In February of the third year of Jianxing, Feng Yong, the Marquis of Guannei, was appointed as the chief historian of Yuejun. He set out from Jincheng, passed the waterway to Bodao, and led two thousand soldiers towards Beishui.

In February, the weather in Beishui is already warmer than that in Jincheng.

Outside Beishui City, large bamboo sheds were built one after another.

After leaving enough space, a large fence was erected around all the sheds, with exits and entrances.

A tall flag was erected above the shed.

One side of the flag has the words "Dongfeng Express" written on it, and on the other side there is something similar to a cylinder with a pointed head, a tail fin at the end, and fire breathing from the bottom.

Don't tell outsiders what is painted on this flag, even people from the Xinghan Hui don't know.

I heard that this was painted by the leader himself. Although it looks nondescript, it is the logo of Dongfeng Express.

This flag and this symbol are really notorious among the barbarians in Nanzhong.

Because this flag represents the ghost king's minions, and I heard that it is specially used to transport human flesh and blood to the ghost king.

Early this morning, Beishui City started to become noisy.

I saw groups of soldiers driving groups of prisoners of war into the sheds, and the crowd outside became commotion: after waiting for so long, the prisoners of war in the hands of Meng Yan, the prefect of Yuejun, were finally going to be sold.

"How many people?"

An old man in his fifties blushed and jumped to his feet and shouted.

"It is said that there are three hundred people. This is the first batch. There should be more after that."

"Everyone, I am the second wife of the Li family. I hurriedly arrived the day before yesterday. To be honest, two pairs of shoes have been worn out. There is nothing I can do. The master is in a hurry. Please give me some face later. , this labor, I only need 80 per person..."

"Bah! You only want eighty cents?"

Someone said something disdainfully.

"It's endless. If you give me two hundred evenly, I will be able to offer them to you sincerely!"

"Go away! Shameless old man! You robbed two hundred people from three hundred people? When did the second wife of the Li family become so proud? How dare you say such things?"

After hearing the old man's words, the people around him glared angrily on the spot.

Among them, the earliest one arrived ten days ago. After waiting for so long, just for today, this old man, who only came the day before yesterday, dared to speak out nonsense. He was really shameless.

When the old man heard this, he immediately became furious and pointed at the speaker, "Who knows about our Li family in Shu? Then Governor Li..."

"Li, your grandmother!"

After punching him, the old man screamed and fell to the ground.

"You old man, how dare you show your identity here? Do you really think I'm afraid of the second room of the Li family? Governor Li is from the Li family in Nanzhong. Not to mention the second room of yours, he is the eldest member of the Li family in Shuzhong. Let's see if Governor Li knows how to do it. Will it give you face?"

The man kept swearing and wanted to step forward and step on me.

"Forget it, forget it, this old man doesn't know the rules, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

His accomplices quickly grabbed him and said, "If we continue to fight, someone will be killed..."

"What's going on over there?"

The commotion here naturally attracted the attention of the soldiers maintaining order. They pressed the handles of their swords and shouted loudly. At the same time, other soldiers moved towards this side.

When the man who beat him saw something was wrong, he quickly hid in the crowd - he would be selling his labor later, but he couldn't be caught by the soldiers.

Only an old man was left lying on the ground, ouch ouch ouch...

After all the labor was transferred to the shed, the entrance to the fence was finally opened.

"It's started, it's started, let's go!"

Someone shouted, and the crowd began to push forward.

When the old man heard this, he quickly got up, even ignoring the few footprints on his body.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, there will be others behind you!"

"Shoes! My shoes, fuck! Which bastard stepped on my shoes?"

"You grandma! Who is touching my butt? Believe it or not, I will stab you to death?"

With a lot of noise, everyone began to enter the passage surrounded by fences.

There are ten laborers in each shed, and they are all packaged and sold, not just sold.

Each laborer had his head shaved and his upper body was naked, with only a rough linen cloth wrapped around his waist so that guests could observe the laborer's physical condition.

