The Great Tang: World Martial God

Throughout the workshop, while chatting and whispering, I kept busy. Ding Ling banged on one side, sweating like rain.

They are still far apart and do not affect each other.

As for the wing rooms on the north and south sides, Tang Hao currently has no plans to reinvent and create, simply as a warehouse for clothing and coal stoves.

Perhaps it was because the workshop craftsmen came to the new environment and were full of interest. For seven days, the craftsmen worked overtime until it was close to midnight.

Tang Hao was afraid that they would not be able to bear it, so he specifically proposed to increase the wages of these craftsmen.

The craftsmen who heard the news protested collectively, with a somewhat impaired self-esteem.

The young woman was wearing a needle in her hand and shouted at Tang Hao in front of the workshop.

"Master Hou is really sorry for me. This tailor has everything you need. Everyone is very grateful. Now you have to add money. Those of us who have been favored, how can we bear it!"

As soon as the voice fell, someone agreed.

"Isn't it! We are all street villagers in the market. Our ancestors moved here and passed on this craft. How can we benefit from the benefactor's family again and again?"

"We are all vulgar people, and we also know how to avoid the food that comes. We hope that Ding Beihou will take back the words, so that we can take the money and take it at ease!"

"Hi! Lord Hou, it’s not easy for every household to earn money. You still have a house servant to support. In addition, it also costs a lot of money to buy a restaurant. How dare we take more at will? Isn’t this out of favor? Mean?"

What you say to me is actually linking this time with dignity and self-esteem.

There are still people who don't want to add money!

Standing in the front hall of the workshop, Tang Hao's head was a little dazed. He tossed his sleeves and left without looking back.

Seeing the back of the man who turned away and walked away, the gathered craftsmen cheered, as if they had won a battle.

Wu Tong glanced at the craftsmen who were evacuating excitedly behind him, and ran all the way to catch up with the figure in front of him.

Looking at Tang Hao's unhappy cheek, he smirked.

"Master Hou, don't you want to be angry."

"These craftsmen just didn't treat us as outsiders. Although they were paid according to work, they felt uncomfortable in their hearts."

Hearing what Wu Tong said, Tang Hao turned his face and stared suspiciously.

"Working more, getting more, fair and just, besides, we paid them 30 wages for a piece of clothing, shouldn't it be considered low?"

To be honest, Tang Hao didn't know much about the people at the grassroots level in the Datang Imperial City.

In particular, he didn't know much about the wages, and the price of thirty liters was just set roughly by himself.

Meeting the surprised look, Wu Tong knew that Tang Hao would be wrong.

"Master Hou, let your subordinates tell you like this."

"You know that our workshop can solve the livelihood problem of no less than two hundred people."

"Among the two hundred people, many of the entire family squeezed in. This is not just a matter of one person's livelihood, but the entire family's prosperity."

"Furthermore, thirty essays, which is quite a lot. The harvest in one day is left in the clothesmaker's usual life, but one month's profit is made!"

Tang Mansion is rich in money, but I really don’t know it. I didn’t expect that the wages I gave to him would be so high!

No wonder these people are quite unwilling to accept it, because it turns out that they are not as embarrassed to take the wages.

Slowly stopping, Tang Hao showed embarrassment on his face.

"Do you know what the prices of these items are?"

To be honest, Wu Tong didn't calculate this account, from reclaiming, processing, to finished products, how much was consumed and how much was damaged.

But Wu Tong only knows that the price of these new things in the city will definitely not be too low.

With a big hand on Wu Tong's arm, Tang Hao smiled knowingly.

"We, these things, as long as they come out, they will definitely be snapped up!"

"Those coal stoves are priced at five hundred liters, and roughly excluding these seven and eighty-eight, we make at least two hundred liters, and we make a profit close to one hundred and five for one piece of clothing."

"These huge profits are too huge compared to these hard-working craftsmen, so that I, Mr. Tang, these profits are a little uneasy."

Listening to this amount, Wu Tong was a little surprised.

Objects at this price are not what the street citizens dare to expect!

A simple coal stove consumes nearly half a year's harvest of the general public in the imperial city!

Who can pay for it?

But then again, this thing must have been the darling of aristocrats at first, and it will take time to spread to the countryside.

Seeing Wu Tong's stunned expression, Tang Hao smiled.

"Hey! The reason why I just wanted to increase the wages of these craftsmen is because of this."

"The profit is huge! It's quite a capitalist."

The profiteering industry not only reminds Tang Hao of the capitalists mentioned in the classroom.

Extending the working hours will deduct wages and squeeze the workers severely.

Poor these workers are skinny, hard working all their lives, but they can only get enough food and clothing, or even worse.

"capitalist?"

Wu Tong didn't understand this term, but his eyes were longing.

A boy who was only twenty years old, didn't know what was in his head, and everything that came out at his fingertips was extremely convenient and truly amazing.

Thinking of this, Wu Tong's heart moved.

"Master Hou, when shall we start selling these things?"

Tang Hao smiled.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there must be some improvement in Liuli production."

"At that time, I might as well give these coal stoves and clothes a publicity at the Jingbao meeting."