Li Yuanchang was stunned and thought to himself that I didn't know how many coal stoves I had built in the Supervisor.

For such a long time, except for driving Du He away, he has never been to the General Manager, let alone understand the progress of the construction.

But seeing Li Shimin's serious expression, Li Yuanchang finally didn't dare to say that he didn't know. After a moment of silence, he suddenly thought of the work efficiency of the 1,000 coal stoves a day before, and his eyes lit up: "Brother, I have created about 6,000."

Although Li Yuanchang was a little stupid, he knew at least that after he had mastered the general's supervision, he knew very well that he could not take out all the coal stoves and sell them, as that would cause big problems.

But it doesn't matter if one hundred per day. One-tenth of the output will pass by casually vaguely. Anyway, the promise was 3,000. As long as the quantity was sufficient at delivery, could Li Shimin really do the inspection?

Li Shimin nodded slightly. Although Li Yuanchang's affairs were not very authentic, the six thousand coal stoves were enough to offset his charge of selling military supplies in private.

Looking at Cheng Chumo who was still angry, he said in a harmonious voice: "Cheng family boy, you have heard that the General Manager has built 6,000 coal stoves."

Cheng Chumo glanced at Li Yuanchang not far away and said in a muffled voice: "I heard it, but Your Majesty, if you don't send the coal stove to Mobei, what's the use of creating 60,000 pieces of them? It's not a pile of scrap iron."

"Haha..." Li Shimin didn't have the same knowledge as Cheng Chumo, and said with a smile: "Since you are so anxious about your father..., let's do this, I will allow you to be the supervisor now, bring up three thousand coal stoves and send them to Mobei?"

"Really?" Cheng Chumo's eyes instantly glared at the boss, and his fur face turned red with excitement: "Your Majesty, are you saying that I personally escort the supplies to Mobei?"

"What? You don't want to?"

"I'm willing! Thank you, my Majesty, thank you, thank you!"

As a son of the general, Cheng Chumo was almost crazy. With Li Shimin's order, he could be willing to lead the army with confidence. Even if it was just a baggage unit or only two hundred guards, it was not a soldier.

As for Li Yuanchang, I'm sorry, Cheng Chumo had long forgotten this guy.

Just sell coal stoves, but I haven't sold them from my house anyway.

After leaving the palace, Cheng Chumo ran outside with Li Shimin's warrant, waved his hand and drove his two younger brothers home. He stopped picking horses in the west market. He went straight to the warehouse to find Gao Luxing and took him to pick up the goods for the supervisor.

...

Will be the supervisor and the iron smelting workshop.

The jingling sounds were endless, and under the red fire, countless men were sweating naked and sweating like rain.

Deep in the warehouse opposite the iron smelting workshop, iron materials are piled up like mountains.

In one corner outside, more than twenty coal stoves were piled up scattered, and the supporting chimneys were tied together and randomly placed aside.

Cheng Chumo, Gao Lu stood at the door of the warehouse in amazement, looked over and over again, and finally had to pull over the civil servant who came to be in charge of the handover, and asked with a distorted expression: "Is this the so-called six thousand coal stoves? In six days, I have built these things in the prison?!"

The civil servant was almost crying and struggled hard: "Sir, two sirs, where are there 6,000 coal stoves in the prison? Even if you kill the villain, the villain can't take out 6,000 coal stoves."

"No?" Cheng Chumo gritted his teeth: "Li Yuanchang said in person just now that he would be in charge of the prison, and there are 6,000 coal stoves!"

If it weren't for fear of being beaten, the civil servant would like to say, who would say that there were 6,000 people with whom you were going to go? However, he didn't have the courage. Whether it was Cheng Chumo or Gao Luxing, he could not be provoked by a levelless civil servant. By the way, Li Yuanchang could not afford to provoke him either.

The dilemma of the civil servant was like a mouse in a bellows, crying and gritting his teeth and saying, "Mr. Cheng, the villain doesn't know what His Highness, the prince, said, but the villain can use the head to guarantee it. There are absolutely no six thousand coal stoves for the prison. All the things you see are left to the prison."

Cheng Chumo's expression was distorted, and he gasped and pulled the collar of a civil servant, and raised his fist as a big sandbag: "Don't you bet your mother, fool me, right? Who in Chang'an City knows that the prison could build more than a thousand coal stoves in a day, but not six thousand... Is it because you thieves took out the stove and sold it privately?

