Ye Hua is very busy. He has to write textbooks and teach two apprentices. If he adds Fu San, then it will be three.

Debt-to-equity conversion is not a small matter. The most unacceptable thing in the agricultural society is inefficiency, farming, collecting rent, exchanging money, and then distributing dividends... I am afraid that it will not be filled in ten or eight years.

No businessman can stand such a long wait.

You must get the most rewards at the fastest speed!

Therefore, from the very beginning, Yanyun Development Company was destined to use flesh and blood to gain benefits!

It is necessary to capture slaves and use a lot of slave labor.

Build a large farm and a ranch!

Build a sweatshop!

We must move cement production, which is highly polluted and affects workers' health, to Youzhou.

Manpower must be arranged to inspect the minerals in Youzhou.

Dig out the underground treasures, and the continuous minerals are continuous returns. If a company wants to operate safely, the key is capital flow...

Every day, in addition to writing a strategy, Ye Hua gave lectures to several apprentices.

Zhao Er followed Ye Hua for a long time. He was smart and accepted quickly. He only needed to remember one occasionally. Chai Shouli was much worse. He scratched his ears and faced with grief all day long, but in order not to lose to Fu Yanqing, he also fought hard.

But Fu San, the little girl never remembered a word, but she could understand everything Ye Hua said, as if she was born with her ability...

"Now we need to broaden the Yongji Canal and renovate the roads. From Kaifeng to Youzhou, it is more than 1,300 miles. At a speed of 600 miles, it takes more than two days, but it takes one month for merchants to get goods... If the road is flat and the time is reduced to twenty days, the situation will be much better!"

Fu San talked happily, saying everything, Chai Shouli was stunned, but Zhao Er thought of something... Master talked about the way of management, and Miss Fu San, who owned the whole Great Zhou, had the strongest capital, how to make money, what troubles would you encounter, and what needs to be done... She knew everything clearly, and her practical experience was richer than Master. No wonder she could tell clearly without memorizing a word!

This is not fair teaching at all, I protest!

It’s not that I’m not stupid, it’s that my family has no money!

Zhao Er's protest was obviously ineffective, so it was more realistic to choose to be a good student... The project of widening the Bian River and digging the Yongji Canal has begun, and the road is under construction.

The benefits of tracing Daxiangguo Temple and destroying all the temples in the world are revealed.

Zhao Er summarized earlier that there are three major dangers in temples.

One is to merge land, and the other is to cross-border business and manipulate finance.

As for the third point, any temple has rules, and these rules will be placed above the court rules. For monks, the rules and regulations of Qing are far more important than national laws.

The court cannot directly manage these people. In other words, temples will also occupy valuable labor.

These three things add up to people, money, and land!

If the three are combined, it is a small court and a local emperor! There is no essential difference between it and the local aristocratic families. A talented and wise emperor will not let aristocratic families go, and there is no reason to let a temple go.

After the destruction of the Buddha, the court had money and people.

The project progressed rapidly... As the prince of Southern Tang, Li Congjia came to the construction site for the first time, and he had an extra shovel in his hand.

Ye Hua arranged for him to dig a trenches, so naturally no one would neglect it.

"Brother, I think you are too cruel." Ye Zhong said seriously. In his hands, there was Li Congjia's lyrics. Ye Zhong had read them repeatedly dozens of times, and they were deeply imprinted in his mind.

"No one in the school can fill in the better than him. Even if such a talented man teaches, he is better than being a coolie!"

Ye Hua took the song "When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come?", smiled slightly, and sighed, "Don't say that in the school, there is no better than him in the whole world! But the more this happens, the more you need to train! A good teacher cannot only have talent, but also teach by example! What is worth learning from Li Congjia? Is it cowardly or incompetent? Or is it timid and dare not resist even if his wife is stolen?"

Ye Zhong was speechless when asked, "Brother, do you want to help Li Congjia? Yes, but I'm afraid he can't stand it!"

"If you can't stand it, you deserve to die!" Ye Hua said politely: "The iron rod is ground into a needle, and the wood can only be ground into a toothpick. In the present world, even ordinary people must learn to live strong like weeds, let alone have a noble background!" Ye Hua glanced at his brother, "You are going to meet Zhou Ehuang, right?"

Ye Zhong suddenly blushed and said awkwardly: "Brother, how do you know?"

"Hmph!" Ye Hua sneered, "How can I not know your little thoughts! Zhou Ehuang is indeed the best among women, but she is also a beauty. You are young, don't make any decisions about her."

It was obviously not the right thing to think about other people's wife. Ye Zhong nodded in shame, "I, I understand." Young man, especially when he was a teenager, always had to imagine and long for him. Ye Hua finally noticed that his brother was about to get married.

"Let me turn around and say to my grandmother and ask her to choose a good one for you!"

