After I was Exiled, I Became a Noble Minister Chapter 134

    The Prince of Jin helped the fifth prince to ascend to the throne, and the fifth prince let him sit on the position of the king of Jin smoothly, and rewarded him with a hereditary iron hat, so that his descendants could be kings.

    After the two reached an agreement, the Prince of Jin made suggestions for the fifth prince, which not only eliminated the troubles caused by the emperor's severe punishment, but also carefully won over a group of courtiers, forming a considerable force.

    The two negotiated for a long time before the Prince of Jin left quietly.

    Out of the back door, an inconspicuous carriage was parked in the alley. The Prince of Jin sat on it, and the personal guard quickly brought hot tea and snacks, "Prince, you are working too hard."

    There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the Prince of Jin.

    Yes, you are in the world.

    In this life, he is not in a hurry, builds high walls, accumulates grain, and slowly becomes king.

    However, he did not jump out in a hurry, but hid behind the fifth prince to help him.

    On the bright side, those people were recruited by the Fifth Prince.

    It is much easier to use the banner of the Fifth Prince.

    He thought it was perfect, but he didn't know that there were a pair of eyes staring at his every move in the distance, following him all the way back to Jin Wangfu.

    The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

    The back door of Jin Wangfu opened and closed, and a few figures flashed in the dark. "Just stare here, and let me know immediately if there is any trouble."

    "Yes, Mr. Wei."

    Wei Shaohui nodded slightly, turned to leave, and glanced back before leaving.

    The Fifth Prince and his group were targeting Mu Wanqing in the courtroom, so he sent someone to watch it secretly. Who would have thought that the Fifth Prince and the Prince of Jin would join forces.

    There is a coldness in his eyes, whoever dares to hurt his savior, that is his enemy!

    Although, he is just a sharp knife in the hands of the emperor, and cannot have his own thoughts and feelings.

    But...how many people are truly ruthless?

    The Prince of Jin did not disturb the people in the mansion, and quietly entered the outer study. This was his forbidden place, and even the prince and concubine could not step into it without his permission.

    In the study, a slender and beautiful figure greeted him, "Sir, you are back."

    It's Mu Jinyao, she has an embarrassing status, and she was ostracized in the backyard, so she invited her to serve in the study.

    Here, she can live in peace.

    She stepped forward to serve the Prince of Jin, changed out of his clothes, put on light home clothes, served tea and water, and was very gentle and careful.

      what.

    However, a figure flashed in his mind, "Today, Mu Wanqing in the hall has been named the county head."

    Mu Jinyao was stunned for a moment, a look of confusion appeared on her face, "What did she do?"

    The Prince of Jin stared at her closely, "It's good to donate cotton cloth, do you know what cotton cloth is?"

    "Cotton? Is it new? What's so special about it?" Maybe it's the Mu family's ancestral recipe?

    The Prince of Jin gave a wry smile, knowing that Mu Jinyao was devoted to him, and would rather follow him without a name, but sometimes it was an uncontrollable comparison.

    "You Bingxue are smart, but unfortunately..." There is another Mu Wanqing who is smarter than her.

    Mu Jinyao's face was hurt, and she forced a smile, "I'm too stupid to help you, but as long as I have the ability of sister Wanqing, this credit can be attributed to you ."

      Big."

    Don't look at Mu Jinyao's delicate and weak, but her brain is very good, helping him win the old fritters in the officialdom.

    He has the memories of his previous life, and he naturally knows the secrets of those officials.

    "I don't have any ability, it's the prince who gives me face to praise me, I have self-knowledge." Mu Jinyao blushed, and shyly embraced him in his arms, "Wise and valiant Shizi is the smartest person in the world, I will always follow you and accompany you, and I will never be separated in this life."

    The lingering and affectionate words moved the Prince of Jin very much, "Okay, we will never be separated."

    "Can you think of a way to deal with Mu Wanqing?"

    The body buried in his arms stiffened, Mu Jinyao pursed her lips, this dog man. "She doesn't seem to have any weaknesses, and it's hard to operate at a distance of thousands of miles. How about I try to write to her and secretly recruit her?"

    "This woman is rebellious and easy to be attacked." The prince of Jin always felt that Mu Wanqing, who was thousands of miles away, was a stumbling block on his road to becoming emperor. . "If you can't get it, destroy it and find someone to assassinate her."

