Chapter 140 Building a Factory
Pan Yingying curled her lips and winked at the two little girls. The three of them burst into laughter and even woke up Batian.

Batian had no choice but to get up and walk to Yu Chaosheng's side, lie down, put his big head on his legs and continue to sleep.

The weather is getting cold, and Fat Tiger is going to hibernate. Anyone who goes out to play is a fool.

Just then, Lumei ran in excitedly.

"Girl! The caravan is back!"

Pan Yingying sat up straight in an instant and was about to get off the kang.

Yu Chaosheng threw down his pen and got off the kang, "Wait for me."

He grabbed Pan Yingying's cloak from the side and wrapped her tightly, then took his own cloak and put it on, then he took her hand and changed her shoes and walked out.

Yu Qiuer and Yu Chuner looked at each other, the two little girls stuck out their tongues at each other, got off the kang and went to the oven room.

This time, the caravan not only brought back gold, silver and account books, but also brought back a piece of news: there was an earthquake in the southwest, the court was unable to provide disaster relief, there was a serious shortage of food, and there was a tendency for rebellion.

Pan Yingying hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to sell the grain.

The people in the southwest can have food to survive, and she can also make some money.

She looked up the prices of various grains in the mall, and finally bought 200,000 kilograms of the cheapest rice, 10,000 kilograms of salt, and 10,000 kilograms of sugar.

It was arranged that three days later a caravan would take people from the northern district to escort the grain to the southwest for sale.

Pan Yingying set the price of grain very low. Although she loved money, she was not the kind of person who would profit from national disasters.

When she returned to the courtyard, Pan Yingying's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw Yu Chun'er and Yu Qiu'er busy baking bread.

She thought of another good idea to make money in this cold winter!

So that night each family sent a representative to the school ground for a meeting.

The next day, several experienced house builders took their men to the West District.

The captives looked at each other, not knowing what these Taoyuan Village people were going to do.

It was not until five days later that the steamed buns they were given were replaced with five kilograms of large bread.

A prisoner named Lelin was crying while eating sweet bread. If his family could also eat such delicious and filling food, why would he fight?

His wife, children and mother were still waiting for him to bring back food from Dayu. After so much time, he didn't know whether they were still alive or had starved to death.

Just then, Yu Laoer, the mayor of the West District, walked in.

Yu Laoer was holding a thick stack of papers in his hand. It was written by Pan Yingying and asked the maid to help Teng copy it. It was a contract, but he didn't understand it, but he just followed the instructions.

He looked at the group of men with red eyes and moved his neck slightly uncomfortably.

"Well, do you think this black bread tastes good?"

The prisoners all nodded, and Ake said directly, "It's delicious! And it's very filling! It would be great if I could eat it every day!"

Someone brought in a table and chairs. Yu Laoer sat on the chair and put down a thick stack of contracts.

"We have finished the work in our village. You can pack up and go home in the next two days." Yu Lao Er said, ignoring the shocked looks of the captives, "But I want to tell you one thing."

He pointed at the bread in the captives' hands and raised his voice, "We can give you bread to take home first, but you have to pay with horses and sheep. Do you have any objection?"

The captives were even more surprised. “We can really go home? And take this delicious food home with us?”

Yu Laoer said "hmm" and signaled them to be quiet.

"A healthy horse can be exchanged for five of these large loaves, and a sheep can be exchanged for two. If you want other supplies, such as sugar, salt, tea, and cloth, you have to exchange them with what you have."

"This contract is in duplicate. You need to write down your address and have someone you know guarantee it." "If you dare to default on your debt, we in Taoyuan Village will not tolerate it. We will hunt you and your family to the ends of the earth."

At the end, Yu Laoer's voice revealed a hint of ruthlessness.

Although they are all pitiful people, Chaosheng and Yingying are willing to give them a way out, but they have to make threats.

The captives all nodded again. Most of them were forced to work for the royal court and would not get their lives back. Those who truly supported the royal court had already died on the battlefield.

"We in the Tal tribe are best at raising horses. We'll trade them with horses!" Ak raised his hand high.

This is what he learned in the night farming class: you must raise your hand first when asking questions.

Yu Lao Er took out two contracts and waved to him, "Okay, come over here."

Most of them were organized into tribes, and they not only exchanged large loaves of bread, but also a lot of "Buddha Salt", "God Sugar" and tea.

After the contract was signed, Yu Laoer distributed horse-drawn carriages and the supplies they requested to representatives of each tribe. They had to take the supplies back and drive the horses and sheep to Taoyuan Village.

After completing this important task, Yu Laoer finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to be the mayor of the West District before, but no one else wanted to take over this mess. Yu Chaosheng had no choice but to bring some wine to his house and cry to him, saying that he had dreamed of the deceased old man Yu. The old man said that if he had any difficulties, he should go to his second brother, so Yu Laoer was forced to take over.

Thinking about it now, he regrets so much that he beats his chest and stamps his feet. He was fooled by his younger brother.

Being a district chief is a tough job, not to mention taking care of these prisoners. In such a short period of time, he felt that his hairline had moved back a lot.

Fortunately, these prisoners were about to leave, and he could finally put down his heavy responsibility and have a good rest.

Unfortunately, ideals are full and reality is skinny, and Pan Yingying set up a bakery.

Because it is still winter and people cannot farm, everyone in the North District has come to work in the factory.

Yu Lao Er: ...

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A month and a half later, a large group of horses and sheep passed through Tongguan and arrived outside Taoyuan Village.

To express gratitude for the gift from Taoyuan Village, each tribe also gave some extra horses and sheep.

These horses and sheep were placed in the East District, and Pan Dayin was tricked into becoming the district chief of the East District. The person who tricked him was none other than his good wife Liu Juhua.

Pan Dayin: ...

On the way to work, Yu Laoer, who was in charge of the West District, and Pan Dayin, who was in charge of the East District, met at a fork in the road. There was a look of sympathy and mutual understanding in their eyes.

However, Yu Chaosheng also said that he would select assistants for them as soon as possible, which made the two feel better.

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The captives who were able to return home spread the word back to their tribe, and almost the entire grassland knew about Taoyuan Village. The black bread they brought back also became popular among the nomadic people.

Sitting in his tent, chewing black bread and drinking milk tea with "magic sugar", Ake thought it would be great if life could always be like this.

He touched the gray coat on his body, and a very rebellious idea popped into his mind.

If Taoyuan Village could unify the grassland...

But that should be impossible. The grassland royal court is still very powerful, otherwise it would not have been able to control all the tribes, big and small, for their own use.

(End of this chapter)