Xing Jiejie was sitting on the pile of grain, patted the iron bowl in his hand, and whispered: "I've sent the money, I've sent the money! I've received the money and went to have a meal!"

A group of labor workers who transported grain came over and shouted: "From the festival level, there is a lot of grain we are moving today, so we should increase our wages!"

Xing Jiejie said, "Wage is the number set by the yamen. Who dares to increase it! I ate better today, except for rice and vegetables, each person has a piece of meat!"

The people below were clamoring, some were willing, and some were unwilling. They would give away any meat, and they would eat whatever they wanted.

Xing Jiejie kept patting the iron bowl in his hand, and the crowd gradually calmed down, and then said: "What's the quarrel? The wages are fixed. No matter how much you carry a day, it's enough for one hundred yuan! If you move too much, you will have wine and meat for you. What else are you not satisfied with!"

After saying that, Xing Jiejie sighed: "You are not aware of the painstaking efforts of the General Administration. It is not that you can't hire you. There are so many people in the Yingtianxiang Army, just send some people to move. Hiring you to work means using work for relief. Do you understand? Now everything is going to be invented. If the yamen doesn't hire you, where can you do things? Where do you go to make money? If you don't have money, how can you live? If you don't move more, you will give more. Do you still need so many of you here? Naturally, you have enough strength and earn all the money."

Xing Jiejia said this every few days, and everyone knows this truth. But when it comes to the days when I live a lot, I still clamor for raising my wages. It seems that if I don’t make a few quarrels, these lie guys feel sorry for themselves.

In fact, Yingtianxiangjun was not alone, and they were arranged to build roads and bridges everywhere. There were no idle people except women and children. Yingtianxiangjun had organizational discipline and various projects, so they were given priority. If they were not enough, they would hire the people in the city. When using Yingtianxiangjun, they only paid fifty cents a day, but they paid money according to their daily lives. Whether they were busy or idle, they had to pay whether they had to live or not.

Du Zhongxiao did intentionally to make the wages dead, so that the Ding Zhuang in the city could do as much as possible, make money, and not have idle troubles. The wages employed by the government and the people were slightly higher than those employed by the private, one hundred cents a day, and one dinner was managed. Hequ Road was in the border area, which was more favorable than the mainland, and it was more than this meal at night. If a private worker was hired, it would be less than 100 cents a day, and the price of passing through Shengzhou City was seventy or eighty cents a day.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Xing Jiewei took a small box from behind, opened it, took out a large stack of paper, and said, "From today, the general money will be used for Hequ Road. The government will give money, and even our salary will be the same. Unless the amount is more than ten cents, you will not be able to exchange for copper coins. You are all small families, and it is not easy to use if the denomination is large. I specially took twenty cents a piece, five for each person."

After hearing this, the people below began to clamor. Someone whispered loudly: "The copper coins are heavy in their hands, so naturally they know that they are money. How can these printed papers be used as money? What should I do if I take them to buy things and the owner doesn't sell them?!"

Xing Jiejie said: "The heavy money is money? Then why don't you pick up stones and spend it? The General's Mansion has a list of articles. Who dares not charge money? You can report it to the official at any time. The official will punish people heavily! I told you a long time ago that our salary is also a money-related entries. It is difficult to drink if you can't buy anything!"

Someone said, "But we don't know the words, how do we know how much it costs? What should we do if someone says 100 words?"

Xing Jiejie said: "If you don't know the word, you will always count. How many copper coins are printed on it? You can't count them! You can't even count them. You'd better not spend money! Don't make noise, come up and get the money obediently! If you don't want it, stand aside and don't delay others!"

Seeing that Xing Jie's voice and expression were harsh, everyone did not dare to clamor and came up to collect the money one by one.

