Royal Gold Magistrate

After leaving the factory, Zhou Maoxue and others drove to the Tang family's mansion in a carriage.

They had already agreed to say goodbye to Tang Bohu and return to normal life.

It was past noon when the carriage arrived at the mansion.

As soon as Zhou Maoxue and the others got out of the carriage, they saw three carriages parked in front of the Tang family's mansion, and some people were carrying things non-stop.

The butler of the Tang family was standing at the door looking around.

Zhou Maoxue immediately stepped forward and made a nine-yao posture with his fingers, and then asked, "Dare to ask if Brother Tang is in the house now?"

The housekeeper also made a nine-yao comparison, and then said happily: "Oh, you are finally back, our master is not here."

"What do you mean? Someone came back first?"

"Well, hundreds of people have returned."

"Where is Brother Tang? What's the situation with these people at the door?"

When this topic was brought up, the housekeeper showed a sad expression on his face: "Oh, don't mention it. People have been coming here these few days, and they found the master and said to quit the Xingsheng Association. The master decided to disband the Xingsheng Association because he couldn't stand the blow, and went back to his hometown by himself. "

"No, I'm afraid someone will come looking for him, so leave me here to wait and let me know, so that no one can find him when he comes back."

As the butler said, he looked at the workers carrying things and sighed: "During this time, the master sold the ancestral house for the convenience of your follow-up work. I didn't expect such a result in the end. The buyer is moving in. I'll be leaving in two days."

Zhou Maoxue was shocked: "Xingshenghui was disbanded, and the ancestral house was sold! Has he returned to his hometown?"

"Yes."

"How could this be..." The four candidates were greatly distressed.

Although things didn't work out, brother Tang really wanted to serve everyone, how could he be in such a situation.

"Then where is his hometown? I'll go home and send him the money. The firefighters with salaries should not let him freeze to death in the snow. Brother Tang will redeem the ancestral house in the future when he receives the money."

The housekeeper sighed again, with a tangled expression on his face: "My lords... the people who came before said the same thing, but my master told me that I can't take your money."

"No! Since you are the housekeeper of the Tang family, how can you be flexible in doing things? Brother Tang spent a lot of money for us, and we are just paying back the money right now. Is there any reason in this world to borrow money and not pay it back?"

The butler closed his eyes and nodded, then took out a note from his sleeve and showed it to several people: "Forget it... this is my master's address, you can send the money here."

"Hey, what's the matter with your note?" Zhou Maoxue felt something was wrong.

The housekeeper said: "I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time, my memory is not good, so I asked the master to write it down. You are all very smart people, you should be able to remember."

"I can remember! Then I would like to thank the butler, and leave!" Zhou Maoxue was puzzled, and he turned around and went home with his fists in his arms.

The four children left, and the worker who was carrying the goods at the door looked at the butler and said loudly.

"I said, sir! Let's move these empty boxes back and forth inside and outside the house. When will we move?"

The butler turned around and entered the house, and glanced at him: "If you are told to move, you can move, and if you are tired, you can rest for a while, and move again when someone comes!"

In the study room, Fangzheng was shaking with one or two legs folded on the table.

Holding a delicate snack in his hand, he chewed slowly.

I lament that the years are quiet and good.

When the butler broke into the door, his expression changed immediately, he cupped his fists and bowed in salute: "My lord, there is another wave!"

Fangzheng nodded slightly, and said slowly: "Sigh...scholars, they are so immature. In vain, I carefully arranged a bunch of scripts for them, but none of them survived for half a month."

The salary can't be handed in much, so how can I give Jin Yiwei a bonus at the end of the year?

The butler smiled and said, "My lord, you are really clever at this move. How can you cheat 1 taels with a few hundred numbers..."

"This is the tuition fee, pay attention to the wording." Fangzheng said dissatisfied.

Wang Shuo seemed to have said something.

You have to be careful of the bad guys in this world, they are all trying to teach you how to be good, and then let them play tricks.

Mr. Fang obviously didn't have this awareness, he felt in his heart that what he did was a good thing.

A group of scholars who have gone astray, he has given up all his strength to come over, and what happened to collecting some labor fees and tuition fees?

And it can also verify the transformation results by the way.

Whoever sends more money means that whoever has more conscience...

"Go out and entertain well, there shouldn't be many people behind, right?"

"There aren't many people left, and it will probably take only a day or two. The humble job will be over soon." After the butler finished speaking, he left the study.

Not long after, Li Yuanzhao rushed in unexpectedly.

Seeing Fangzheng leaning on the chair and taking a nap.

He was not too polite, picked up the teapot in front of him, and poured a ton of it.

Taking a long breath, he said, "I'm so mad, Lao Fang! My heart is so angry!"

Fangzheng sat up straight and asked, "What's wrong, Your Highness."

"Didn't I go to visit the factory? It's the same as yesterday. Once those actors leave, they will stop acting as soon as your people leave, and they will turn back into a black factory." Li Yuanzhao said angrily, "In order to make up for the previous gap The working hours and workload, they generally let workers work fourteen to five hours a day, isn’t this driving people to death? Life is worse than corvee.”

Fangzheng sneered: "Don't compare with the corvee, the black factory is much more humane than the corvee."

"Our Dajing corvee has regulations, up to six hours a day!" Li Yuanzhao said.

Fang Zheng curled his lips in disdain.

He has always been dismissive of such arguments.

Rules are rules, but corvée really tortures people to death, and there is no room for resistance.

If the factory is not happy with the work, just leave. At worst, go home and farm.

Corvettes are different, so what if the six hours are stipulated?

Later generations have boasted about Lao Zhu, Lao Ying loves the people like a son.

Even some third-rate historians said that they used historical materials to say that there was no such thing as tyranny in the Qin Dynasty, and that the wages paid for building the Great Wall were high.

This is bullshit!

The official documents of the imperial courts of all dynasties and dynasties are for the common people to read. Who can put the ugly side of the public stuff first?

Of course, what you say on the outside is all good words, but actually doing it is another matter.

If you can’t complete the KPI for building the Great Wall set by the first emperor, you will be done if Brother Ying, who loves the people like a son, can whip you with a big whip.

Seeing Li Yuanzhao's still furious expression, Fang Zhengyi decided to comfort him.

"Your Highness calm down, look at the problem from multiple angles, and learn to look at the problem dialectically. It is certainly hateful to work overtime in a black factory, but it is not without some benefits."

"Think about it, if a worker is stipulated to work fourteen or five hours a day, if he persists, what does this mean?"

Li Yuanzhao frowned: "It means that they have good physical strength, it means that they are hard-working, what else can it mean?"

"Wrong, it means that no one in the world works overtime anymore. We eliminated the overtime system."

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