Clothes …
Clothes again!
This was the topic that Zhang Feng heard the most today.
At this time, Zhang Feng was silent.
Gan Zhiyuan seemed to have noticed Zhang Feng's silence at this time and could not help but ask in surprise, "Dean, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Feng did not leave. Looking at the construction site that was bustling with activity not far away, he said, "Old Gan, tell me the truth. Are you all wearing unlined clothes?"
Gan Zhiyuan was stunned.
He said indifferently, "We're the ones who put in the effort, so we can't wear thick clothes. Once we wear them, we won't be able to see anyone in less than three days."
"Then, you were peeling the bark just now to make clothes?"
Zhang Feng interrupted Gan Zhiyuan and said, "Old Gan, what are these people peeling the bark for?"
In an instant.
Gan Zhiyuan was silent.
Looking at Zhang Feng's strange expression, he began to falter.
"Well, it's going to be Chinese New Year soon, and the construction site needs wood. We're thinking of getting some bark while we're cutting down trees and hiring people to make some clothes. After all, thanks to the dean, we've made a lot of money this year …"
"So … my brothers wanted to buy some new clothes. I was worried, so I followed them. I didn't expect to run into the dean … But we definitely didn't delay the construction. I can guarantee this with my head!"
Zhang Feng's breathing could not help but become a little rapid.
Looking at the craftsmen who were peeling the bark and the craftsmen who were curled up in the corner, Zhang Feng suddenly felt that he seemed to have failed.
No wonder the old scholar and Yu Shinan advised him not to go out again and to stay in the Academy and deal with the Academy's affairs.
Zhang Feng did not understand before.
But now, Zhang Feng finally understood.
Things outside were a mess, and things at home were still a mess. What was there to do?
There was simply no way to do it.
Zhang Feng took a deep breath and pointed at the textile factory. "Old Gan, let me ask you. Do you know what this place is used for?"
Gan Zhiyuan saw Zhang Feng's dignified look and didn't dare to be careless. He hurriedly said, "I don't know, but I heard that it is a textile factory. It should be a weaving workshop. We have no right to ask the dean's decision. We only know how to do what we should do."
Over the course of a few months, Zhang Ruochen had been in a daze.
Gan Zhiyuan could clearly feel the changes on the mountain. Among the people he brought here, as well as the people he called here before, almost every craftsman was paid ten copper coins a day. No matter where they were, they would receive such a high salary.
The most important thing was that every three to five days, they could go to the cafeteria and have a free meal when the students were teaching.
There was plenty of wine and meat!
Furthermore, he would pay his salary on time every month, and he would never be late. These were enough for a stone golem to fuse, right?
They were the lowest of the low, but in this place, they received the same treatment as the students. Sometimes, the students even had to come here to work, and work together with them.
It was just like that.
In this world, perhaps only White Deer College was like this.
Zhang Feng's heart was slowly changing without him knowing. After a moment of silence, Zhang Feng said, "This is indeed a textile factory. In the future, it will be one of the largest textile factories in the Tang Dynasty. Every day, there will be white cloth produced here, and thousands of clothes will be distributed from here. This is my purpose for setting up this textile factory."
Gan Zhiyuan didn't know whether Zhang Feng could do it or not. He also didn't know whether Zhang Feng's words, which they didn't even dare to dream of, would come true. However, they believed in Zhang Feng. They believed that Zhang Feng would definitely do it.
However, what was the meaning of Zhang Feng's words?
He didn't understand, so he could only nod.
Zhang Feng didn't explain anything. He took a deep breath and said, "Old Gan, count the workers here. How many are there? Isn't it just winter clothes? If I can't even do this, my position as the dean will be over. Quickly count the number of people and send them to my courtyard. "
As he spoke, Zhang Feng left in a hurry.
After Zhang Feng left, the craftsmen who had already noticed Zhang Feng quickly surrounded him and asked what the dean was doing here.
Gan Zhiyuan's mind was only filled with Zhang Feng's words.
He took a deep breath and scolded, "What the hell are you all doing here? Can't you see that the dean is unhappy? The dean just told me that he's making clothes for you frozen ghosts. If you don't work hard, don't even think about it! "
Hearing this.
All the craftsmen were in an uproar.
"The dean is making winter clothes for us?"
"Is this true?"
"I told you that this is a textile factory. There's a shortage of winter clothes everywhere in the world. But where are we? This is White Deer College. It definitely won't happen here! "
Amidst the uproar, the craftsmen on the mountain were boiling.
Winter clothes, even the cheapest paper clothes, cost a hundred copper coins. Even they couldn't bear to buy it, let alone so many people at home.
Now, the dean actually said that he was going to give them. What was this?
This was truly a joyous occasion!
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