After dealing with Mo Jiazi, the 'internal problem', the entire central army tent immediately returned to harmony. Now, they were all as black as crows in the world.
No, it should be said that Mo Jiazi was even blacker. In terms of actual value, the benefits that Mo Jiazi obtained were even more than that of Hou Junji.
Hou Junji looked around and said in a clear voice, "There is only one topic for this gathering, and that is, the western expedition is over. It is time to report the victory to the imperial court."
"Report the victory!"
The generals could not help but show joy. Now that Gao Chang had fallen, and the Western Turks had fled thousands of miles away, the Tang Army's strategy of the western expedition had all been achieved, and it was a complete victory. This was a great victory.
Moreover, they believed that this victory report would certainly satisfy the imperial court, and the generals could be rewarded according to their contributions.
Xue Wanjun was the first to nod and support, "We are already thousands of miles away from the Tang Dynasty, and communication is not smooth. I'm afraid that the imperial court is already anxious. Once our victory report is out, it will certainly make His Majesty feel at ease and all the officials in the imperial court feel at ease."
"That's right. Now that Gao Chang has been decided, as for how to deal with Gao Chang and Qu Zhisheng, it is still up to the officials in the imperial court to decide. I'm waiting to write, just listen to orders," Niu Jinda said rudely. The other generals nodded one after another. They only cared about marching and fighting, and how to deal with Gao Chang would depend on the decision of the imperial court.
Hou Junji nodded and said, "In that case, this general will send the victory report to the imperial court."
Soon, a detailed victory report had been written under the eyes of all the generals. Hou Junji was not stingy with listing the merits of all the generals one by one. Of course, the one with the most color was the Firearms Supervisor led by Mo Jiazi. After all, such a merit as breaking the city in one shot could not be concealed.
As the report of victory was quickly sent out, the generals dispersed. What they needed to do next was to stabilize the situation in Gao Chang and wait for the next order from the Imperial Court.
Mo Jiazi didn't stay idle either. After the meeting was over, he directly led Zhang Mu to the cotton workshop and wine workshop in Gao Chang City to take over.
When they heard the news, the generals couldn't help but smile knowingly. As everyone knew, Zhang Mu was a craftsman brought to the Firearms Division by Mo Jiazi. He was proficient in all kinds of ink techniques. Once Zhang Mu took action, the two ink techniques that made Gao Chang famous would be no secret to the Mo Clan at all.
"This is Bai Diezi? It's really not bad! "In Gaochang's White Die Workshop, Moton picked up an exquisite piece of white die and praised it incessantly.
"Replying to Merton! The weaving technique of Bai Diezi was introduced from India by King Gao Chang. It's my honor to be praised by Merton, "the supervisor of the cotton workshop said excitedly.
Logically speaking, as the chief culprit who broke the city of Gao Chang, the people of Gao Chang should gnash their teeth at Mo Jiazi. However, the attitude of the craftsmen in Gao Chang was unclear. Mo Jiazi was a legendary figure in their eyes and the leader of the craftsmen. Even in Gao Chang, he was still famous, and all kinds of deeds were widely spread.
Especially this time, Mo Jiazi showed the power of craftsmen with gunpowder and conquered the craftsmen in Gao Chang at once.
"This method is very different from the textile technology of the Tang Dynasty. After introducing it to the Tang Dynasty, there will be mutual verification and improvement," Meton nodded and said.
The supervisor of the cotton workshop on the side was moved and his eyes showed desire. "Merton, please show mercy. I wonder if I can follow Merton to the Tang Dynasty."
"You also want to go to the Tang Dynasty?" Meton could not help but be surprised.
This time, he mainly took blacksmiths and carpenters with him. As for the cotton workshop, Mo Jiazi mainly wanted to learn the technology and collect fine cotton seeds. He did not ask to take the workers of the cotton workshop with him. Moreover, the Tang Dynasty did not lack such people. He did not expect that the other party would take the initiative to ask to go to the Tang Dynasty.
The supervisor of the workshop nodded and said, "Of course. The Tang Dynasty is the land of the Central Plains, the richest place in the world. Who doesn't want to go there?"
The surrounding cotton craftsmen nodded and could not help showing a yearning look. Although Gao Chang was much richer than the surrounding countries, the craftsmen at the bottom still had a hard time.
Meton suddenly realized that the current Tang Dynasty had a much higher international status than the United States in the future. Naturally, it was a place that everyone yearned for, not to mention that they were following the famous Mo Jiazi this time.
"But now the Mo Family Village is no longer involved in the cotton textile business," Meton said with difficulty.