"This, this, and this, one hundred coins, I want them all!"

The first person to enter glanced over and immediately picked out three sheds.

One hundred mins means one laborer one hundred mins.

The man glanced behind his head provocatively. His meaning was very clear. Who do you think is going to compete with me?

No one paid attention to him.

The basic price for selling labor is seventy cents. The one with the highest price gets it. One hundred cents per piece is not low.

Anyway, there is more to come, so don’t bargain with this fool.

The Dongfeng Express employee standing guard in front of the shed quickly shouted, "This gentleman is offering a hundred cents!"

After waiting for a few seconds and seeing that no one was bidding anymore, he turned over the sign hanging in front of the shed with a smile, and saw the word "Sold" written on it, which meant that the labor in the shed had been sold.

"This gentleman, please come here to register."

In the open space surrounded by fences, there is a row of tables. There are papers and pens on the tables. The paper is fine mulberry paper produced in Nanxiang. There are some frames drawn on it, and words such as unit price and total are written inside.

Sitting in front of each table was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, some even fourteen years old, but they had long since lost their childishness and had become sophisticated through practice.

When I saw someone coming, I quickly picked up a pen and prepared to register.

"Thirty, one hundred coins, I would like to ask if this gentleman will carry it himself or consign it to him?"

"Of course it's consignment."

"Shipping to where?"

"Pingyi County."

"Which one is it from?"

…

After registering the information, they gave the customer a copy as a voucher, Dongfeng Express kept a copy for themselves, and each of them stamped their fingerprints.

The man who bought the labor took out a wad of bills from his pocket, counted them, took out a part and put it on the table as a deposit.

The remaining half will be paid when the land is reached.

This is considered the transaction completed.

Nowadays, all labor purchases and sales through Dongfeng Express basically use bills.

For the convenience of customers, Dongfeng Express has also set up a ticket exchange office not far away.

It can be said that labor trading played a great role in promoting the bills issued by the Nanxiang Dahan Reserve Bureau.

The three hundred laborers were quickly wiped out, and the last two sheds were snatched up by the old steward of the second house of the Li family, with each laborer costing 90 yuan.

This was because others saw that some of the laborers in the two sheds were a little thin, so they didn't fight against him.

Seeing the young man in front of him skillfully writing out the credentials, the old steward asked eloquently, "My child is good at arithmetic, where did he learn it?"

The young man raised his head and glanced at the old steward whose nose was a little crooked. He smiled and said, "Sir, I came from Nanxiang Academy. You must learn arithmetic."

Nowadays, there are countless families who want to settle in Nanxiang Gongfang Ranch, so the requirements have become increasingly strict.

Ordinary families would be lucky if they could settle in Nanxiang.

Those who can settle down in the workshop ranch must either have skills at home, or their children can be favored by the school.

It was because this young man was attracted by the school that the family was able to move their household registration to Gongfang Ranch and live a good life.

He studied in the school for two years and was selected to work for Dongfeng Express.

My daily life is not tiring, it's even very relaxing. It's all registration and calculation work, but I get a lot of money and food every month.

The old steward glanced at the young men sitting in a row and saw that each of them was writing and calculating with their heads down. He was slightly surprised. He thought that the background of Dongfeng Express should not be underestimated, and he didn't know about Nanxiang Academy.

How many such people are there?

Meng Yan stood at the head of Beishui City, looking at the commotion below, with complex expressions flashing in his eyes. The elegant and elegant family, the gentleman who was ashamed of his words, all disappeared when he arrived here.

The profit-seekers who they usually looked down upon crowded together, shouting and waving tickets, just to grab the best labor.

Feng Langjun's move was basically to tear off all the fig leaves of the aristocratic family and display them in front of the world.

I just don’t know if he can withstand the counterattack of the wealthy family?

"Prefect, the people sent out ahead have returned and said that Feng Langjun is still at most one day's journey from Beishui."

Meng Yan was deep in thought when he saw someone approaching and reporting in a low voice.

"Oh, is it finally here?"
To be continued...