is stealing our Dixing Land Man!"

"What?!" The shopkeeper did not say anything, staring at the door with his terrified eyes. Zuo Zongtang and the other two followed him to the door in confusion. He saw a Western four-wheeled high-top carriage parked under the wall 20 meters away from each other. A big man stood on the roof of the carriage, holding the wall and stretched out a ladder head. A woman climbed out of the ladder and was immediately carried by the big man to the roof, and then got off the car.

"You go to the factory to call someone!" The shop yelled at his friend, turned around and ran back to the counter, and took out a rifle from it. After thinking about it, he threw it into the counter, took out a big watermelon knife, and then the kind-hearted shop took off his shirt, revealing his tattoos all over his body, and shouted: "Fuck Song De. He actually used a secret move. I chopped them today."

As he said that, he pushed Zuo Zongtang and the other two out of the store, locked the store door and apologized: "I'm sorry. If you have urgent matters, don't do business now."

Then he pulled out the watermelon knife sandwiched in his arm and yelled at the carriage. In addition to the first woman climbed out on the wall, another one came out. The four men on the roof and around the carriage also saw the shopkeeper running over with shirtless swords, and they suddenly became in a hurry. The scene suddenly became chaotic.

"What's going on?" Zuo Zongtang and the others stared at the woman who was escaping from the wall, stealing people's carriage, barking from the wall, waving watermelon knife, and iron sticks drawn out of the carriage.

At this moment, the third woman who was exposed on the wall screamed. Suddenly, she disappeared, and even the ladder disappeared. A small door opening opened on the east side of the wall, and a large number of people rushed out. Everyone had tattoos and tattoos, and they had iron sticks and big knives in their hands. A guy was holding a big dog and surrounding the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, a group of burly men broke out from the corner of the carriage, everyone was running towards the carriage with sticks and cursing.

It turned out that two teams of hostile men collided suddenly at the carriage, but they did not flow into blood, but began to... yell at each other.

"Let's go and take a look." Zuo Zongtang had seen the world and was calm in the face of danger. He led two bodyguards to the place where the incident happened not far away. Not only them, but people on the street ran towards this side, all of whom were watching.

"Do you fucking Song De want shame? You steal the female worker in our factory!" Although the shopkeeper with tattoos was kind-hearted when doing business, he felt very intimidating when he jumped with a knife.

The leader on the opposite side was the square-faced man who had just stood on the roof of the carriage to catch the person. He had no shame and stood in front of his brother behind him, full of confidence and cursed: "You Dixing is shameless, the female worker is your home? Are you her father? We give a lot of money and they are willing to come. Why do you keep them at silence?"

"Damn it, you Song...! Wow! Wow! Bite me! Go to die! They are all three or five years of contracts. Now they are skilled in technology. You can leave if you want? Is there any reason? Do you have a business spirit?" A fat man squeezed in front and accidentally stepped on the dog's foot. He was bitten by the factory guard dog, but he was still sweating heavily and endured the huge pain and insisted on cursing. At this moment, the onlookers were already crowded. Zuo Zongtang tilted his head and saw that the little broker who had just met him was just acquaintance with him, and asked, "So coincidentally, little brother, what's going on?"

"Di Xing is the place of Zhou Kaiyuan and the earliest textile factory. Songde Textile Factory has just started recently and lacks skilled female workers who know how to operate machines. There are too few such talents, there is no such thing in the market, and it will not be released even if there is. You must steal people from the old factory. Wouldn't you be caught by Di Xing?" said the young broker with a sneer.

At this time, a group of big men who came out of the wall door had already snatched two female workers, grabbed their hair and slapped them several times. They dragged them back to the factory, and Zuo Zongtang and the other two were indignant: Changmao's rule is indeed a place of dire straits, and Western factories actually treat women like this.

Song De's square-faced man saw that he could not get anyone today. He was angry and pointed at the person of Di Xing and cursed: "You fucking Zhou Kaiyuan, our Master Zhang Yude was the boss of Guangzhou cloth merchants before, and your boss was a Foshan bastard. Who fucked his whole family to Guangzhou back then? Now you are colluding with foreigners, are you so angry? Your mother is ungrateful and does not talk about morality in the world!"

"You Zhang Yude dies, who told him to go to Hong Kong in 1953? Now he wants to open a Western factory when he comes back? Collude with foreigners? Aren't you Song De also a French loan from the imperial court? Do you have the attitude to say! Is Guangzhou your family's? Is the silver waiting for you to make money? How much is the morality of the martial arts world worth? Our boss didn't vilify you Zhang Yude! He is lame in his eyes and is still whining, and he is born to be poor!"

"Do you want to fight?" The big man with square face was furious.

"It's not the first time you fight! Who is afraid of whom?!" The fat man was not willing to be outdone.

"Fight!" The little broker beside Zuo Zongtang raised his arms and shouted, and the people immediately watched the people shouted justice: "Fight! Fight!"
To be continued...