You pickled goods, there is not a good thing from top to bottom. Li Yuanchang sells military supplies privately, and you also sell them together, right?!"

"No, I don't dare! The villain dares not." The civil servant burst into cold sweat, and hesitated and begged for mercy: "Young Master, please spare me, please spare me!"

"Chumo, let's do it slowly." Gao Luxing came from the Warehouse Department, but he had some understanding of the various yamen. He stopped Cheng Chumo, who was about to take action, and said to the clerk: "What's going on? Explain it clearly. Don't think about covering up for others. This matter is related to the safety of the army in the north of the Mo River. If you don't want the head to land, just tell me everything you know."

The civil servant knew that it would not be possible to say it, and said dejectedly: "Master Gao doesn't know anything. Young Master Cheng said that he could build thousands of coal furnaces in one day when he was a supervisor. It was only the first day because Du Shaojian changed the process of building coal furnaces in the iron smelting workshop, so the progress was so fast.

Later, after Du Shaojian left, His Highness King of Han became a junior supervisor. Somehow he ordered the iron smelting workshop to change the process back. Since then, the supervisor can build up to more than 100 coal stoves every day, not to mention His Highness King of Han... and......."

The clerk did not dare to say the following words, but even if he didn't say them, Gao Luxing knew what Li Yuanchang did. He took a deep breath and said, "Since that's the case, why don't you report the matter?"

The clerk cried out: "Master Gao, it's not that the villain doesn't want to report, but... it's that the villain really can't find anyone to report. He will be the supervisor, and there is not even a person in charge."

Only then did Gao Luxing remember that he would be the chief supervisor from top to bottom, and only one chief supervisor and one junior supervisor were left.

Now, Yan Lide, the chief supervisor, went home to recover from anger, and Li Yuanchang, the young supervisor, was "disappeared" again. He really didn't know who to look for if he wanted to report it.

what to do?

Gao Luxing looked at Cheng Chu, who was standing beside him, and thought about how to end it.

It is not a big problem to continue to complain to the emperor, and Li Yuanchang must be responsible for this matter.

But he had no grudges with Li Yuanchang, so there was no need to make unhappy because of this little thing. Besides, His Majesty the Emperor might not want to make a big deal. Otherwise, when Cheng Chumo went to file a lawsuit before, Li Yuanchang should have been punished, rather than arranging Cheng Chumo to go to Mobei to escort supplies and make a big deal smaller.

Thinking of this, Gao Luxing said to Cheng Chumo: "Chumo, I have a simple idea. Do you think it will work? If this matter doesn't work, just forget it. Don't think about going to Your Majesty to complain. I'll go back to the warehouse to load the more than 700 coal stoves sent to the surveillance last time. You can escort these things to the road first."

Cheng Chumo glared: "How can that be? Your Majesty granted me 6,000 coal stoves. Why should I take 700 on the road?"

"Don't be anxious first, listen to me finish my words." Gao Luxing shook his head and stopped Cheng Chumo, and said seriously: "You have also seen the current situation. There are indeed no 6,000 coal stoves in the prison. Even if they are asked to build according to the process set by Du Er for them, it will take three days to work day and night.

Don’t forget that Uncle Cheng is still suffering in Mobei. It’s nothing if you wait here for three days, but Uncle Cheng is going to endure it in the snow and ice. Do you really have to endure it?!"

Cheng Chumo blinked. He had never thought about this. When Gao Luxing reminded him, he suddenly realized and patted his head: "It's not bad, you're right, Lao Gao, at least I'll send some stoves to my father first. The worst thing is that I can't wait for me to come back and take another trip."

"That's not needed. If you are really anxious, take 700 coal stoves first. I urge the supervisor to complete it as soon as possible, and then send someone to send you another 2,300. I believe that it will not take a day or a night to build it in Du Er's way."

Under Gao Luxing's comfort and persuasion, Cheng Chumo reluctantly accepted his suggestion and went home to make preparations.

Anyway, he was not going to fight, and he was going to deliver things to Lao Cheng. Mrs. Cheng Cui was very supportive and prepared clothes and armor for Xiao Cheng as quickly as possible. He sent him out without even passing by overnight.

