The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

The carriage of a cart is a magnificent journey through the distance.

These carriages are like propaganda teams along the way.

As far as the county along the way, all know that it is to pull the mine.

There is no strong atmosphere of reading in Guanzhong area, and there are not many people in the poetry and heirloom. After all ... the exam also won't win those exam tyrants, so ... it's quite a business atmosphere.

Many people, even with doubts, took the car.

And here in Poruwei, a new city has risen from the ground, where nearly 100,000 Tatars and Han people live here.

Tatar was completely disintegrated. The Ming army could directly tamper with the inside of the Tatar, which made many Tatars have to be sent to the fence except for one Tatar who had to migrate to the barren north.

They were also human beings, and they brought their wives and bandages to the broken prisoners. They thought they were slaves and servants. As a result ... they were surprised to find that the Han people actually placed them.

Powerful, mining on the mountain, there are wealth everywhere on the mountain, there are gold, silver, copper and iron, a large number of rich ores, scattered among the nearby mountains, here before, almost no development, therefore, open-pit iron ore and coal mines are everywhere Yes.

Not only that, there are countless smelting workshops under the mountain. All the ore goes down the mountain to be smelted. Eventually, it will become a piece of pig iron, and the coal will be crushed into powder, and then the impurities will be removed.

The gold, silver and copper here are people's favorite extractives. They produce more than 3,500 kilograms of gold each year, more than tens of thousands of kilograms of silver, and a large amount of copper ore. Finally, copper ingots are made.

And this ... is just the early mining.

In the first two years, the output was not high because the road to the mountain was rugged and the energy was spent on the construction of the road. Now, according to Fang Jifan ’s method, people directly set up one by one directly in the mining area along the smelting workshop. Wooden rails, on the track, can be used by cars.

In the future, the output of various ores and smelted gold, silver, copper and iron will continue to double.

Men mine, women may be responsible for bringing children, and live cooking. Of course ... the average person also raises dozens of cattle and sheep.

The Tatars are not inherently cruel. It's just that under the harsh environment, there is no other way out.

Now, it is possible to settle steadily. Wife and children can eat and drink without having to follow men around, relying on wages and sold cattle and sheep. Many Tatars are very satisfied with this.

A stable and prosperous life is what people expect. Especially, Tatar men have great strength and endurance. They often dig more ore.

The head of the mining area is Deng Jian.

According to the order of Fang Duwei, Director Deng took piece-rate compensation. Whoever extracts more ore will pay more.

After one month, I sold my strength and had one or two or two silvers. This amount is not enough for the Tatars or ordinary Hans.

People settled along the Yellow River, with canyons on both sides, like all the landforms of the Hexi Corridor. The city scales along the southern side of the Yellow River and continues to expand, forming narrow and long living areas.

The people here are all stained with gray, and countless merchants will bring food.

Of course, there are many Han and Tatars grazing and cultivating nearby.

The food here is expensive, even if the land is barren and the food produced is small, it is enough for a farmer to feed a family.

As usual, Deng Jian tilted his feet and sat in the general manager's hall for tea.

He likes reading recently.

Reading makes people happy.

Although he did not recognize many words, it did not prevent him from holding a piece of "Spring and Autumn" upside down and chewing repeatedly.

The book is slightly yellow.

Obviously, it has been watched a lot.

Deng Jian was eating peanuts, and occasionally, he lifted the warm rice wine and took a sip.

After reading the book, he put it down and neatly stacked it in the pile of "Book of Rites", "Zuo Zhuan", "Gongsun Yang" and "Guliang Biography" on the case.

"General Manager Deng, General Manager Deng ..."

Youwen came in a hurry, and as soon as he saw Director Deng fiddle with his book, he immediately apologized.

"No shouts, no rules." Deng Jian said with a straight face.

He grew a little beard, because he came to Hexi, so there was some vicissitudes in his face, he hated that someone was shocked, not like it.

"Yes, yes, villain."

"Manager Deng," the Wenli said again: "Suddenly a lot of horses and horses came, all of them came to buy pig iron. There are so many, I can't see the end."

Deng Jian didn't have many expressions on his face: "Buy just buy, is there not much pig iron in haste?"

"Yes, yes, I just feel weird, and there is a letter from Fang Duwei here."

What ... Master.

The expression of Deng Jian changed when he thought of Master.

He will never forget the time he spent with the young master.

