The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 114 The Pot Needs Customization

"Master, what's the matter with calling us here?" Xue San and his men came over, followed by sixteen people who were originally official guards.

"Well, Xiao Kui, I plan to turn this place into a dyeing workshop in the future." Yang Biao was very satisfied with Jiang Sheng. He had taken into account all the things he had not explained. It was indeed more reliable to let this group of skilled people guarding here than Xue San and his men.

"Jiang Sheng, you did a good job!" Adhering to the principle of praising those who do well, Yang Biao praised him.

"It's all because of the master's good training!" Jiang Sheng observed that no matter how late Yang Biao worked or how tired he was, he would always take time to read and practice calligraphy. With such diligence in study, maybe he could really pass the imperial examination and become an official in the future.

If he followed him to work as an official in the future, he would have the possibility of making meritorious service, which would allow the emperor to show him special favor and abolish his slavery. Then he and his family would have hope for a better life again.

Yang Biao laughed. When did Jiang Sheng learn how to flatter others? He remembered that this man was very quiet before.

"Xiao Kui, you can live here from now on." Yang Biao let them choose where to live freely, and there was no need for him to interfere in this matter.

"Yes, master!" Xiao Kui turned around and greeted everyone, "Everyone, clean up here quickly." Xiao Kui greeted everyone. He was the chief of the official residence before he was demoted. Yang Biao observed them for a few days and found that he had leadership and personal charm, so he let him continue to be the leader of these people.

"We need to buy more large pots for dyeing silk," Yang Biao instructed Jiang Sheng. Zhang Shixian's house was raided too suddenly, and the government sent soldiers to only drive away the people living there, and did not take away the large pots on the stove.

"Master, such a big pot needs to be customized and cannot be bought in a short time." Jiang Sheng told him that the court was very sensitive about the use of iron, fearing that someone would secretly use iron to make weapons for rebellion, so the whereabouts of the iron needed to be reported to the government.

"Oh, I understand!" Yang Biao looked a little embarrassed. He had forgotten that in ancient times, iron was controlled by the government.

"Lin Chenhao, go buy some new bedding." He handed the purse to Lin Chenhao. The beds here were still there, but the quilts on the beds were a little black and dirty.

"You all should live in the front yard." Seeing that they were all cleaning the front yard, Xue San was a former soldier, and Xiao Kui and the others were also soldiers who had to train every day, so they should be able to play together.

"Xue San, take people to clean up this place. I'm going to the cloth shop." He was penniless now, so he had to go to Dongpi to ask for some money and let him open the silk shop.

He gave the lock bought by Jiang Sheng to Xiao Kui, and took Jiang Sheng to the Shuilu.

"How long will it take to get this big pot?" When the carriage arrived at a blacksmith shop, Yang Biao got off to customize the big pot needed by the dyeing workshop.

"This pot is quite large and requires more iron. I need to report this to the government. I will make it for you as soon as possible. Come back and get it in about a week!" The blacksmith thought for a moment and handed a register of iron usage to Yang Biao, asking him to sign and inform him of the purpose of the customized pot.

"Jiang Sheng, can a blacksmith shop only buy one big pot?" He couldn't help complaining when he returned to the carriage. He needed more than a dozen big pots. If the pots were broken or damaged in the future, he would have to buy new ones. It would be exhausting to go to every blacksmith shop in the city to customize them.

"Master, there is no need to worry. Just go find Pan Cao." Just go find Pan Cao and have the big iron pot made through the official workshop. You will get the goods soon.

"Yes, Jiang Sheng is really smart!" He is worthy of being the best detective in the capital. He knows what many government departments do specifically. Yang Biao felt that he had picked up a treasure.

"However, we have to go to the cloth shop first." He had no money now, and it was not easy for him to ask Judge Cao to do things for him.

"Sir, this is for you!" Dong Pi saw Yang Biao coming and immediately went to the drawer of the counter to take out today's sales money.

Yang Biao smiled bitterly. He knew that he was asking for money every time he came, and his subordinates knew it without him even asking.

"Well, Dongpi, I'll take you to see our new shop." Yang Biao took the silver bill, stuffed it into his arms, called the six guys in the cloth shop, and pulled Dongpi out.

"New shop?" Dongpi's eyelids jumped. Could it be that his master also borrowed money from the bank to take advantage of it? No wonder he came to collect the cash flow from the cloth shop every day recently.

"Did you also borrow money from the money house?" Dong Pi asked cautiously. The money from the money house has interest. If you can't pay it back on time, the compounded interest can make you lose everything.

"Well," Yang Biao answered honestly, "If you pay it off within a month, you only need to pay the principal, and no interest."

Seeing Dongpi's worried look, he smiled and said to him, "I'm not afraid of borrowing money from you. Just take care of your business and don't worry about paying back the money."

"What kind of business do you want to do?" Seeing that Yang Biao had already opened the door of the shop with the lock, he followed him in and found that it was really big.

"Silk business, you will live here from now on, and Xiaoran will be in charge of the cloth shop." He asked six assistants to clean the shop and took Dongpi to the backyard.

"Master, are you going to run a dyeing workshop here?" Seeing two large wells behind the shop, Dong Pi guessed that the master might use this place as a silk dyeing workshop.

"If we don't run a dyeing factory, there is another place for dyeing factory. The east side of this backyard is for you to live in, and the west side is used as a storage warehouse to store silk." Yang Biao saw that the backyard was also very large, but he couldn't tell what business this three-story shop was used for before.

"Master, I will clean this place now," Dongpi asked Yang Biao to leave here to avoid the dust raised by cleaning from dirtying his clothes.

"Don't rush to clean. Take some people to the market to buy more silk." He bought fifty-five weavers from the weavers sold by Cao Tongpan and put them all in the farm. A batch of silk had already been woven and was waiting to be dyed.

Seeing that Dongpi didn't move, he immediately came to his senses, took out all the banknotes from his arms, picked one and held it in his hand, and gave the rest to Dongpi.

"Let Han Shaoge drive the carriage with you. It would be best if the shop can be opened in the next two days." There was no other way. He really was short of money.

"Sir Cao, are you free?" Yang Biao went to the office of Judge Cao in the government office and saw that he was about to go off duty, so he hurried forward to greet him.

"Oh, it's you, kid." Judge Cao was packing his things. He looked up and saw it was him. He came to see him again for something. "Everyone is off duty now. If you have something to do, come back at 3:15 in the afternoon." After saying that, he put his things away and walked out of the government office.

"Sir Cao, I have something to ask you." Yang Biao followed him for a while, and when he saw that there was no one around, he asked for help.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Judge Cao didn't turn around, but slowed down his pace. In an emergency, it's better to be careful.

"Well, I want ten big iron pots to open a dyeing factory. I wonder if Lord Cao has any connections?" Yang Biao caught up with him, stuffed a silver note of five hundred taels into his hand, and then quickly retreated.

"That's easy. I'll go to the government-run workshop to customize it for you. You can send someone to pick up the goods at the door of the workshop at 4 p.m. the day after tomorrow." Judge Cao didn't even look at the silver note in his hand. He put it in his arms and left.

"Jiang Sheng, let's go! Let's go to the manor to pick someone up." Looking at the figure of Cao Tongpan going away, Yang Biao turned around to find Jiang Sheng who was waiting in the carriage. His twelve carriages came in handy, and he took all the textile workers to the house with eleven entrances, so that the dyeing and selling of silk would be much more convenient.

"Hey, look, why does it feel weird?" Jiang Sheng noticed that the men in the village behaved a little abnormally.