Mr. Yan was embarrassed. Fortunately, Wang Fu came over at this time. Mr. Yan hurriedly stepped forward and greeted: "Hello, Magistrate Wang."
Wang Fu bowed his hands to all the clansmen and said with a smile: "Everyone has worked hard and come all the way to participate in the Ghost Festival and Heaven Ceremony to ensure the prosperity of Yizhou. It is respectable and admirable... eh? Why don't you sit down?"
"Sit?" Mr. Yan glanced at the officials sitting upright and then at the chairs. He was still a little uncomfortable.
Wang Fu immediately asked his entourage to bring a chair and explained fluently: "Look, this thing is called a chair, and it is specially used for sitting. Do you know why we Han people are physically weaker than the Hu people? It's because we cross our legs for a long time.
Therefore, with this chair, the waist is no longer sore and the legs are no longer painful. In addition, with the backrest, it can reduce fatigue and prevent hunchback. It is really a great tool for revitalizing the strong people of the Han Dynasty. "
"So good? Why have I never seen it before?" asked a clan leader.
Wang Fu said with a smile: "That's a good question. This was invented by Mr. Zhou Mu himself. The specialties of Mufu three-character shop are high-quality and cheap. The cheapest one only costs 100 Wen, and the most expensive one does not exceed 500 Wen. You can start with it."
Try it. If you need it, you can go to Elm Street in Xicheng to buy it. If you have an extra twenty cents, we can deliver it to your door."
"Oh, such a good deal." The big man surnamed Yin couldn't help but sit on it first. He twisted his waist and moved his hips, leaned on the back of the chair and sighed comfortably. He chuckled and said, "It's really comfortable. I will definitely buy one later."
Buy, no, buy one for my whole family."
Seeing this, other people also sat on it one after another, all with excited expressions on their faces. Mr. Yan sighed and said, why didn't this thing come out a few years ago? He has a leg problem, and he usually has to get up if he can't sit down for a cup of tea. Now
With this thing, you can sit on it and bask in the sun, how comfortable it is.
The state shepherd, tinkering with these things is really not doing your job...but I have to admit, this is really comfortable.
Wang Fu shook his head and walked away. Was he a county magistrate or a hawker on the street? He just hoped that he could really sell it.
The assembly line operation is indeed much faster than a single person. It takes at least two to three days for a carpenter to make a chair. He must gather some strong men and seven or eight carpenters to saw the wood and process the wood.
In less than ten days, hundreds of chairs were made, assembling them, assembling them, and nailing them. This was despite the unskilled cooperation of these workers.
At the current rate, if they can't sell it, the so-called Mufu three-character shop will have to pile up many chairs. However, the quality of the cloth from the Tianzi shop and the porcelain from the Dizi shop is not as good as that of ordinary cotton merchants and those who are slowly and carefully carved.
Although the private kiln produces a much larger quantity every day, Wang Fu asked the shopkeeper to do some calculations and found that the cost price was at least 40% lower than the latter. As production becomes more proficient in the future, this gap will widen.
Wang Fu was puzzled, how could Liu Zhang have so many wonderful ideas after staying in the Mufu for these years and enjoying singing and dancing every day.
While the nobles were sitting on chairs and chatting excitedly, Liu Zhang's cavalry appeared on the lake bank. Liu Zhang dismounted and stepped onto the arch bridge. Huang Yue and Xiao Furong walked on both sides, followed by civil servants and generals. Liu Zhang had a stern face, and the sergeant behind him was fierce.
, the clan members suddenly became silent, as if the air was frozen.
These aristocratic families really couldn't guess why Liu Zhang asked them to come to participate in the Heaven Sacrifice, and the slick and sophisticated elders of the various clans took it for granted that the land order and price limit order were just to test the attitude of the wealthy families in Chengdu, and that measures that would further harm the interests of the wealthy families were still
Behind the scenes, the wealthy families were powerful, but it was impossible to openly confront the government. Especially when facing a tyrant like Liu Zhang, they could only be cautious.
Faced with Liu Zhang's harsh government, should you accept or reject it? Accepting will harm your descendants, and refusing will probably kill you immediately. With this kind of mentality, how can the family not be nervous when they see Liu Zhang coming with a large number of soldiers?
Mr. Yan silently prayed that Liu Zhang would not be too stubborn.
The aristocratic clans watched Liu Zhang walk into the Dongling Terrace intently, but saw that Liu Zhang did not sit on the main seat in front, but walked straight to where the clansmen were sitting. Both the clan leaders and the disciples of these clans were silent, and Liu Zhang had a look on his face.
The moment he saw the clansmen, he smiled, and smiled at the elders of the clans in the first row: "You fellow villagers have worked hard, are the chairs comfortable to sit on?"
"Comfortable, comfortable." The family members said hurriedly.
Liu Zhang smiled and nodded, and he, Huang Yue, Xiao Furong and Yizhou ministers sat next to the nobles. The nobles suddenly did not dare to breathe, but Huang Quan, Wang Lei and other civil servants came to talk to them.
"Mr. Zeng, I heard that you are a great-grandfather again. Which great-grandson is this?" Huang Quan turned his head and asked an old man with a white beard.
"Yes, yes." Mr. Zeng didn't hear Huang Quan's words clearly at all.
"Mr. Yin, you are amazing. You have dug thousands of meters of irrigation canals with your clan members alone, connecting hundreds of acres of farmland. If we have more people like you in Yizhou, we will be well-deserved to be called the Land of Abundance." Zhang Song squeezed in as much as possible.
He had a friendly smile on his face, but his sullen face couldn't really be called kind.
Yizhou officials took the initiative to talk to the clansmen one after another. The clansmen were a little nervous at first, but then they gradually became more relaxed and started talking cautiously.
Liu Zhang sat next to Mr. Yan, watching the wizards on the altar preparing for the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, and said casually: "Mr. Yan, I heard that a few days ago you took the children of various ethnic groups to your rice field to harvest rice, right?
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Mr. Yan's heart was in his throat. He didn't know how to answer Liu Zhang's words, and his heart was beating violently.
Liu Zhang said calmly: "The old man is very smart. He didn't ask the clan leaders to go there in person to avoid attracting people's attention. The rice fields are empty and there will be no walls between them. But the old man is also very confused. So many people in colorful clothes go to the farmland. Don't you think so?"
Will you be suspicious? Even if I can't hear what you are saying, can't I guess it?"
The aristocrats and bureaucrats in the back continued to chat, and the conversation became more and more heated. Poor Mr. Yan was old, and in the dog days of summer, he was like falling into an ice cave, with cold sweat rolling down one by one.
"Master Zhou Mu, forgive me, forgive me. We will never dare to fight against the Mufu. We will comply with everything ordered by Master Zhou Mu."
"I don't believe it." Liu Zhang said simply.
Mr. Yan's nerves almost collapsed.
The wizards had prepared their magic weapons. The great wizard walked to the front of the altar with a snake-headed staff. The ceremony officially began. Afterwards, the officials stopped talking. Liu Zhang turned his head and said in Mr. Yan's ear: "Old Yan, I don't believe it.
Any guarantee, you have your thoughts, I have my position, but the old man remember, now is not the time to harvest rice."