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Zhao Hanzhang looked at him quietly.

Zhao Hu felt guilty for a moment, but he soon regained his composure. He pointed at Fu Tinghan, whose clothes were half wet, and said: "Look at how you have wronged my uncle. You have no shortage of servants. Why did you let my uncle go into the river?" Doing such a thing?”

Zhao Hanzhang only glanced at Fu Tinghan, and then said: "This is not the reason why the seventh uncle is trying to pry me into the corner. Don't I feel bad for him to go up the mountain and into the water? But I have no money, I have to work in the fields."

What kind of scumbag quote is this?

Zhao Hu wanted to talk to her, but suddenly he caught another key point. He looked at her in surprise and asked, "You have no money?"

Zhao Hanzhang squinted his eyes, realized something was wrong, and asked, "Should I be rich?"

Zhao Hu turned red with anger, "Zinian said you minted new money, you are rich!"

Zhao Hu's first thought was that he had been cheated!

When Zhao Hanzhang heard this, he immediately got into the role and calmly said "Oh": "That's the public's money, not my money. What I said is that I don't have any money."

Zhao Hu looked at her doubtfully, "Really?"

Fu Tinghan washed his feet, put on his clogs and said, "Let's go in and talk."

Otherwise, if you get impulsive, you will easily fall into the ditch, which is too dangerous.

Zhao Hanzhang stepped aside and let them in.

Zhao Hu was lowering his eyes and thinking, is it still too late for him to turn around and go back to Runan?

Thinking of the money he brought this time, Zhao Hu's heart trembled. Luoyang was rebuilt after the war, and there was not even a decent local product in the city.

He didn't even have to bring any goods with him on the return trip, which was equivalent to going out on this trip. He might have wasted his efforts and travel expenses, which made him feel sad just thinking about it.

Thinking, thinking, Zhao Hu's eyes fell on the water mill involuntarily. The more he looked, the more excited he became, so he left Zhao Hanzhang who wanted to talk to him and talked to Fu Tinghan enthusiastically, "Tinghan, Did you also build this water mill?"

Fu Tinghan looked at Zhao Hanzhang calmly and said, "I made it together with the craftsmen."

"Weren't you the one who built it? Those craftsmen were just following your orders." Zhao Hu stared at him with shining eyes, "Aren't those workshops in Xiping all your idea? If others don't know, how can I not know? "

The more he looked at Fu Tinghan, the more he liked him. Unfortunately, he was not a craftsman, but Zhao Hanzhang's fiancé. Otherwise, if he could be hired, it would be fine not to hire him, but to cooperate.

Thinking about the business of Zhao Hanzhang Zhenbaofang, Zhao Hu felt envious. Many of her businesses were hers alone, and no one else could snatch them away.

Oh, I don’t have the guts to grab it either.

Zhao Hu looked at Fu Tinghan lovingly and asked, "I just looked at the stone mill in the room and it can move without anyone pushing it. Is it because of the waterwheel?"

Although Zhao Hu didn't know the principle, he was not stupid. He just looked out along the bar and seemed to see a small water wheel behind the room.

If such a workshop could be built in Xiping, Runan, or even anywhere he owns land in Yuzhou, how much money could he make in that day?

Grinding is one of the punishments. This shows how hard grinding is. Rice is ground to grind wheat, and now beans are also ground. After being shelled and turned into powder, the taste is not just a little or two, but a lot better.

The spread of delicious food is still very fast, but Zhao Hu can be sure that the vast majority of people in this world still eat wheat rice, bean rice, and even boiled rice with shells.

Do they not know that these things taste good after being shelled?

No, it’s because eating this way makes you fuller and more convenient.

It's just a matter of pounding rice. Larger villages in the south have huts. All you need is a few logs and a sunken stone. Or you don't need any stone at all. Just dig a hole in the ground, trample the soil firmly, and put it on a tarpaulin or sack. Just use it.

Some people have a mortar at home, just like a medicine mortar, and they pound the grain by themselves. Sometimes when they are free, they will spend time pounding the grain and grind out two or three tons of rice.

But in the north, wheat is still the main food, but not every household has a stone mill, and even a village may not have one.

In Wubao of the Zhao family, Zhao Changyu once built two mills for the clan, one in the north and one in the south. Each mill had five grinding ports. If you need it, you can grind it yourself.

But even this is not enough. Some wealthy families will bring their own stone mills. However, in order to facilitate the use of tribesmen and neighbors, the stone mills are mostly placed in the open space not far from the door. When the main house is not in use, nearby villagers can use it. borrow.

As an aside, after the Zhao family's Wubao grew stronger, Zhao Hanzhang also donated stone mills, and followed her grandfather to open a mill on the east and west sides, which were also provided free of charge to the people in Wubao.

But it is still not enough. After all, the permanent population of Wubaoli has reached 80,000, and there is a trend of expansion.

So Zhao Hu opened a mill in Wubao. His mill was a large mill, but it did not provide stone mills, but directly provided grinding services.

He bought a few donkeys and sent some strong but lazy slaves to the mill, where he took the donkeys to grind wheat flour, soy flour and the like.

Just a small profit.

But if you can grind things and pound rice with water, you can not only save money on buying and raising donkeys, but also save several hours of labor.

If the water is still tireless and flows day and night, then his mill can be opened day and night, and the shifts can be adjusted so that two workers take turns, one during the day and one at night. Then wouldn't he be able to make money even while lying down?

Zhao Hu looked at Fu Tinghan gently and asked in a friendly manner: "I wonder if you have a skilled craftsman at your disposal. Can you give me one?"

"Don't worry, I won't open a mill in Luoyang. I'll go back to Xiping to open it." There are also Shangcai, Xinxi, Ancheng...

He would open one wherever he had land, a house and water.

Zhao Hanzhang coughed lightly and reminded Zhao Hu: "Seventh Uncle, this water mill belongs to me, and so do the craftsmen."

Zhao Hu:......

He turned back to look at her with a frown and asked, "Where's Fu Zhongshu? Is there still only one Fu An beside Ting Han?"

This is too bullying. Why does everything belong to her?

Zhao Hanzhang said: "Now he is my Minister of Industry."

"Ministry of Industry? I've never heard of it," Zhao Hu frowned even more, looked around and whispered, "You can now make someone a minister? He is a minister, so who is your uncle?"

Zhao Hanzhang: "...My great-uncle is a minister! Seventh uncle, if you have nothing to do, just read more books and don't think about poaching people all day long."

Zhao Hu wanted to speak, but Zhao Hanzhang suddenly cut him off and asked, "When I came over just now, I saw several cars parked by the river. Is that your car?"

Zhao Hu calmed down his expression and gave a faint "Hmm". He turned his head from side to side and changed the topic: "There is nothing interesting to see here. How about we go back to Luoyang? Does Zicheng know that I am coming to Luoyang? He should be allowed to come out. Pick me up…”

"Is there money in the oxcart?" Zhao Hanzhang stared at his face and said, "I smell money."

Zhao Hu:......

Zhao Hu hates Zhao Hanzhang so much.