Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 33
"General Chen, you have worked hard all the way." Yang Xian said with a smile.

"It's not hard. All the wool that the general ordered has been shipped. Please send someone to count and hand it over, Mr. Yang." Chen Heng cupped his fists and said.

Yang Xian nodded, and behind him Lu Mingyi immediately led his officials to take charge of the handover.

After the handover, the wool will be drawn directly to the wool processing workshop. Starting the work one day earlier will make more preparations for this winter.

"Food aspect."

"General Chen, you can rest assured that the military rations shipped to the northern border have been prepared." Yang Xian raised his head and glanced at the sky, then said. "It takes time to hand over wool and army rations. Look at the weather. It may be night after all the work is done. You have been traveling for so long, both men and horses are tired. General Chen might as well rest one night in Yangzhou. Tomorrow Let’s go again.”

Chen Heng pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

What Yang Xian said is based on emotion and reason, and there is no fault in any aspect.In addition, the war in the border areas is not tense during this period, and the military rations are enough for a while, so there is no rush for a day.

The work of counting and handing over grains has its own people to do it.

However, Chen Heng did not follow the arrangement and go to the post house to rest. He became curious and instead followed Yang Xian to the wool processing workshop in the city.

He was very curious as to why Yangzhou City suddenly needed so much wool.

When Chen Heng arrived at the wool processing workshop, he was once again confused when he looked at the equipment in front of him that he had never seen before.

Yang Xian looked at the bags of wool being carried into the workshop and opened a bag. As soon as he opened it, an extremely unpleasant smell of sheep hit his nostrils.

Yang Xian reached into his bag and took out a pile of wool.

Not only is the color yellowish, but the gloss is also very poor.

Chen Heng on the side blushed when he saw this old man.

You must know that they took these wool of such poor quality to Yang Xian to replace it with good autumn harvest grain.

In fact, it is not that these wools are of poor quality.

There is no problem with the quality of the wool of prairie sheep. The problem lies in the way their frontier troops handle it.After slaughtering the sheep on weekdays, they collected the wool and sheepskin and piled them aside randomly.

It's amazing if the quality is good.

But naturally we can't expect the frontier army to have the time and energy to properly handle the wool. All this was within Yang Xian's expectations.

Chen Heng had been paying attention to Yang Xian's expression since just now, and was relieved after seeing that there was no obvious change.

Yang Xian casually stuffed the wool back in his hand, clapped his hands, looked at the workers accompanying him, and said, "You put these wools in the sink to wash them first, and take them out to dry in the morning."

"Yes, sir!"

Since this batch of cashmere was brought out for the common people to keep out the cold, the appearance and appearance were not that important in Yang Xian's opinion.

Yang Xian inspected the workshop, gave some details to the craftsmen, and then turned around and left.

On the way back, Yang Xian and Chen Heng chatted every once in a while.

Yang Xian was basically the one asking, while Chen Heng picked out some answers, mostly about the scenery beyond the Great Wall.

Yang Xian talked about the changes in Yangzhou in the past six months, which made Chen Heng click his tongue as if reading a book from heaven.

No wonder the imperial court was so generous this time and delivered all the food needed by the border army in one go.

According to the past, most of them need to be delivered in batches.

The yield per mu is 1500 kilograms? !My dear, is this something a human can do?

After learning the truth of the matter, Chen Heng's eyes immediately changed when he looked at Yang Xian.

People in the army are like this, simple and direct, giving unlimited respect to the strong.

At night, as usual.

The government office held a banquet to welcome Chen Heng and other border soldiers.

At the banquet.Chen Heng was a little ashamed when he saw his men devouring food one by one. He looked at Yang Xian and explained, "It's been a long time since my brothers have eaten delicious dishes like this, which made Master Yang laugh."

As Chen Heng spoke, he looked at the jar of fragrant braised pork in front of him and swallowed his saliva.

The hard work of being a soldier.

This is especially true for the border troops.

After a few glasses of wine.

Chen Heng also became more talkative, and he began to complain to Yang Xian.

Like their northern border troops, since they often have to go deep into Mobei, in order to avoid exposing their whereabouts, the most they eat is the dry food they carry with the army.

The thing was cold, hard, and unpalatable. After a few sips of water, my stomach immediately swelled. ,

It can satisfy hunger, but the taste is really unpleasant.

After listening to Chen Heng's explanation, Yang Xian nodded to express his understanding.

If you are marching and fighting outside and light a fire to cook at will, the rising smoke will accidentally reveal your location to the enemy.

Especially in an open place like the grassland, doesn't this clearly tell the enemy to come and attack me?

Yang Xian suddenly thought of something and said: "I have thought of a way to make your army cook without any smoke. It will be extremely secretive and will never be discovered by the enemy."

"Master Yang is joking, how can there be no smoke when cooking on the fire? He is not a god." Chen Heng said with a smile.

In his opinion, Yang Xian must be drunk. Scholars just can't drink. After only a few glasses of wine, he started talking nonsense.

"I can do it." Yang Xian chuckled.

Seeing that Chen Heng didn't believe it, he didn't explain much.

After all, it was so late at night that he couldn't dig out a smokeless stove and show it to the other party.

"Hahaha, Mr. Yang is drunk." Chen Heng's face turned red and he laughed.

Day two.

Chen Heng set off back to Peiping on time, but when he came, the convoy was filled with wool, and when he left, it had been replaced by bags full of rice.

Yangzhou has finally solved the hidden dangers of winter.

Lu Mingyi was particularly concerned about the wool processing workshop because he had experienced large-scale freezing to death in the cold winter.

Under his personal supervision.

Within a few days, such a large amount of wool was completely cleaned.

Soon, the entire wool processing workshop began to operate at high speed.

The workers in the workshop were all in an orderly manner, following the methods taught by Yang Xian, and strictly followed each process to complete the work at hand.

Bags of sun-dried wool are pulled into the workshop, and finally come out as white and slightly yellow cashmere.

As time went by, there was less and less wool, and more and more cashmere, and soon it piled up into a hill.

Over there in Peiping.

Seeing the carts of military rations being transported into the military camp, Xu Da raised the corners of his mouth and showed a satisfied smile.

The heart that had been hung for many days was finally completely let go.

"General, you have fulfilled your mission and the army rations have been delivered to the military camp." Chen Heng stepped forward quickly and bowed to Xu Da.

(End of this chapter)