Tens of thousands of people poured into the small Qingyun Valley, making Li Xian very busy. You know, these people were almost all disabled soldiers, the best of them had lost a few fingers, and the worst of them had lost both arms. It was really a huge challenge to take care of tens of thousands of people like this.
Not to mention, the wounded soldiers were coming, and their families were coming too—they were about to arrive and were still packing their belongings; it was estimated that 30,000 people would pour into the valley in the next ten days.
The food and fodder sent from Anyang City were stored in piles, and the factory managers were loudly recruiting workers; the scene was in chaos; but it was obvious that most of the disabled soldiers were very happy, and they shouted loudly about their skills and their specialties. As for the manpower problem, it was estimated that there would be no headache for a long time.
Li Xian gave these disabled soldiers the same salary as ordinary craftsmen. To put it bluntly, the reason why these disabled soldiers were disabled was that they fought for the Li family.
The Great Xia Kingdom is now on the verge of collapse, and places like Anyang are actually the back garden of the Li family. Facing his own back garden, Li Xian is also very attentive.
In the evening, Song Xing and his party arrived, exhausted. They had been traveling continuously and frantically. They had not rested for more than three days and had been riding horses almost the entire time.
"Thank you for your hard work." Seeing the four people who were exhausted from the journey, Li Xian was really touched. According to Li Xian's idea, it would be enough for them to reach Wuyang City in three days, but they actually ran back and forth in three days.
"Young Master, the three young masters said that within three days, 2,500 shi of textile materials will be delivered, and the three young masters will come in person; we have been on the road for a day and a half, and they will be here the day after tomorrow. In addition, the Wang family's neon light company has imitated our lights!" Without saying a word, Song Xing untied the package from his back and explained what he had learned.
"Wang family?" Li Xian said with a hint of sarcasm, "You did a good job. Sir, give them one tael of gold each as a reward for their hard work, and offset Song Xing's expenses. In addition, reward Song Xing with 50 taels of gold."
"Thank you, young master." Song Xing was overjoyed.
After Song Xing and the others left, Xu Ren suddenly said, "Master, you gave too much."
"A lot?" Li Xian shook his head. "Not much. Sir, what are you all working so hard for? To put it bluntly, it's just one word: 'profit'. I just want to tell them that as long as they do things for me, I will definitely reward them. And those who do the right thing will be rewarded greatly. Those who do important things, or even take the initiative to do important things, will be rewarded generously! The rewards must at least exceed their expectations, so that we can truly unite people's hearts."
Xu Ren smiled bitterly, "Master, I know you are right, but there are only more than 300 taels of gold left in the treasury, which is not enough to pay the wages of the craftsmen next month."
Li Xian laughed heartily, "Sir, you should quickly build a second treasury. It is estimated that 10,000 taels of gold will be deposited into the treasury before the New Year. Haha... Sir, please see the miracle created by industrial power."
After returning to the research department, everyone opened the colored lanterns produced by the Wang family and inspected them.
After carefully checking all the colored lights, Tang Rong came to the conclusion: "With the switch and the imitation of our grounding wire technology, it has a service life of one year. The only difference from us is that it does not have a glass shell."