The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

There was no cement at that time, but after glutinous rice was cooked into porridge, its stickiness was very strong. Pour it into lime slurry and it would become the best cement.

If Li Fu had a hill now, he would want to dig the hill to make cement, but with his current ability, he couldn't do this job.

He could only use this money-burning method to build a workshop first.

Only when there is a steady stream of income in the future can he do more things.

He was a poor prince who had just gained some status. In Chang'an City, he really had no foundation.

So he had to start everything from scratch.

When Li Fu came to the workshop again, a large area had been cleared, white lime was sprinkled on the ground as a marking line, and a large group of people were busy here.

After all, there is strength in numbers, and the work can be done faster. Now the foundation has been laid, and the ground is being compacted. A cylindrical stone, like a millstone, has four ropes tied to it in four directions. Four people pull the ropes, and the ropes are straightened. The stone is pulled up high, and once the ropes are let go, it falls heavily to the ground and hits the ground hard.

In this way, the ground is constantly compacted.

Or two people carry wooden stakes and keep pressing the ground.

"If this goes on, the construction period will be shorter than we estimated." Li Fu smiled and said, "It's good to have more people."

When the courtyard wall is built, the wall surface can be plastered with white lime and the green tiles can be hung on the wall.

If all the materials are complete, so many people can build a house quickly.

Merchants in Chang'an City continuously send materials here. Once the materials arrive, Shitou waits here to settle the bill on the spot, and the material merchants take the money and leave directly.

The money in the warehouse was getting less and less every day, and it was all exchanged for materials on the construction site.

Lao Zhou looked at the warehouse that was about to be empty, and it would be a lie to say that he didn't feel bad.

No one would boil glutinous rice paste to mix in the workshop when building it.

After discussing it with Lao Zhao for a whole night, the conclusion was that the Jingyang Wangzhai had just saved a little money, and after the workshop was built, half of the cash in the warehouse had to be spent.

Not to mention the house that would be built for the guards on the farm in the future.

Lao Zhou and Lao Zhao gathered together and choked their teeth with heartache.

"Even if you have money, you can't afford to spend it like this. Now is different from the past. Whether it's on the farm or in the Jingyang Wang residence in Chang'an City, there are more people than before, and you have to support a whole family." Lao Zhou said, "Lao Zhao, don't you try to persuade him?"

"I persuaded him before." Lao Zhao smiled, "Isn't it useless? If you want to spend money, just spend it. Anyway, the money you spend now is all earned by you. You have to be willing to spend it. You can only gain if you are willing to spend it."

"You are so careless. These two days, my abacus is about to break." Lao Zhou sighed and said, "I really didn't think at the beginning that building an egg-changing workshop would have to be built like this. Isn't it more solid than the houses on the farm now?"·

Some places in the old houses here even collapsed when it rained heavily. As for the courtyard wall of the workshop over there, it can only leave a white mark after being hacked and chiseled.

The ash used to plaster the walls is mixed with glutinous rice paste and white ash, and the ground inside is rammed concrete.

"Brother, relax, the money you spend now will be earned back." Lao Zhao smiled and said, "I dare say that when this workshop can be operated, the money you spend now will be earned back in three months at most."

"Relying on eggs that cost two cents each?" Lao Zhou said.

"That's right, in the East Market Restaurant in Chang'an City, two eggs with some seasonings can cost more than two hundred cents per plate. You can tell me how much money this makes." Lao Zhao said, "But I can't tell you the details. Now this business is managed by a dedicated person. It's much better than staying in this house and working with a few people before."

Lao Zhao is confident about this.

But Lao Zhao has also been poor in the village. After so many years of hardship, Lao Zhao's character is like a hamster. When he sees something good, he wants to save it and save his family.

Not to mention money, save, save, save everything.

But he also knew that the money Li Fu spent was necessary.

If there was no income in the Jingyang Palace, as Lao Zhou said, how would they support the whole family in the future?

Only rely on the salary of the young master in the court and the harvest from the farm?

That is not enough.

Nowadays, when the young master goes out, he is accompanied by guards. Not to mention the front and back, that is the appearance that a county prince should have. The so-called appearance, isn't it supported by spending money?

The entire house in Chang'an City and this large area on the farm belong to their young master. Whatever their young master tells them, they will try their best to do their job well.

Heartbroken returnIt was painful, but things had to be done. Even Lao Zhao felt that the workshop was built like a fortress, and the area it occupied was comparable to the four houses here.

At night, Li Fu was still drawing in his study.

I had told Lao Zhou before that he would build houses for his guards, so that they could reunite with their families and settle down in the manor.

The manor was very spacious and not crowded.

Basically, after so many years of war, the population was severely reduced.

In the fifth year of Daye in the Sui Dynasty, there were more than 8 million households, about 50.32 million people.

Then in the Wude period, in the seventh year of Wude, there were only more than 2 million households, about 15 million people...

During this period of time, the population decreased by 35 million.

Of course, in fact, there may be discrepancies with the official registration, and the statistics will be much less.

After the Tang Dynasty was established, the government administration was inefficient in the early years, and the population statistics should be rough. Many people did not register their household registration, so they could evade taxes.

A large number of people evaded taxes, which resulted in the Tang Dynasty's treasury not having much money...

However, it is also true that the population declined seriously from the Sui Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, and the population was definitely not as large as in the Daye period.

Therefore, even if Li Fu's manor was just around Chang'an, it was still sparsely populated, with more land and fewer people.

So no matter what Li Fu wanted to do here, he was not afraid of having no place.

If there was really no place to do it in the future...

With a glance, he saw the manor of the Pei family not far from the manor on the map...

Pei Ji...

Although Li Fu thought that his uncle Li Yuan was quite good, he was not taking care of the government affairs now. Li Shimin was in charge of all the big and small matters in the government, and he was not far from abdicating...

In his current state, he was no longer suitable to be an emperor and take care of the government affairs.

His heart was dead.

Once Li Yuan abdicated, Pei Ji would lose power.