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Chapter 916 My brother-in-law is planning to work my father and Prime Minister Li to death?
Zhu Biao slowly began to taste the flavor.
The Korean prince was forced to become the Grand General of the Northern Expedition.
The culprit behind all this was the Duke of Ying, who dreamed of obtaining the title of Marquis of Champion.
The Duke of Han had no way to directly and utterly destroy the Duke of Ying.
And so, this scene unfolded before our eyes.
Even if it means losing a thousand of your own, you must inflict eight hundred damage on the enemy.
The main point is that if I, Li, am not having a good time, then you, Yang the Madman, can't just sit on the sidelines and watch the show.
Li Shanchang glanced at Yang Shaofeng and said, "The Prince Consort's experience in Ningyang County and Dengzhou Prefecture can now be applied to Liaodong and the northern desert."
"After all, the goal is to seal the wolf's lair and reside in the Xu."
"Without sufficient cities, good roads, and logistics, do you, Your Highness, think it's a reliable strategy to launch a surprise attack on the northern desert with only eight hundred cavalry?"
That's obviously unreliable.
If it were reliable, Lao Deng wouldn't have been in such a hurry to send Chang Yuchun and Lan Yu to Liaodong.
As Yang Shaofeng pondered in his mind, Li Shanchang continued, "Besides that, I have a few more questions I'd like to ask the Prince Consort."
"For example, this wage."
"The wage set by the superiors is sixty coins per person per day."
"However, there are different opinions on whether someone does a lot or a little work, and whether they do a good job or a bad job."
"Even craftsmen have varying levels of skill and clumsiness, so shouldn't wages be set according to different roles?"
"In my opinion, the system that the Prince Consort implemented in Ningyang County is quite good."
Li Shanchang unfolded his map of the Yan Kingdom: "Why don't you do the trouble of copying down your insights on these matters, so that the officials of various departments can learn from them?"
Yang Shaofeng glanced at Li Shanchang, then chuckled and said, "Prime Minister Li, please wait patiently for a few days."
Hu Weiyong wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to.
Ah, I have accumulated good deeds all my life, and it is my due reward that Yang the Madman plans the development of Liaodong for me.
……
"This dog has entered Liaodong, it's so cold it'll freeze to death."
"Freezing to death? Damn it, I'm practically freezing to death myself!"
"Remember to tell the garment factory that the down jackets sent to Liaodong need to be filled with more down, at least three ounces."
"If it weren't for the master, I would rather die in Ningyang County than come to Liaodong."
"..."
More than a hundred people, who had just landed in Jinzhou, were freezing cold and started groaning and complaining.
However, some people saw a business opportunity.
"Ah, the master is right, there really are opportunities to make money everywhere in Liaodong."
"Dog-skin hats, sheepskin gloves, sheepskin boots—these things would definitely sell well in Liaodong."
"Wang Laowai's sorghum liquor will definitely fetch a good price."
"Honeycomb briquettes are fine too."
"You bunch of simpletons—wouldn't it be more profitable to just get a tin bucket, paint it black, and give them some hot water in the winter?"
"Who are you calling a fool? I tell you, the biggest advantage here isn't that things sell well, but that things are worthless. Just hire a few laborers, whether they're fishing or hunting, it's practically free money."
"The lord is right. Liaodong is full of money and grain, just waiting for us to come and fill up the sacks."
"..."
When these more than one hundred people arrived in Liaoyang from Jinzhou, they had already come up with dozens of ideas that could make money.
Then, Yang Shaofeng conscripted these more than one hundred people.
“You will select two people to write down the artisan grading system in Ningyang County. Write it down in the format of a memorial to the throne, in duplicate, and sign your name.”
Li Shanchang, that old scoundrel, gets one share, and Lao Deng, far away in the capital, gets another.
"The supply and marketing cooperative system in our Ningyang County is the same."
"Also, write down the management regulations for each workshop in Ningyang County."
"Oh, and write down all those ways to make money that you just mentioned."
“One hundred and fifty people wrote one hundred and fifty memorials to me, all signed with my name.”
Zhu Biao was completely bewildered by Yang Shaofeng's bizarre maneuver.
I said that my brother-in-law didn't write a single word the past few days.
So they were waiting for the people from Ningyang County to arrive so they could write it?
Good heavens, 150 memorials, all piled up on the desks of the Korean Duke and my father.
Are you planning to work my father and Li Xiang to death?
Zhu Biao felt a pang of pity and quietly tugged at Yang Shaofeng's sleeve, whispering, "Brother-in-law, aren't 150 memorials a bit too many?"
Yang Shaofeng chuckled and looked at Zhu Biao, asking, "How about I share some with Your Highness?"
Zhu Biao's face turned deathly pale, and he shook his head repeatedly, "No need, no need, one hundred and fifty memorials are just right, just right."
Yang Shaofeng then snorted coldly and turned his gaze to the students of Dengzhou University.
"You guys shouldn't just sit around either."
"Get the planning and budget for building the Liaodong branch school out as soon as possible."
"We also need to expedite the planning for the development of Liaodong."
"These don't need to be written as memorials, just as reports, and you can sign your own names on them."
When that old scoundrel Li Shanchang asked me to write a memorial, was that old scoundrel Hu Weiyong trying to laugh?
Come, I'll have these students write a few reports for you, you old fool, and you can read them and laugh at the same time.
And then there were the officials that old scoundrel Li Shanchang brought with him.
There were memorials to the throne and reports to submit.
You all watched and laughed.
As for Old Deng, who is far away in Beijing?
Yang Shaofeng smiled through gritted teeth.
You have a copy of the memorial and a copy of the report.
Take your time watching and laughing.
Seeing Yang Shaofeng's forced smile, Zhu Biao couldn't help but shiver and tentatively asked, "Brother-in-law, um, it seems like spring plowing is about to start, right?"
Yang Shaofeng snapped out of his daze, then snorted and said, "Let's start spring plowing then. This is all Hu Weiyong's job. What does it have to do with us?"
Zhu Biao chuckled twice and said, "Well... theoretically speaking, spring plowing is indeed Hu Weiyong's job, but as the Crown Prince, and you as the Imperial Son-in-Law, and we're both in Liaodong, can we just stand by and watch?"
"Encourage agriculture and sericulture."
"Neither of us can escape."
After a slight pause, Zhu Biao added, "At the very least, we have to behave well in Liaodong, lest we anger my mother and she sends someone to drag us back to the capital to get a beating."
Ok?
My mother-in-law sent men to arrest me and take me back to the capital to be beaten.
That won't work!
How can I, a dignified Duke of Ying, be constantly dragged back by my mother-in-law to be beaten?
Yang Shaofeng stroked his chin and suddenly turned his gaze to the craftsmen in Ningyang County: "You lot, hurry up and write a report. First, get the iron ore and coal mines out, then set up an iron smelting workshop. I have a use for you."