    There was a hint of confusion in Mu Jinyao's eyes, "Assassination is not the style of a king, right? Besides, she is just a woman who can't affect the overall situation. Why should you keep thinking about her?"

    However, he soon realized his gaffe, "I just hate her so much, I want to kill her when I hear her name, and those who make big things are casual, just do it like this."

    Mu Jinyao looked at him blankly, especially annoying? ! He really should have looked in the mirror to see how he looked at this moment!

    He tried hard to make himself think about business, for example, when did the prince die from poison?

    If I remember correctly, it's New Year's Eve this year!

    After that, the kings compete for the throne and start a big melee.

    He has to make all the preparations in advance, go to the end.

    The situation in the capital is changing and complicated, and it does not affect Mu Wanqing in Liangcheng.

    Mu Wanqing is very busy every day and starts to recruit people as soon as she comes back.

     Junliangfang asked Mu Ji to take over. For the first time, he was under a lot of pressure, but everything was on the right track, and there was a Mu Wanqing beside him. ask.

    Soon, he got started, and the tube was decent.

    Mu Wanqing brought up a retired soldier named Liu Darong, who worked very hard and had a good brain, but his feet were a little disabled.

    With one set and one set, Mu Wanqing doesn't have to worry about it.

    As for the ledger, you don't have to worry about it, there are professionals in charge, and Mu Wanqing is proficient in these things, so she can't hide it from her eyes.

    Mu Zhong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was only responsible for the affairs of the farm.

    As for the wool workshop, we need to recruit a group of ingenious women, both married and unmarried.

    As soon as the news spread, the outside of Shuimu Farm was crowded with people.

    Mu Wanqing personally recruited, it was quite difficult to recruit people, how to say, weaving wool is meticulous work, but many women's hands are unreasonably rough, which will damage the wool.

    But these days, the hands of poor people are like this.

    She simply boiled some hand ointment, and all the applicants who came to apply for it were given a spoonful of hand wipes. Everyone was shocked. When they heard that there were those who did not apply, they were even more excited.

    The village owner of Qingping is a good man.

    The content of Mu Wanqing's assessment is very simple, let everyone try to weave on the spot, hand in the finished product, and keep it.

    Those who are strong and honest can also stay for other tasks, such as transportation and logistics.

    "Anyone literate?"

    Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads one after another. The Western Liang style is not very popular, and there are not many men going to school, let alone women.

    Mu Wanqing knew that this would be the case earlier, but she was not disappointed, "I need to be in charge, I will be able to make statistics and reports, and understand the announcements conveyed above. These all require literate people, of course, Wages are double that of ordinary workers."

    Ordinary workers complete fixed tasks, with 20 cents a day, and the excess is calculated by piece, and there is one tael per month for hard work.

    This is a terrific price.

    The basic management is one tael, the middle level two taels, and the high-level five taels.

    When everyone hears this, they are jealous, but what if they are illiterate?

    Seeing this, Mu Wanqing threw out a bait, "I will run a literacy class, anyone who is interested can come and listen. Those who pass my assessment within a month will be directly promoted to grassroots management."

    She is willing to give them a chance to let them learn to renew themselves and survive in the world on their own.

    Sure enough, under the temptation of money, who can resist?

    Everyone joined the literacy class with the enthusiasm of 120,000 while working. It was difficult at first, but what is more difficult than being hungry?

    One month later, several women successfully passed Mu Wanqing's assessment and became team leaders, scattered to various departments.

    Mu Wanqing specially built a high wall between the workshop area and the farm, so that they are independent and do not affect each other.

    Each workshop is also separated and strictly controlled. After all, there are secrets everywhere.

    The samples of sweaters, sweaters, pants, gloves, socks and scarves were sent to Du Shuai's house as a boxing gift.

    Du Shuai made a decision on the spot after trying it on, and ordered 50,000 sets for his soldiers to wear, which is closer to the body and warmer than reeds.

    As soon as Mrs. Du and Miss Du's family appeared in sweaters on social occasions, they immediately attracted the attention of the upper class, and they all went crazy.

    The Mu clan won't treat themselves badly when they make money.

    Everyone in the snack street wears it like this, it becomes a beautiful scenery line, diners will naturally want to inquire about it.

    No, it triggered another wave of buying frenzy.

    Sales are not worrying at all, but there is not enough manpower. This is still under the condition of not opening a store.