From this perspective, it was indeed my real mother.

...

On the other hand, Li Shimin also knew what happened in prison. After learning about all the causes and consequences, Lao Li angrily slapped the table directly.

Not so irrelevant!

Li Shimin didn't mind his subordinates being selfish, nor did he mind the royal family greedy for money. After all, the whole world belongs to the Li family, so it would be reasonable to get some money from his own family.

But the question is, what's the point of having to smash a piggy bank if you get the money.

Li Yuanchang has no talent and no virtue, and Li Shimin can accept it. Anyway, he is not his son, so there is no need to worry about that kind of leisure.

However, someone has clearly straightened out the way, and the better assembly line operation production method has been promoted by the General Manager. Why do you need to change it back?

And it’s okay to change back to the previous production method, why don’t you care about it after changing back?!

This is no longer a matter of character, it is stupid.

For the sake of one's own selfishness, such royal members have no need to be cultivated, and it is meaningless to be raised except for being treated as pigs.

Li Shimin did not hide the matter as Gao Luxing thought, nor did he continue to make big things smaller because of face.

After understanding the cause and effect of the matter, he immediately summoned Li Yuanchang into the palace. In the light of the candlelight, Li Shimin's face was shining with a stern tone: "Qilang, can you tell me how many coal stoves have you built during the period of time of being a supervisor?"

"This..." Li Yuanchang, who was dragged out of the gentle village, still had a smell of powder. When he heard the problem, he felt that things seemed to be beyond his control. He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's about six thousand!"

Li Shimin asked again word by word: "There are really six thousand?"

"Uh..., even if not, there should be four or five thousand." Li Yuanchang felt guilty: "Emperor, although I have sold some coal stoves, it is at most about five hundred. I will be used as a supervisor to produce 1,000 coal stoves a day..."

Li Shimin interrupted him, and a sinister voice sounded: "Are you sure you will be able to produce 1,000 coal stoves in a day? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

The successive questions made Li Yuanchang exhausted and shook his head and said, "No, no. But since Du He can increase his production capacity by ten times as a prisoner, I am better than him as a prince, let alone that I still hold the power of life and death of those craftsmen, so they will definitely not dare to fool them."

"Haha..., hehe..., what a person holds the power of life and death, how dare not fool it." Li Shimin was angry and laughed, got up and came to Li Yuanchang and stared at him coldly and asked, "Then can you tell me, are you better than Du He? Are you better than flowers and willows, or go to Yizhangtai! Compare poetry, mathematics, and miscellaneous studies, where are you better than him?

Do you know what assembly line homework is? Do you know what standard homework is? Do you know how many types of poisonous substances are divided into? Do you know how many stars are in the sky?

A petty and short-sighted thing!

Without any tolerance, you can't compare with Du He except the status of the royal family."

Li Yuanchang was scolded and was extremely angry.

Du He sounded like a knife piercing into his heart.

I can't compare to Du He?

How could I not be as good as Du He?

The more Li Yuanchang thought about it, the more frustrated he became. In his anger, he forgot his previous fear of Li Shimin: "Brother, why are you not as good as Du He? What is the use of poetry, lyrics, and miscellaneous studies?! Can you govern the world and manage the people?"

"Enough! Shut up."

Li Shimin was very angry, really angry.

It was already this time, and Li Yuanchang didn't even repent and refused to admit his mistakes.

Before, he thought that if Li Yuanchang could confess his mistakes and to the truth, he admitted that he was jealous of Du He, so he deliberately let the general resume his previous production method and let him go.

Now it seems that I am thinking too much, and this guy is hopeless.

"Forget it, Qilang, I don't want to say anything more to you, you..." Li Shimin looked at Li Yuanchang coldly: "You hand in a memorial, beg for bones, and return home!"

puff…….

Begging for bones...

What a joke.

That's all the things that the old guys in their seventies and eighties do?!

How old I am, I beg for bones! If this is reported, would I still have the face to live?

Others are all ministers who are twelve years old, and they are the vassals at the age of seventeen, and they are the ones who are 17 years old... and they are old at the age of seventeen?

Li Yuanchang fell headlong on the ground and looked at Li Shimin pitifully: "Brother, I am, my brother, I am 17, you, let me retire and return home?"
Chapter completed!