During his absence, the bookstore and the commune were operating in an orderly manner. He did not visit the Chengjia Zhuangzi branch factory. It was mainly managed by people from the Cheng family, and the commune sent technical backbones to guide it.
Before I left last time, I asked Fang Yiai to send letters to others, thinking of setting up a branch factory in their village. Except for Fang Yiai, no one else responded. Zhang San didn't force it, maybe it was at home.
The elders may not agree.
After all, no one wants to offend the Zheng family and the Cui family by risking their relationship. Being able to allow the junior to interact with Zhang San can be regarded as giving Zhang San face.
"Don't be jealous in the future!" Zhang San smiled inwardly.
The branch factory on Fangjiazhuangzi is not in a hurry to establish, mainly because he has no available people under his command, so he should wait until Muramasa and Suxin return from Xuzhou.
After returning home, Sister-in-law Li brought a letter from Su Xin. Zhang San opened it and was very happy.
The letter said that Xuzhou had rained twice in succession after he left. Although it was not heavy, it also greatly reduced the degree of disaster relief. Although the autumn planting time had been delayed, it was not too late after all. The seeds were planted in the ground, which also helped Xuzhou.
The people planted a hope.
Nowadays, poverty alleviation industry workshops are blooming in various counties in Xuzhou. With preferential policies, merchants have devoted themselves to doing business in Xuzhou, which has made Xuzhou's business prosperous for a time.
The sugar and paper mills in Xiao County have also established a firm foothold. Under the care of Xiao County Magistrate Zheng Daiyi and Xuzhou Governor Qian Tong, these two workshops have developed very rapidly. The production capacity of the paper mill has almost caught up with the Zhangjiacun Commune.
of paper mills.
Nowadays, there are many merchants going to Xuzhou, which has brought a steady stream of customers to paper mills and sugar mills. Through the promotion of these merchants, the products of Xiaoxian paper mills and sugar mills have been exported to Suzhou, Huzhou, Hangzhou and other seven countries.
Eight prefectures and counties have become one of the hottest products in Xuzhou.
Since the initial purpose of establishment was poverty alleviation and disaster relief, the income from the sugar and paper mills, after removing the funds reserved for operation, was invested in drought relief and disaster relief. They were called "life-saving workshops" by the people of Xuzhou.
Now there are 312 workers in the two workshops, and three caravans have been formed with 58 people. It is now the largest poverty alleviation industry in Xuzhou.
Cun Zheng was planning to wait for half a month before setting off to return, leaving Zhang Zheng in charge.
At the end, Su Xin also asked about Xiaoyu, Xiaomei and Zhangjiacun Commune. At the same time, she asked Zhang San to pay attention to his health and take care of himself.
Zhang San put the letter in the study, picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Su Xin, and then handed it over to the Zhangjiacun caravan going to Xuzhou.
Zhang San feels that his current life is very fulfilling. The only drawback is that he does not have as many entertainment activities as in his previous life, and there is nothing else to do except sleep at night.
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"Xiaosan, wake up, you are still sleeping after what time." Zhang San was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard Cheng Chumo's voice. Zhang San thought he was dreaming, so he turned over and continued sleeping.
Cheng Chumo was also convinced, but he was still awake, so he directly pulled off the quilt on Zhang San: "Brothers are here, and they are still sleeping!"
Zhang San reluctantly opened his eyes and said, "I thought I was dreaming. Why are you here?"
"Brother is here to ask you to go to the military camp."
"What? Why are you going to the military camp? I won't go." Zhang San quickly refused.
"Go to the military camp to watch the military parade. Today the emperor is going to review the soldiers of Youjin Wuwei." Cheng Chumo replied.
"I'm not going then. Don't you need to participate? There is still time to come here." Zhang San got up, put on his clothes, walked to the washbasin and buried his face in the water to wake himself up.
"That's not up to you. My father asked me to come. You can't go. Besides, the soldiers participating in the review this time were trained by Zhang Xun according to your military training methods. Don't you want to see the results?"
"No, I often watch the Guardians' games. You guys just have more people here, not much to watch."
