Father can be an enemy to the country

Early the next morning, various pawn shops, gold and silver shops, silk and satin shops, tea shops, Nan goods shops, garment shops, bathhouses, etc., the most prosperous places in Suzhou City, removed the door panels. When it opened, most of the shops looked the same.

A sign was put up that said, "This store welcomes the use of food stamps."

In order to attract customers to use food stamps to make purchases, some stores even have signs saying ‘10% off when spending with food stamps’.

This large-scale abnormal behavior naturally aroused the curiosity of Suzhou citizens. People asked the storekeepers one after another, what are food stamps?

The store owner's answer was even more outrageous. They had never seen what food stamps looked like. It was the boss who gave the order overnight. They only knew that that thing could cash out grain from the three reserve warehouses in Suzhou City.

"I heard that it seems to be issued by the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau, and the county government is responsible for cashing it." Finally, a well-informed shopkeeper revealed:

"Don't even think about printing it yourself. I heard it's like being beheaded for counterfeiting!"

"I don't even know what food stamps look like, so how can I print them myself?" the crowd laughed.

Since they couldn't see the real thing, everyone gradually dispersed. And their attention was quickly attracted by a piece of great news——

Various factories that have been shut down since the New Year actually started recruiting workers at the same time!

And not only those factories related to the silk weaving industry, but also those shops and workshops in cotton spinning, printing, papermaking, and ironmaking, all came to Guanqian Street to recruit workers...

Lao Liu and Luo Ben, who were visiting incognito on the street, even saw signs of "recruiting talented people and favorable treatment" hanging out at the entrances of brothels and bathhouses.

Of course, the most sought-after workers are those in the silk weaving industry, because the only place known to get food stamps is the Suzhou Weaving and Dyeing Bureau.

Therefore, when large households hire workers from other industries, they can only meet the assessment of "improving citizen employment". But if you hire workers in the silk weaving industry, you can also take into account another assessment of "getting food stamps".

As for the third assessment, 'amount of donation', the big investors are not stupid, but as smart as monkeys. At the beginning of the assessment, coins will not be thrown away in vain.

You have to wait until the end and make a one-time recharge to improve or keep your ranking according to the actual situation.

It’s too early to spend money now. If the effect is not good, you may be targeted...

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Therefore, those unemployed weavers squatting on Guanqian Street, starved to death, suddenly changed from neglected roadside weeds to sought-after meat and potatoes.

The unemployed weavers who had experienced a long drought were crazy about joy at first. As long as someone wanted them, they would follow them wherever they went.

But they are not stupid, and they quickly come to their senses. They all work for big dogs, and of course the one who pays the most gets the job.

"How much do you charge?" Faced with the "managers" who usually ignored them, the unemployed weavers finally straightened up.

"Forty cash a day, one meal in charge, and you'll get a reward at the end of the month if you work well." A fat steward said, "How about that, are you kind?"

Forty cents a day is the current market price. And when they heard that the food steward would receive a reward at the end of the month, the unemployed weavers flocked to the fat steward.

"We pay fifty cents a day." Seeing that the skilled workers were about to be taken over by the fat steward, the skinny steward from another company hurriedly raised the price loudly: "We also take care of the food, and we will also get rewarded at the end of the month!"

"We have sixty cents..." This was like opening a Pandora's box. In order to compete for workers, various companies began to continuously increase their quotations.

"I am seventy cents..."

"Eighty cents!"

The unemployed weavers were stunned. Why did the other party double their wages before they even negotiated the price?

You know, even when the market is at its best and labor is in short supply, ordinary weavers cannot earn eighty cents a day. Only the most skilled Kesi masters and dyers can achieve this price.

"You're not lying, are you?" Happiness came so suddenly, making the weavers feel unreal.

"That said, what reputation does our boss have to deceive you? Besides, what can we deceive you?" The stewards looked unhappy.

In fact, they were also very unhappy. They didn't know what the boss was doing. Suddenly, construction was about to start in a hurry, and they were asked to recruit as many workers as possible at all costs.

It doesn't matter if you don't need so many people at the moment. You can find some jobs for them first. Even if you ask them to count millet, you can still support them first. You must not let others recruit you...

Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, why can’t wages go to heaven?

It's really interesting how the spiritual capitalists feel distressed while still having to process money.

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The weavers' wages are sky-high, and another very important factor is the competition between the return-to-the-natives faction and the behind-the-scenes faction.

The Home Returning Faction is trying their best to prove their abilities in front of His Highness, and they even want to regain their position in Suzhou's silk weaving industry. Of course, there is also the desire for revenge against those behind bars.

In short, under various circumstances, the Home Returning Faction was willing to sell the iron and go bankrupt.

The Behind Bars Faction is more motivated and stronger than the Returning Home Faction, so naturally they cannot let the latter compete.

So after you have raised the price, I have raised the price; after I have raised the price, you have raised the price again... Together we have pushed the workers' wages to an eye-popping one hundred yuan a day...

"Isn't this too much?" At this time, even Luo Guanzhong couldn't stand it anymore. He reminded Zhu Zhen: "Who can bear such high wages? It won't make them bankrupt, right?"

"No." Zhu Zhen chuckled, patted Lao Luo on the shoulder and said, "Your family has never had much money, and you have no idea how rich the big families in Suzhou are."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sealed Lu Garden in the distance, and sighed quietly: "That's the wealth accumulated over the past two hundred years."

Zhu Zhen had heard a saying before that the reason why ancient times suffered from long-term deflation was because the rich liked to hoard the gold, silver and copper coins they earned. Large amounts of hard currency are withdrawn from circulation, eventually leading to economic depletion.

He has always been doubtful about this statement. How many gold, silver and copper coins can the rich hide, so that the national currency can be depleted and the economy can collapse?

But the third brother told him that the gold, silver and copper coins found in the Lu family's hoard were worth more than one million yuan... and that didn't include the jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, gold, silver and jade articles.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu was immediately stunned.

When King Chu told Luo Guanzhong about this, it was Teacher Luo's turn to be shocked.

Suddenly, Teacher Luo raised his hand and gave himself a slap in the face.

"Teacher Luo, don't be like this." Zhu Zhen hurriedly advised: "Don't be like this, Teacher Luo."

"It's okay, I'm calm." Luo Guanzhong said with an extremely depressed expression despite the red mark on his face: "I was thinking of the time when Zhang Jiusi asked me to persuade the wealthy people to pay for the labor force, and they kept asking for money, and a total of 20,000 yuan was paid. I I also told Zhang Jiusi that it was already a lot...it turned out that they were treating me like a monkey!"