In the whole workshop, while chatting and whispering, his hands were busy. The tinkling sound of beating, sweating like rain.


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


    As for the wings on the north and south sides, Tang Hao has no intention of inventing and creating any more. He simply serves as a warehouse for clothes and coal stoves.


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


    Tang Hao was afraid that they could not bear it, so he specially proposed to raise the wages of these craftsmen.


    The craftsmen who heard the news protested collectively, and their self-esteem was damaged.


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


    "The Marquis really bothered us. The tailor has everything. Everyone is particularly grateful. Now we have to pay more. How can we bear it, those who have received grace!"


    As soon as the voice fell, someone echoed.


    "That''s right! We are all street people in the market. Our ancestors moved here and inherited this craft. They make a living by skills. How can we benefit from benefactors again and again?"


    "We are all rude people, and we know how to avoid food. We hope that Lord Dingbei will take back his words and let us have peace of mind with money!"


    "Hey, Lord, it''s not easy for every family to earn money. You still have a family servant to support. In addition, it costs a lot of money to buy a restaurant. How dare we take more at will? Doesn''t it mean to see us out?"


    What you said to me was actually related to dignity and self-esteem.


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


    Tang Hao, standing in the front hall of the workshop, was a little confused. He shook his sleeves and left without looking back.


    Looking at the figure who turned away, the assembled workshop workers cheered as if they had won a battle.


    Wu Tong looked at the excited craftsmen behind him and trotted all the way to catch up with the figure in front.


    Looking at Tang Hao''s smiling face, he smiled.


    "Lord Hou, don''t be angry."


    "These craftsmen just don''t treat us as outsiders. Although they take money according to their work, they feel bad in their hearts."


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


    "More work, more pay, fairness and justice. Besides, it shouldn''t be too low for us to give them 30 for a coat?"


    In fact, Tang Hao didn''t know much about these people at the grass-roots level of the Tang imperial city.


    In particular, he knew very little about the wage, and the price of thirty Wen was only roughly set by himself.


    With that surprised look in his eyes, Wu Tong knew that Tang Hao would be wrong.


    "Lord, let me tell you so."


    "Do you know that our workshop can solve the livelihood problems of no less than 200 people."


    "Many of these 200 people are the whole family. This is not just a matter of one''s livelihood, but the prosperity of the whole family."


    "Moreover, thirty Wen is quite a lot. The harvest from one day is put in the clothes maker''s daily life, but it''s a month''s profit!"


    The Tang mansion is rich in talent and money. I don''t know. I gave a salary casually. I didn''t expect it to be so high!


    No wonder these people dare not accept it. It turned out that they didn''t want to take the salary.


    Tang Hao stopped slowly, with a touch of embarrassment on his face.


    "Do you know the price of our items?"


    To tell the truth, Wu Tong didn''t calculate this account. From picking, 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 never be too low.


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


    "As soon as we sell these things, we will rush to buy them“


    "One of those coal stoves is priced at 500 Wen. Roughly excluding these 7788, we can make a profit of at least 200 Wen, and we can make a profit of nearly 150 Wen for clothes."


    "These huge profits, compared with these hard-working craftsmen, are so huge that Tang is a little uneasy about these profits."


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


    This price item is not what the street residents dare to expect!


    A simple coal stove consumes nearly half a year''s harvest of ordinary people in imperial city!


    Who can afford it?


    But then again, this thing must have been the darling of aristocrats and rich families at first. It will take time to popularize it to the rural people.


    Looking at Wu Tong''s stare at the bottom of his mouth, Tang Hao smiled.


    "Hey! That''s why I just wanted to raise some wages for these craftsmen."


    "Big profits! It''s quite capitalistic."


    The profiteering industry not only reminds Tang Hao of the capitalists described by the teacher in class.


    Extend the working hours, deduct the wages and squeeze the workers.


    Pitifully, these workers are thin and hard-working, but they can only get enough food and clothing, or even worse.


    "Capitalists?"


    Wu Tong didn''t understand the term, but he yearned in his eyes.


    A 20-year-old boy doesn''t know what''s in his head. It''s amazing that everything comes out at random.


    Thinking of this, Wu Tong''s heart moved.


    "Lord, when will we start selling these things?"


    Tang Hao smiled.


    "Don''t worry, there must be some improvement in the production of glass."


    "At that time, you might as well publicize these coal stoves and clothes at the Jingbao meeting."