Cai Feng is neither a woman like Cai Ke nor a child like Huang Yueying. He is the scheming and concise head of the Cai family. After listening to Huang Yueying's suggestion, he was not excited at all. Instead, he was full of doubts and repeatedly asked about Huang Yueying's story. What did Sun Ce do in the past two days and what did he say to her.

Huang Yueying has been studying for Sun Ce in the past two days. In fact, she has not had much time with Sun Ce, and Sun Ce is not very interested in "Zuo Zhuan" and sometimes falls asleep. He has not communicated much with Huang Yueying, basically does not talk about knowledge, and occasionally says some gossip. As for raising food and weapons, it is not something he said to Huang Yueying specifically, but Huang Yueying's own inference and analysis.

Cai Feng was very satisfied and touched Huang Yueying's head. "Be careful and don't rush to express your opinions. My Cai family is already the flesh in his mouth, not just we want to. Wait, and we will have a chance when he hits the wall."

Huang Yueying understood it. "What my father taught was that Achu was too eager to succeed."

Cai Feng joked: "Are you eager to achieve success? Do you want to help us or General Sun?"

Huang Yueying's face turned red. "I... want to help."

"It's understandable to help us. I want to help him, but why? Achu, don't forget that he has killed my Cai family and still occupies the Cai family."

Huang Yueying bit her fingers, her eyes flashing. "I think... he was forced to kill people. If there was a way, he would not kill people. On the contrary, he wanted to save people and save many people."

Cai Ke was a little unhappy. "You little girl, you are turning your elbow out."

"He often talks about the Yellow Turban Army these days, saying that the Yellow Turban Army who lost their land and had no food and clothing were pitiful. He wanted to find a way out for them. You should know that his father, General Sun, started his own business by pacifying the Yellow Turban Army. If he hadn't been kind to his heart, how could he sympathize with the Yellow Turban Army?"

Cai Feng sighed. "The Yellow Turban is pitiful, can't we be pitiful? Our family business has been accumulated slowly by generations, and it was not from the water. He just snatched it away. What should we do in the future?"

Huang Yueying also sighed, and a hint of confusion appeared in her black eyes.

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Money can make the devil push the mill. The gold placed in the workshop greatly stimulates the enthusiasm and subjective initiative of the craftsmen. They completed impossible tasks. Before sunrise, the three warships were not only repaired, but also installed on the corners of the collision, and they could return to the battlefield at any time.

After Sun Ce was very satisfied after the inspection, he immediately ordered people to put the gold down. Each worker had one gold, and three foremen added another gold, giving away a total of 127 gold, leaving 73 gold cakes. Sun Ce ordered people to call the blacksmiths who built the corners, and each one gave a gold. The blacksmiths held the gold, couldn't believe their eyes, and even forgot to thank Sun Ce.

As vassals, they have worked in the Cai family for so many years, and it is good enough to have enough food and clothing. When did they get so much money?

A blacksmith held the gold and couldn't believe it. He put it in his mouth and took it hard, then looked at the clear tooth marks and couldn't help crying. As soon as he cried, the others couldn't help crying. A group of big men burst into tears, which made people feel sad.

Sun Ce was also a little sad. The vassals were not so easy to do. They worked hard in their daily lives and had to work hard when fighting. The master's money was the master's family, and they had nothing to do with them. What's even more sad is that they didn't even have personal freedom, and they were essentially not very different from slaves.

Don't worry, I'm here to liberate you.

Sun Ce thought this way not only because of sympathy, but because he wanted to inspire the subjective initiative of the craftsmen and truly fight for them from the hands of the Cai family. No matter how hard he tried, the powerful people could not support him wholeheartedly. He could only find ways to win over these hopeless farmers and workers. Even if a person who does not see hope does not rebel, he would not take the initiative to consider how to do things better. But as long as you give them a little hope, they can burst out with daunting power. Even if you consider it only from the perspective of interests, it would be lower to win their support than to win the support of the powerful people.

If you want to succeed in the revolution, you must be good at utilizing the power of the people. This is the result that history has proved. Like Sima Yi, relying on the power of aristocratic families and powerful people to seize the world, even if you succeed, it cannot last long. In essence, aristocratic families and powerful people are not only supporters of the regime, but also competitors of the regime, and their centrifugal forces are very destructive. The history of the Eastern Han Dynasty for nearly two hundred years is a living example. The development of the manor economy has given the powerful families and powerful people more voice, but the court was dragged down by internal and external troubles. Emperor Ling of Han could only sell his official positions in order to raise money and fight, and he never returned on the road to collapse.

"Did you see?" Sun Ce patted the box. "There is still a lot of money in it. Do you want it?"

No one spoke, but countless pairs of eyes staring at the gold like wolves, almost melting the gold. This is real gold, and whoever doesn't want is a fool.

"Give you a month to prepare. I want to hold a sword competition. Whoever can create the best sword will reward me. The first place is rewarded with 10,000 yuan; the second place is rewarded with 5,000 yuan; the third place is rewarded with 3,000 yuan; the third place is rewarded with 3,000 yuan."

Sun Ce then took out the prepared competition charter and asked Huang Yueying to read it to the craftsmen. This was written by him, and it was all in plain language to ensure that these craftsmen could understand it. After all, the weapons of criticism have to be judged by weapons. Without good weapons, it is almost the same as dreaming. He knew advanced technologies such as steel speculation, but he could not take care of everything. If he could not inspire more people's enthusiasm, wouldn't he become Zhuge Liang, devote himself to his work and die?

The craftsmen were suddenly excited. Although the blacksmiths were very motivated, the carpenters were a little dissatisfied. Someone immediately shouted: "General, do we have a chance to do wooden work? The horns were cast by them, and this ship was built by us. The general cannot forget us."

"That's right, that's it." The jealous carpenters screamed in a verbal voice. Originally, they were the first skill, but in the blink of an eye, the blacksmiths overwhelmed them. Not only did they get the reward, but they would have a competition in a month.

Sun Ce smiled. That's right, don't be dead. He raised his hand and gently pressed it down.

"Don't worry, don't worry, how could I forget you? We will go to war today, and we will probably capture a few more warships. You have a good rest and be ready to start construction."

"General, do we have any competition besides repairing the warships?"

"Of course there is." Sun Ce smiled even brighter.

Huang Yueying's heart moved, looked up at Sun Ce, and was immediately fascinated by his bright smile. Although there were not many beautiful people, even fewer people smiled so charmingly. Sun Ce was not like the children of aristocratic families who should pay attention to their image. He was very relaxed, showing his neat white teeth, like a scheming innocent child, with a direct appeal that hits people's hearts, making people involuntarily trust him and get close to him.

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