The group of cotton craftsmen could not help but show a disappointed look. This was the best chance for them to get rid of their fate. The Western Regions were in constant war and could not be as peaceful as the Central Plains.
"However, there is a village called Ma Jia Village in the northwest that is engaged in the cotton textile business. If you are willing, I can settle you down there. I can guarantee that you will not have to worry about food and clothing." Moton's heart skipped a beat as he thought of the chess piece he had unintentionally set up.
The Ma Village had just risen and was probably in need of manpower. And the skilled cotton craftsmen in Gao Chang were probably the talents that the Ma Village urgently needed.
"As long as we can work in the Tang Dynasty, we don't dare to expect to work in Chang 'an." The supervisor of the cotton workshop said happily. As long as they could work in the Tang Dynasty, they would be satisfied, not to mention the work that Mo Jiazi personally arranged.
Surprisingly, the craftsmen of the cotton workshop, who were not supposed to be taken away, rushed to work in the Tang Dynasty. However, the wine craftsmen that Mo Jiazi asked to bring back to the Tang Dynasty were extremely resistant to going to the Tang Dynasty. They even destroyed the secret skill, which caused a big disturbance.
When Meton arrived at the wine workshop, he saw the two parties in a stalemate.
"Young Master, please forgive me. I, Zhang Mu, have let you down." Zhang Mu stepped forward and repeatedly apologized.
"What's the matter?" Meton frowned and asked.
Zhang Mu had to tell him the whole story with a wry smile. At first, he went to the wine workshop to ask for the secret recipe, but the winemakers were extremely uncooperative and even destroyed the wine-making process.
Although he had profound attainments in the ink technique, he only mastered 80% of the secret skill of wine-making, and one or two top-secret techniques were hidden by the winemakers.
Moreover, the group of winemakers was even more reluctant to go to the Tang Empire. Knowing the secret skill was one thing, but whether they could make grape wine or not was another thing. Only experienced winemakers could possibly make grape wine successfully. In addition, Zhang Mu was not a military officer, so he was soft-hearted. That was why such a big disturbance was caused.
"We can make wine for Merton, but the wine-making workshop must stay in Gao Chang. We can't go to the Tang Dynasty." An old winemaker with gray hair said firmly. Even in the face of the famous Mo Jiazi, he still insisted.
Meton stared at the old winemaker in front of him and immediately understood that this person was the backbone of the wine workshop. He couldn't help but frown and say, "I admit that the wine in Gao Chang is unique. However, it's a long way to transport the wine from Gao Chang to the Tang Dynasty. Only rich places like Chang 'an and Luoyang can sell the wine. The transportation cost is more than ten times the wine-making cost. Once the wine workshop is moved to the Tang Dynasty, the price can be lowered and the market in the Tang Dynasty can be opened. That will be the road to the glory of the wine in the future."
In this era, the biggest cost was the transportation cost. Gao Chang was too far away from the Tang Dynasty. How much did the grapes cost? The journey of 7,000 miles was the biggest cost of the wine.
The Old Man couldn't help but smile bitterly and say, "Merton is worthy of the name Shi Chengjin. He pointed out the weakness of the wine in Gao Chang. I also believe that the wine will definitely be carried forward in Mo Jiazi's hands. If it weren't for the fact that the Old Man is reluctant to leave those fruit farmers, he would definitely follow Merton without hesitation."
"Fruit farmers?" Meton couldn't help but be surprised. Only then did he understand why the old winemaker refused to go to the Tang Dynasty.
The old winemaker nodded and said, "Yes, Gao Chang has a unique climate and is rich in grapes. However, how many grapes can Gao Chang alone consume? Besides, grapes can't be eaten as rice. In desperation, Gao Chang brewed the grapes into wine in exchange for money and food. Once we leave, the wine factory will close, and those fruit farmers will suffer heavy losses. They will no longer have a livelihood. Merton, please be magnanimous and love the people of Gao Chang with impartiality. "
The old winemaker obviously had some knowledge. He even mentioned the Mo Family's philosophy of love with impartiality.
Meton couldn't help but laugh and say, "That's not difficult. If I can find a job as a fruit farmer, I can earn even more than making wine. Then, won't you be able to go to the Tang Dynasty without worry?
"Earn more than making wine?" The old winemaker couldn't help but be stunned.
Meton got up and wiped his sweat. It was just the beginning of summer, but Gao Chang was already unbearably hot. Waves of heat hit Meton, and he couldn't help but think of a famous delicacy in the future. It was a delicacy that could only be produced in this basin in the country — raisins.
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