In this era, many people did not recognize the words. The government announced the list everywhere and popularized the differences in various denominations. The minimum denomination was five-citree, with five copper coins printed on it, which was obvious at a glance. Then there were ten-citree, twenty-citree and fifty-citree, ten-citree, and ten-citree, and one string, two strings, and five strings printed on the money entries. There were one hundred and five hundred strings printed on the money entries. The maximum denomination was Yizheng, with a silver ingot printed on it.

The main color of the five-mon coins is black, the main color of ten, twenty-mon and fifty-mon characters is cyan, one hundred and five-mon characters are vermilion, and the usual main color is golden yellow. The characteristics are very obvious, and there are differences in size, which can be seen at a glance.

The patterns printed on the Qianyin are very exquisite, and come from famous artists, and are difficult to imitate. Machine printing is also clearly different from small workshops.

After getting the money, many people are worried, fearing that they will not be able to buy things tomorrow and will become waste paper. They discussed and went out in the evening and bought whatever they could. Only by changing it to rice can they feel at ease.

Xing Jiewei also distrusts money in his heart, but there is no way for officials to accept it first. Starting from issuing money, all official expenses on Hequlu are induced by money, whether it is purchasing materials or the salaries of officials.

At night, Shengzhou City was particularly lively. The vendors seemed to have a tacit understanding and bought the business early and closed the doors one after another. The money was involuntarily caused them to buy it, and the government forced them to buy it again, so they simply stopped doing business. The same is true for the shops, except for a few, most of them closed down.

The people who were attracted by the money went out of their homes and wandered around the streets. When they saw the shops that opened, they rushed over. As long as they were something they could use, they would buy it first, and many things had increased their prices.

Liang Dupeng looked at the customers in the shop, then looked at the crowds surging on the street, and whispered to Wang Pu: "Mr. The shops next to him are no longer doing business, for fear of receiving money. Should we learn from them? Not to mention whether money can be used in the future, it depends on the price increase of many shops today. Money can't be used as copper coins. Even if you can buy things, the price is probably higher than copper coins."

Wang Pudao: "This is a matter decided by the General Manager's Mansion. How could it not be used as copper coins? As you said, the price of using money is higher than that of using copper coins. Where is Du Jieshuai's face? Don't worry, if you mess up in the first few days, it will be settled soon."

Mr. Liang Du Peng was a little worried and said, "Or what if we learn from other shops, we can increase the price?"

Wang Pudao: "The price increase now is to make old customers feel disappointed, and in a few days, it will be ridiculous. Supervisors, doing business is a long-term thing, and you cannot be greedy for small profits for a while."

While the two were talking, a man came over and looked at the store full, saying, "Master, you don't have any empty space here. I don't know if you can sell me some mutton and go home and cook it."

Liang Dupeng pointed to the person who was squatting by the roadside and eating noodles and said, "There is no seat, you can eat outside. Looking at those customers, they bought the noodles in our store. Isn't it the same there?"

The man shook his head repeatedly: "I am a decent person, how could I squat on the side of the road to eat? I sold me some mutton and went home and cooked it."

Liang Dupeng wanted to persuade him again, but Wang Pu stopped him and said to the person who came: "There are still some mutton in my store, but they are all cooked. If you want to buy it, you can give it to you at the price in the store. If you don't take it any action, you think it tastes delicious, come to the store to use some wine and food in the future."

After saying that, he asked the number and ordered the servant to go in and cut the meat.

The man picked up the meat and was about to pay for it, but suddenly asked again: "Master, I wonder if I can sell me some more wine? Let's go home and drink a few glasses."

Wang Pu didn't care and sold his bottles of wine, all of which were sold at the normal price. The man thanked him so much, took out the money and took the bill, and walked away quickly with the wine and meat. Soon, a few more people came, and they were all buying wine and meat, and the money they used to pay the bill.

Liang Dupeng said helplessly: "The news must be spreading, and they all came to our store to buy it. They just wanted to use money to attract it. They thought that other stores would not do their business, or that other stores had already raised prices."
Chapter completed!