"What's wrong? Did you go out and pick up money?" Fang'er has long been used to the tone of her little prince, so he doesn't find it strange. "Earlier, a few of us went shopping in Nanshi, and there were a few scholars.
I fell in love with the fan made by the slave family, and I had to spend a fortune to buy it!"
"Are you willing to sell it for just a sling of money?" Li Chongrun said in his heart that Fang'er couldn't treasure that fan on weekdays. Besides, for her, a sling of money is not a particularly big amount. She shouldn't be so greedy for money.
"Of course Fang'er's was not sold, but the fans they brought were sold and returned in exchange for two pieces of red yarn." Money was expensive in the Tang Dynasty, so it was not uncommon to use cloth as money.
Li Chongrun was very emotional when he heard that a piece of red yarn would cost a fortune. He didn't expect that just making a few small items would be enough for a small family to live for half a year. I haven't experienced the power of knowledge yet, but this knowledge is
I have already experienced money.
"That price is really good." Li Chongrun didn't pay too much attention to it. An idea flashed through his mind, but he was sweating and was in a hurry to take a shower, so he didn't think about it. "The palace people in Zhuangzi are free every day.
The floor is as smooth as a mirror. If you can make some money by selling it, why not make some fans and sell them? At least you can support yourself, right?"
Fang'er's eyes lit up after hearing Li Chongrun's arrangement, "I'll go talk to Sister Ruyu." The female official in charge of the village was called Ruyu, and she was the cold-blooded woman who acted as a tour guide that day.
Before Li Chongrun could respond, Fang'er had already jumped away.
That night, unlike usual days, there were a few palace guests who came to serve under the pretext of serving but actually came to escape the cold weather. Shangguan Wan'er asked curiously, and it turned out that they had all gone to make fans. Fang'er retorted.
After saying this, he was also amazed.
Wan'er lamented that she and Li Chongrun were living quite well with a salary of only a hundred cents a year. Although it was far inferior to the luxury of Her Highness the Princess, it was enough to make Li Chongrun a little fat man.
The next day, Fang'er took people to sell the fans that had been driven out overnight. This time, they did more. When they came back in the afternoon, dripping with sweat, they actually picked up a piece of white silk from the carriage.
The income from one piece of white silk is equivalent to two ounces of money, which is already very good.
Fang'er also moved countless food and toys from the carriage one after another. For a moment, the deserted air in Qingyi Garden seemed to be broken. There was a joyful smell like the Chinese New Year, and everyone was physically excited.
In a sense, if you eat honey, you will naturally smile very sweetly.
Yesterday, Li Chongrun was in a hurry to take a bath and didn't see what to do with the two pieces of red yarn. Today, he saw Fang'er holding the piece of white silk from the sale and preparing to put it into the warehouse. Li Chongrun was a little puzzled, so he asked casually.
: "Why don't you give it to them and keep it in our warehouse for what?"
"They are all the prince's slaves, and the money they earn will naturally belong to the prince." Ruyu was also very happy today. When her young prince asked her, she explained to Fang'er who didn't know how to respond.
After listening to her explanation, Li Chongrun realized that these palaces, like Fang'er, were all so-called slaves who were in the slave status. They were just like the animals, they were the owner's private property and could be bought and sold at will.
Unless someone like Ruyu becomes a female official, or Fang'er becomes Wan'er's maidservant in the future, then it is possible to turn over and become the master. Otherwise, he will be Li Chongrun's person in life, and he will be Li Chongrun's dead person in death. Even if he gives birth to a baby
, unless she is Li Chongrun’s son, she is still Li Chongrun’s slave.
After all, Li Chongrun is also one of the four talented people in the new society who has received nine years of compulsory education and the influence of socialist core values. Hearing this, he felt a little unhappy and frowned: "We are all human beings. Don't just say what you say."
The items are just average. Then remember first, when anyone needs money for medical treatment or shopping in the future, they should report the account to Fang'er and get out from here. I'll think of a solution for this slave matter."
Li Chongrun said it easily, but Na Ruyu was stunned for a long time in disbelief, and then she knelt on the ground and expressed her gratitude to Li Chongrun for his great kindness.
Li Chongrun didn't know why, but he thought that he had done nothing, so why did he receive a bow?
After asking about it, I found out that it was because I was too young, and these palace ladies naturally could not rely on sleeping attendants to survive. I thought that everyone would die here, but when they heard that the young prince said that they might be freed from their slave status, he took care of them.
Thank you to these poor people.
At dinner time in the evening, except for the cook and Fang'er who served the meal, all the palace people went to make the fans. I don't know whether it was to thank Li Chongrun for his affirmation, or to do more to prove their worth.
Get rid of slavery as soon as possible.
When Li Chongrun finished his meal, he was very curious to see a group of palace servants in thin clothes, dripping with sweat, huddled under the grape trellis to work, and it was very fragrant under the various ripples.
I casually mentioned, why don't those who make fan ribs specialize in making fan bones, and those who make fan surfaces specialize in fan surfaces? Those who assemble them specialize in assembly?
Everyone was greatly inspired after hearing this, and after trying it, the efficiency was indeed much higher.
They made some more. Li Chongrun, who was temporarily the section chief, found that the time of making rivets and drying the fans was a bit time-consuming, which affected the efficiency of the entire assembly line, so he divided the work of making rivets and drying among the people who made the fan bones.
fan.
As a result, two hundred fans were made before going to bed. Two boxes were piled full of them. Fang'er looked at these things as if she had seen a mountain of money, and she couldn't close her mouth with laughter.
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On the third day, everyone did a lot last night. Fang'er, who went to sell folding fans with a few palace servants, came back very late and didn't come back until the time when the street drums were being beaten.
But when Li Chongrun saw her, he saw that her little face also fell down, and her voice was no longer like the little bird that kept chirping like before. Instead, she looked a little lonely.
"What's wrong with our pistachios? Didn't we make any money today?"
"Someone in Bei City already made exactly the same one, and even found someone to inscribe it with. The price was cheaper than ours, but we couldn't help but sell it at a discount. Yesterday, after all the hard work, we actually sold it for a small fortune.
"
Fang'er was very unhappy. Judging from her expression, she seemed to have been greatly wronged. "Why are you like this? It was obviously the prince's idea, why did you let them learn it like this? I will report it to the official tomorrow!"
"
Li Chongrun had already guessed that this would be the case. The folding fan had no technical content at all, and the materials were easy to obtain. How could it be possible to prevent others from imitating it.
"You reported it to the official and said that you took your aunt to pressure the official to accept the case. Is it possible that the government will also arrest all the bamboo craftsmen in the capital city?"
Li Chongrun felt that he needed to educate this little girl on some basic marketing knowledge.
"The thing we sell is very simple. It is not difficult for others to make it. Labor is not valuable. If we still want to sell it at a good price, we have to think of ways to make this worthless thing valuable."
"Has the prince come up with any new ideas?" Fang'er stared at Li Chongrun expectantly. "Should we use fragrant wood to make it?"
"Even if you use gold to make it, won't others just follow it?"
"Wait for me to eat first, and then I will teach you how to do it."