New Ming Empire mixed in America

Six days had passed since Joyce presented the plans, and the brickyard still had not been successfully built.

It’s not because of anything else, it’s because there are not enough workers.

Originally, there were more than 300 local workers who came after being instigated by Li Mingqi.

He thought these workers were enough, but he did not expect that more than two hundred people would be needed just for the seemingly simple task of eradicating weeds.

Not only does the location of the weapons factory need to be weeded, but a road also needs to be cleared from the dock to here.

The reserved space for other factories had to be cleared in advance, so the area that needed to be weeded and cut down was quite large, which resulted in the workers having to stop other work to weed.

People who have been through wilderness may still have some impressions of wasteland. Overgrown weeds do not describe the scene of grassland.

Weeds that are knee high or even half as tall as a person abound here, mixed with some small trees and shrubs.

The efficiency of working with sickles and axes alone was really unsatisfactory. So Li Mingqi couldn't bear it and bought some hand saws and Chinese version of sickles, and updated the original tools.

By the way, there are also herbicides. Paraquat, a magical herbicide, can quickly kill weeds. In a few days, these dry and dead weeds can be cut down and burned.

So for a period of time, workers carrying watering cans and spreading herbicides could be seen everywhere on the site of the weapons factory.

Herbicides have a very unpleasant smell and may even be dangerous if they stick to your body.

But if the workers are all local workers, then it doesn’t matter.

Distributing masks and gloves is already a sign of mercy from His Majesty the Emperor.

In order to keep up with the progress, His Majesty the Emperor also thoughtfully prepared Fengyoujing for the workers who stayed up late to work. This stuff not only refreshes the mind but also repels mosquitoes.

As for the bricks needed to build the factory, Li Mingqi has already sent people to San Francisco to purchase them.

San Francisco, which has been undergoing major construction due to gold mining in recent years, has a lot of masonry, stone, and wood.

Anyway, just place an advertisement directly in the San Francisco newspaper. There are many companies willing to take over this kind of business.

At this time, a middle-aged man with curly hair named Daniel was holding a pipe and bending over to wave the sickle in his hand.

The quality of this sickle is really good. Sometimes it can cut small pebbles without breaking.

Even though he had been using it for several days, Daniel was still a little unfamiliar with the curved shape. He had to be careful every time he swung it to avoid cutting his calf.

When this kind of sickle was first issued, many people had their calves cut by the sharp blade, and one unlucky guy even had a piece of flesh cut off.

So all the workers who used sickles later had a wooden board tied to their calves. Although it was a little inconvenient when working, it was better than safety.

And the unlucky guy who cut off a piece of meat was Tom next to Daniel.

"Tom, this magical little bottle is so easy to use. It doesn't itch after being bitten by those damn mosquitoes. It just doesn't smell good."

After working for a while, Daniel felt like he had been bitten by a mosquito. He took out the essential oil from his hair and carefully applied a little on the bulge. The cooling feeling quickly dissipated the itching.

The Tom in Daniel's words was already thirty-six years old. He came here to work for Eastern capitalists just to earn a living.

Here they can have enough food and work without getting tired, and the boss is kind enough to only let them work for 16 hours. In his opinion, this place is simply paradise!

He had already thought about it. After the first month's salary was paid, he would write a letter to ask his neighbor Spike to come. Not only Spike, but also his son Jerry Jr. would also come.

Although little Jerry is only fourteen years old, he can definitely do the job of carrying a kettle and spraying chemicals. To be honest, the job of spraying chemicals is much easier than that in a printing factory.

Daniel's words interrupted Tom's thinking. He smiled and said: "Not only this, but those things called mosquito cigarettes are also very good. Light one after dark and you can have a good sleep."

After saying that, Tom swung the sickle in his hand faster because when he looked up just now, he had already seen the wooden board standing not far away.

This end of the board was the area that he and Daniel needed to finish before dinner. While speeding up, he muttered a few words:

"It's really weird for Eastern capitalists. The working area must be divided in advance, and you can rest after finishing the work in advance. If it were changed, I would definitely calculate it according to working hours. That way, the workers would at least not have time to rest."

After all, Li Mingqi's heart was not darkened to the end, well... this is for these workers. If he had been in his previous life, with such intensity of work, the workers would definitely slap the labor law on his face.

There are many such inconspicuous changes on the construction site, such as not allowing open defecation and having to go to a special toilet.

The toilet is a not too deep pit surrounded by color steel plates, with wooden boards on top to form a public toilet.

Every night, someone pours plant ash into the pit to prevent the public toilets from being stinky.

In addition to toilets, a special canteen was set up and special female cooks were hired.

That's right, they are female workers. About twenty young ladies who came from San Francisco to exchange for some pocket money with their professional ventriloquist performances and skilled waist movements were sent to the mess hall by His Majesty the Emperor as soon as they got off the ship.

Just kidding, how could such an immoral thing happen on a pure construction site?

Ahem, it's actually because workers often complain that the steamed buns in the canteen are mixed with sawdust, and from time to time they can get egg shell fragments from the egg drop soup.

For this reason, the two old men Joyce and Liu Youcai had a fight.

Oh my god, how could Liu Youcai, an important minister of the New Ming Empire, do things like mixing sawdust into flour and smashing egg shells into soup?

As for the dozens of bags of sawdust that were delivered along with the ship that transported wooden planks some time ago?

Joyce must have been blinded!

The above are Li Mingqi's original words, and unanimity is the tone of the New Ming Empire.

Even if one of our own people is wrong, it is still the fault of outsiders. If they hadn't soaked the steamed buns in the soup and ate them together, would they have discovered it?

'These foreign and cunning people are really going too far! They are going too far!'

All the people of the Xinming Empire who were eating chicken legs and white rice said in unison.

Li Mingqi smiled when he looked at these people of the empire who were also considered "unruly people" in his heart.

The ideological education during this period was not in vain. Look, isn’t the effect coming now?

However, the calls of the local workers had to be listened to... Mainly because Liu Youcai was so mad that he mixed sawdust and flour one to one to make steamed buns.

Who knows how that thing was successfully steamed, which was an eye-opener for Li Mingqi.

There is also egg drop soup, which is getting clearer and clearer, but the eggshell fragments are getting bigger and bigger in the end.

There was no other way, so Li Mingqi had no choice but to take Joyce, who had nothing to do after drawing the drawings, into the cafeteria and asked him to check and balance Liu Youcai.

But the effect is not very obvious. Although sawdust is no longer added to the steamed buns, the volume is getting smaller and smaller. And when serving noodles or vegetables, the cook also suffers from a problem called hand shaking.

Finally, Li Mingqi, who was annoyed by Joyce, waved his hand, and the ladies who had just disembarked from the ship to bring warmth to the workers entered the canteen.

As for the fact that these young ladies frequently came in and out of the workers' residences at night, causing the workers' legs to feel weak when they were working the next day, His Majesty the Emperor pretended not to know about it.

After all, both parties were willing to work overtime, and Li Mingqi had nothing to do with it. Anyway, it delayed the next day's work, and the money... he had deducted.

This is a matter of principle!

Can a boss who doesn't want to deduct money be a qualified capitalist?