"Hey!" Ye Zhong couldn't hide his joy and agreed quickly, but he hesitated again, "Brother, you can't be ahead of you, right? Do you think this is OK? I will take a concubine first and then marry a wife?"

Ye Hua's brows were shaking, and suddenly he grabbed the inkstone and hit Ye Zhong.

"You bastard, you have a lot of ambitions!"

Ye Zhong ran away in fear.

From this day on, news about Li Congjia kept coming.

When did the fine skin and tender prince Longsun do rough work? In less than half a day, his hands were covered with blood bubbles. The pit dug out could be filled with urination. The foreman was furious. Li Congjia was hungry for one day, and at night, he only drank a bucket of well water.

In the past, he only drank honey water, but this time he drank bitter and salty well water. Li Congjia seemed to cry, but he didn't dare. He was surrounded by workers with solid muscles. Everyone was sleeping soundly, which disturbed others' dreams and would be beaten!

Li Congjia endured it for a night, and the next day he was so hungry that he had no choice but to work hard... By night, the bubbles in his palm had broken three times and became bloody and bloody. He barely got into a small cake the size of a palm. Li Congjia bit the cold and hard cake one by one, and tears flowed from his cheek to his mouth...

By the third day, Li Congjia had no strength and collapsed on the ground. The foreman just asked someone to drag him under the tree. If he could recover, he would continue to work. If he could recover, he would throw him to the mass grave aside.

There are no princes here, only a bunch of lowly Libas!

Really dying!

Li Congjia really felt the loss of life. Perhaps death was also a relief... He fainted, and I don’t know how long it took, but someone poured cold water into his mouth, and Li Congjia came back alive.

The one who feeds him water is a middle-aged man, quite honest.

Take out a small piece of cake from your arms and give it to Li Congjia.

"Those who are in charge of the business are all hard-hearted. We can only help the poor, eat quickly!"

At this moment, Li Congjia's eyes were red.

He ate all the pancakes, but found that he had nothing to thank the other party.

"I, I can write lyrics! How about I, I write lyrics for you?"

The civilian scratched his head, "What are the lyrics? I have only heard of singing songs from temple fairs, which is very nice!"

"I can!"

Li Congjia blurted out, he struggled to get up, cleared his throat, and actually sang it!

The resting husband gradually came over, and more and more people were coming. Everyone closed their eyes slightly and listened to Li Congjia singing, enjoying it very much. They knew that the foreman cursed, so they reluctantly left.

The middle-aged man took out two copper plates, thought for a long time, then put up another one, and stuffed the other to Li Congjia.

See you poorly!

The sixth prince actually had to make a living by singing.

Is there any other way?

Li Congjia asked himself.

I can’t get out of the construction site, and I can’t work and work... I can only die except to please others!

When you reach this point, what kind of face you want and what kind of airs you are doing?

Li Congjia squatted under the shade of the tree and thought for a while. The folks didn't have a lot of rest time. They liked to listen to short verses and popular jokes. They should not be too elegant, but they should not be too popular... After thinking about it for an afternoon, before supper, Li Congjia compiled a paragraph and found two bamboo boards to sing!

"At the end of the Chou and the beginning of the Yin, the sun turned to Fusang. I looked up suddenly and saw the stars in the sky, the stars fighting together, and the clock... The cows kept singing... The mountain song that was played was wild and without any sings, and it didn't cross the stream."

Li Congjia sang fifteen times in a row, singing from one place to another, singing until his voice smoked, and he had thirty copper plates in his hand. He bought ten buns and a bowl of mutton soup.

I squatted on the ground, not long after a while, and ate it clean without any soup left.

It's been three days, this is the first full meal!

Lying under the shade of the trees, looking up at the stars in the sky, Li Congjia couldn't cry anymore. All his thoughts were on tomorrow's meal, and he had to make up a better singing segment...

"If you are poor, you think about change; if you change, you will be clear; if you are full, you will be long!" Zhao Er smiled, "Master, Li Congjia has become a singer, and it's a pity that he can think of it!"

Chai Shouli also smiled and said, "From a dragon son and a grandson, he has become a lower-class man. The face of the old Li family has been thrown away. If he has some backbone, he should commit suicide!"

"I don't think so!" Fu San said without hesitation: "You two are not very smart. Zhao Kuangyi, if you leave your home and arrive in the Jedi, can you fill your stomach? Also, Master Taifu, don't forget that you almost lost your life not long ago! Look, if you two don't work hard, you will sooner or later be surpassed by Li Congjia!"

Chai Shouli was so angry that she looked angry, "Little girl movies, you are very bad. Just like your father, they are so annoying!"

"Yes, I'm just like my father. The Grand Tutor is unique and impressive!"

Chai Shouli rolled his eyes. In order not to be angry to death, he had no choice but to leave early... Ye Hua repeatedly looked at the singing segments compiled by Li Congjia and hummed a few sentences.
Chapter completed!