"How has the needlework workshop's income been lately?" After returning to the study in the government office, Yang Zhengshan continued asking.
"Income has dropped somewhat, especially after news of the defeat came from beyond the pass. The pass city lowered its gates, and the cloth shoes we sewed still haven't been sold!" As Old Li spoke, he found the account books and the silver box and handed them to Yang Zhengshan.
Before leaving the pass, Yang Zhengshan had helped the needlework workshop take several orders for sewing clothes. Though the profit was not very high, it still counted as a decent source of income.
As for the cloth shoes, with the army going out on campaign, almost all the military men in the pass city had followed the army out, so the cloth-shoe business had been affected quite a bit.
Yang Zhengshan casually flipped through the account book, then set it down.
"Don't stop the needlework workshop. It doesn't matter if the shoes can't be sold. Store them first and sell them later!"
"Let's do this. From now on, we'll change the model. We won't wait until the shoes are sold before settling everyone's silver. We'll settle and pay out silver to everyone on a fixed schedule every month!"
Yang Zhengshan thought about it, then said.
Right now, the needlework workshop still had some silver. Of course, this silver could be said to be his, or it could be said to belong to the entire needlework workshop.
But Yang Zhengshan did not take this bit of silver to heart, so he had never put it into his own pocket. It had always been used to subsidize the military households.
After giving a few simple instructions, Yang Zhengshan went back to his room to rest.
When they were beyond the pass,