Master is such a good person, since he has suffered a brain disorder, he still takes care of himself. After so many years, his wife and concubine have already been in groups, and now live in the most gorgeous mansion in the mining area, there are more than a dozen girls At any time, there are nine sons, not many daughters, and four or five are coming?

All in all, although I am still satisfied with the status quo, Deng Jian can never forget someone in the car ... my dearest young master.

"Bring a letter."

The mandarin took the letter forward.

Deng Jian opened it. At first glance, he realized that he didn't seem to know many words.

So he threw the letter to the official: "Come and read."

Where did Wen Li dare to be indifferent, stood beside Deng Jianjian, glanced at the correspondence, and remained silent for a moment before hesitating: "Dog-like things."

Deng Jian suddenly emerged, and raised his hand to give this clerk a slap: "Who are you scolding? This director is also scolding you. This is a mining area, no matter what the world accepts. After you, believe it or not. "

Wen Li was overthrown on the ground, almost crying, busy getting up, barely squeezing out his smile, and touching his bulging cheek: "General Deng, this is written in the letter, the first sentence written in the letter , Just like dogs. "

Deng fitness shocked.

No wonder ... no wonder this dog-like thing, these six words, are so kind ... it turned out to be the master said.

All of a sudden, Deng Jian's eyes were wet.

He remembered the days and nights where he was waiting next to the young master. The young master also shouted himself like this. Comfortable. These long-lost six words suddenly gave Deng Jian a kind of warmth in his hometown.

The corners of his eyes were wet, and he sucked his nose hard. The young master remembered me and remembered the past.

"Keep reading."

"Dog-like things, the price of pig iron rises by 50%, sell one less copper coin, and kill you!"

Huh ... comfortable ...

"Really?" Deng Jianxi smiled.

Ai Ai said: "Yes, that's what it says."

"Bring a letter."

The letter was handed over and over again and again, and only a few words were recognized. This must have been the book written by the young master. Deng Jian wanted to cry again when he thought about it. The rice wine on the case, took a sip, a hot, into the throat, use the teachings of the young master to drink, quickly!

"Command to continue, increase the price, increase the price for me!"

"Yes!"

The pig iron of a car is loaded.

Countless merchants and administrators are too lazy to bargain because the price of pig iron here is too low. If this thing is shipped to the capital, the price can be at least five times higher.

It's been a long day now.

So, quickly loaded the car, and immediately brought dry food, and immediately left.

And here in the mining area, obviously, production must also be stepped up. In order to recruit more people, the wages have risen a lot. However, the necessities of life that were originally tense have become flooded, and prices have fallen a lot.

This way.

The Han and Tatar people here are all boiling.

The standard of living, less than half a month, directly doubled.

Even the women of Tatar volunteered themselves.

No one wants to live a good life. In the past, Tatars had to rob, and now ... they can rely on strength.

These women are often the heads of the family, because men often have to go out, so Tatar women often belong to the masters of the family.

Among these mountains, there are countless cattle and sheep, there are boardwalks along the mountains, there are warehouses, and many smelting workshops, smoking black smoke.

And countless carts and horses, walking back and forth along the corridor, like a snake ...

………

Fang Jifan ignored the noise of the trading market.

He actually doesn't like businessmen.

These guys who have forgotten their interests have no sense of responsibility to the people. They will selfishly and infinitely magnify. In order to make profits, they wish to sell their wives and children.

But ... what does it matter?

Even if they are worse, can they be better than the scum king? Can Zhu Xiucai be bad?

As long as it is properly used, it can turn waste into treasure.

The first section of rails has been completely released.

Zhu Houzhao pulled Fang Jifan ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to the hot workshop. Fang Jifan saw the rail in front of him, half a meter long, good guy, very thick, but this section of rails needed to make tens of thousands Even tens of thousands of pieces, this is silver.

Fang Jifan couldn't help feeling emotion, it's not easy to be true. If it weren't for the accumulation of the original capital by the wrongdoers, how to build the road? Nothing, this Nima's is all silver, countless silver.

Zhu Houzhao patted Fang Jifan's shoulder: "Lao Fang, do you want to cry again?"

"No." Fang Jifan shook his head and said: "I just think that there are still a lot of good people in the world. I love this world and everyone."

Zhu Houzhao shivered: "Just ..."

"what?"

Zhu Hou Zhao said during the period: "Now, the price of pig iron has risen eightfold, and it is still rising. Many merchants are simply hoarding goods. If this continues, I'm afraid ... countless steel stoves.

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Fourth tomorrow morning.