"Why are you talking nonsense? Come with me." Cheng Chumo was worthy of being Cheng Yaojin's son. When he disagreed, he took action directly and pulled Zhang San out.
"Stop, stop, why don't you let me go? But let me have something to eat first." Zhang San knew that he couldn't escape, so he did the next best thing and had enough to eat before going.
The meal he ate in the military camp last time was really unpalatable. Zhang San had to admire the soldiers in the military camp for their good appetite.
"Momojiji, hurry up. If you go late, be careful that my father will deal with you. This time not only the emperor is going, but also many veterans in the army. If you go late, hum! Consider the consequences yourself." Cheng
Chu Mo let go of Zhang San and said angrily.
"Wait for me to get two cakes. Really, I haven't joined the army, and I don't know why I'm asked to go." Zhang Sanyi suddenly had a grimace on his face when he heard what Cheng Chumo said. He didn't know that Cheng Yao was selling gold in the gourd.
What medicine.
"Your cakes are so delicious! Give me one." Cheng Chumo immediately aroused his appetite when he saw two pieces of yellow, shiny, and fragrant cakes in Zhang San's hands.
"I'll give it all to you. I'll get it later."
"What kind of cake is this? Why is it so delicious?" Cheng Chumo took a bite, and his mouth was filled with fragrance, crispy and delicious.
"Scallion pancakes are better served with rice porridge for breakfast." Zhang San took two more pieces of scallion pancakes and said as he ate them.
"You really know how to enjoy it, hurry up!" Cheng Chumo urged.
"Xiaosan, when did you learn to ride a horse? This carriage ride is not comfortable at all."
"Yes, yes, but the ride is slower, not as fast as riding in a carriage. If you don't like riding in a carriage, why don't you go first on horseback?"
"Forget it, my mission is to take you to the military camp. How about I take you on horseback? It'll be faster."
"Stop, I just finished eating and I'm vomiting. Zhang Fu is driving very fast, so he can make it in time." After Zhang San finished speaking, he asked Zhang Fu to go faster. He didn't want to ride a horse and run all the way, and he would have to vomit.
"You, there is really nothing I can say about you. Come back, brother, I will supervise your riding. Men don't know how to ride. If you say so, you will be despised." Cheng Chumo said with a look of disdain.
"What's the plan for today's military parade?" Zhang San asked.
"I don't know the specifics. Anyway, it was my father who encouraged a few veterans to show off that the soldiers you taught with your training methods are definitely the best, let alone in terms of momentum and appreciation." Cheng Chumo praised.
road.
"These are all secondary. The combat effectiveness is absolutely top-notch. Didn't you participate? How do you feel?"
"It was pretty fucked up in the early days, as tired as a grandson, but after a month, not to mention that everyone's energy and energy were different. In private, our battalion competed with other battalions and beat those people to the point where they couldn't find anything to do.
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Hearing what Cheng Chumo said, Zhang San was very proud: "Let me tell you, you are all just fighting in a small way. Only when you encounter a tough battle can you see the difference between these soldiers."
"My father said the same thing, but how do you, a person who has never been on the battlefield, understand this method of military training?" Cheng Chumo asked.
"Brother, I have an extraordinary talent. I heard some stories from my father and brother in the early years, and then I tried it out on my own, and now I know how to do it." Zhang San said nonsense.
"Fuck you, I feel like the imperial court is going to send troops soon. I guess they are going to cause trouble for the Turks to avenge their previous humiliation."
"Alas! It's so nice to be so peaceful. How many people will die in the war!" Zhang San sighed.
"You have never been to the border, nor have you been on the battlefield. You may not know much about the Turks. Do you think they will be honest if you don't fight them? In my opinion, if you want peace, the Turks must be destroyed." Cheng
Chu Mo said sharply.
Zhang San really has no concept of these. In his previous life, he lived under the red flag, never experienced war, and did not have much hatred against the Turks, so he said this.
But I also know that Cheng Chumo is right. Since ancient times, the Central Plains dynasties have fought to the death with the northern nomads, and the Five Husties' chaos in China is a bloody portrayal.