    Second Mu came back from Ganzhou and found that her daughter was doing well and sweaters were in short supply.

    "Qing'er, you still have to recruit people. If only you could weave them into pieces at will."

    He just said it casually, but Mu Wanqing suddenly became enlightened.

    Ah, why did she forget the sweater and twister? She had seen it in a cashmere store.

    She tried hard to recall, drew a few drawings, and asked the blacksmith to make them out.

    I am busy, and the servants report, "The little general is here.

    ”

    Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment, almost forgetting that there is such a number one person, she also changed her clothes lazily, washed her face and went out.

    In the living room, the young man stood up straight and looked out the window with a solemn expression.

    When he heard the movement, he turned his head sharply, his eyes were bright, and his eyes were surprisingly bright. "Wanqing, I'm back."

    Mu Wanqing looked at him a few times. "How did you come?"

    Du Shaoxuan's smile collapsed, "Aren't you welcome? I'll see you as soon as I get back."

    "How could it be, it's too late to be happy." Mu Wanqing greeted him with a smile and sat down.

    Mu Wanqing ordered, "Come on, let the kitchen make Mala Tang and Roujiamo, put more braised pork, and cut a few plates of braised meat."

    "Yes."

    These are Du Shaoxuan's favorite foods, and there is a smile on his face, "I also want to eat the bone soup noodles you made by yourself."

    Mu Wanqing hasn't cooked for a long time, "Why are you so picky?"

    "Isn't it okay?" Du Shaoxuan looked at her fixedly, as if there was a trace of grievance.

    "Okay, why not?" Mu Wanqing stood up, "I'll cook..."

    Du Shaoxuan smiled and stopped her, "Sit first, let's chat for a while, don't worry about eating noodles."

    Mu Wanqing is a little speechless, what are you doing? For a while I want to eat, and for a while I say no.

    The two chatted wildly, without any strangeness, still friendly and friendly.

    Du Shaoxuan's heart gradually calmed down, she had a very quiet temperament, which made people want to get closer.

    "Why don't you ask me where I've been these past few months?"

    Mu Wanqing was silent, "I'm not interested in catching spies, it's a secret from the DPRK, don't tell me."

     "However, I didn't forget to bring you a present, do you like it?"

    With a big wave of his hand, he moved the large boxes in and lined them up, which was quite spectacular.

    Mu Wanqing took a few glances. It is a special product and a treasure of clothing from various places, but the quantity is a bit large. Did you collect it every time you went?

    "I like it, as long as you give it." As long as it is someone else's heart, she likes it.

    She did not refuse, but accepted it generously. Anyway, she had the spare energy to return the gift.

    Seeing her so calm, Du Shaoxuan was very happy.

    Mu Wanqing suddenly remembered something, "You haven't returned to the mansion, so you must not have seen the sweater and pants I sent to the mansion? That close-fitting dress is warm..."

    Du Shaoxuan glanced at her, pretending to be absent-minded, "I don't wear underwear woven by other women."

    Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes. When she first read A Dream of Red Mansions, Jia Baoyu didn't wear other people's needlework, so she thought what was wrong with these noble sons?

    Aren't they all the same?

    Du Shaoxuan pursed her lips slightly, "What do you mean? Are you scolding me in your heart?"

    Mu Wanqing was a little perfunctory, "How come? We are friends."

    Friends are mutually inclusive and mutually dependent.

    Du Shaoxuan looked at her fixedly, his eyes were as deep as ink, "Then you knit me a set, sweaters, sweaters, pants, scarves, hats, socks, gloves, I want them all."

    Mu Wanqing: ...what medicine did he take wrong?

    "Do you know how long it takes to knit a set of sweaters? It takes a few days for fast movements, ten days and a half for slow movements, and I'm so busy when I don't do other work. Where's the time? I didn't knit the two sets of honoring my parents."

    "But I still want it!" Du Shaoxuan was particularly persistent, and a pair of black pupils looked at her intently.

    Mu Wanqing felt that it was strange that he came back this time, with some changes, but she couldn't tell what changed.

    "You don't talk a little..." She just opened her mouth, but she couldn't help but be stunned when she saw her own shadow in his focused pupils.

    He...he can't?

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    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Benbenju; 17095179, 10 bottles of Dieyu; 1 bottle of Qianshou Shura Tang Xiaosan;

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