The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 87 Become the Director?

Zhou Deshui is in his thirties and has a thin body. His wife is about the same age as him and is also thin.

He was the first to be called, and then, together with the wife, was taken to the other side of the shore, followed by a group of craftsmen.

Pig iron was being unloaded over there, and they were also called to help.

There are not many wooden carts at the scene, but there are a large number of war horses, donkeys and mules, some people put carts on the carts, and some hang directly on the backs of horses and donkeys.

Someone will remind them: "Don't put too much on the horse's back, just a hundred catties."

"You can put more on the mule's back, but it should not exceed 150 catties."

Zhou Deshui and his mother-in-law were not allocated wooden carts and horse mules, but both were allocated a bag of iron materials.

About twenty catties, divided into two sides, can be placed on the shoulders.

"Let's go, you two follow the team and go in?" Zhou Deshui felt lighter: "My lord, can I have another bag."

"No, don't hurt yourself, go in." The man ignored him and pushed.

The two husband and wife looked at each other, and walked in with the iron materials on their backs.

The first thought of the two of them was that Lushun is more kind (humane) here, and if they were placed on Phi Island, they would have to carry at least seventy or eighty catties on their backs.

They walked in with the long transport team, and found that construction was going on all around, and there were people everywhere.

On the side of the road they were walking, someone was building a house on both sides, and there was only a small path in the middle for them to walk.

After walking along the path for half an hour, the eyes finally opened up.

At this moment, it seems to be in the middle of the camp. The place is huge, but there are people everywhere, some are transporting, some are digging, and some are building houses.

You can also see some sergeants training in the distance, and they seem to be lined up neatly.

There are sergeants running around, jogging along the perimeter, chanting slogans while running, which is very novel.

At this point they passed the side of a building.

The building is in the middle of the open space. It looks relatively large, but it is relatively simple. It uses [-] pillars made of trees, and it is being capped. There are no walls around it, which looks very strange.

Among them, there were craftsmen who were good at building, and they were discussing with irons on their backs: "Is this a pavilion? I've never seen such a big pavilion."

"No, Military and Civilian Service Center." A thin scribe in the crowd said.

"Mr. Song, are there words written on it?" someone asked.

"Well, it's called the Military and Civilian Service Center." Mr. Song used to be a teacher, he whispered.

Everyone was puzzled, hearing this stuff for the first time.

At this moment, a person came out from there and shouted to this side: "Come to some strong people to help, first put down the iron material."

Everyone looked at each other.

After hesitating for about a second, Zhou Deshui put down the iron material first: "Let's go." He even patted Mr. Song in front of him.

Mr. Song had no choice but to put down the iron material.

Several men walked quickly to the military service center.

It was Zhao Dashan who called them. At this time, Ding Yi, Zhang Jing, Xu Wei and others were all present in the military service center, as were Ruan Wenlong, Ruan Siqing and Ruan Wenyan.

Everyone was carrying things, and once everyone entered, it was hard to tell who was the official and who was the soldier.

Zhou Deshui didn't care, he knelt down and kowtowed first: "Caomin Zhou Deshui, I pay my respects to all my lords."

The rest of the people also knelt down, but Mr. Song didn't kneel: "Student Song Zhe pays his respects to all the generals." He knew that all the generals in front of him were generals.

"Get up." Ding Yi waved quickly: "Let's help together, lift these two big pillars."

Zhang Jing yelled at the side: "We, Xu Dabao, don't need to kowtow. From now on in the camp, we don't need to kowtow to anyone. Did you hear me?"

The first time, everyone didn't understand and was a little dazed.

After Zhang Jing said it impatiently for the second time, everyone listened together: "I heard it."

Mr. Song looked at them very strangely, it was the first time he heard of a place where kowtowing was not allowed.

He didn't kowtow once in Phi Island, but was forced to kowtow with a knife, so he kowtowed anyway.

The pillars are still being erected here, and everyone helps. A dozen people lift one, and two pillars are erected at once, and then the craftsmen and the others set them on the ground and connect them.

Zhou Deshui looked around while listening to a young man talking.

This young man is naturally Ding Yi.

"In the future, we will sell daily necessities, sewing bowls, charcoal coal, cloth and woolen ropes—" when he was talking, Ruan Wenlong took a pen to write down and draw seriously.

"Food, side dishes, meat, pork, beef, duck, fish, etc. are sold here——"

"Here, we sell seasoning, pepper, salt, oil, etc."

Speaking of this, Ruan Wenlong frowned slightly: "Now the price of green salt is soaring, we sell it high, fearing that no one will be able to buy it, and if we sell it low, we will lose money."

Ruan Wenyan nodded: "We get green salt in Dengzhou, and now it's four taels per load." (We'll count it as 100 catties per load or 120 catties, about a quarter of a catty.)
"So expensive?" Ding Yi was also taken aback. Now the price of salt has risen so much.

"I heard that the salt farm collects salt for only four or five yuan a load, but it's so expensive when it's sold." Ruan Siqing smiled wryly: "This time I went to Phi Island, and I seem to ask someone who knows how to get salt——"

Before Ruan Siqing could finish speaking, Zhou Deshui immediately yelled, "My lord, I can dry and boil salt, both my wife and I can."

Ruan Siqing immediately said happily: "Yes, it seems to be him."

Zhou Deshui was immediately called to Ding Yi's side and was about to kneel again.

"If you kneel again, you will be kicked out of the island?" Ding Yi laughed.

Zhou Deshui reacted immediately, smiled honestly, and instantly felt that the young man Ding Yi was really gentle.

Because Ding Yi was young, Zhou De subconsciously called him a little adult in his heart.

"What's your name? Are you from there? Did you dry the salt there before?" Ding Yi talked to him softly, while the other craftsmen and Mr. Song who just arrived were all listening intently.

Everyone felt that Ding Yi was quite kind.

Zhou Deshui reported his name. He used to be from Gaizhou, which is also close to the sea. Salt is expensive in Liaodong, and their villages can produce salt.

When there is no sun in the cold rainy season, salt is boiled, and in summer and sun, salt is dried.

Some of the salt produced can be used by oneself, and some can be sold to the guard.

Because there is no salt field here in Liaodong, the guards bought it at that time, and no one cares about them anyway.

Later, the Tartars came and fled to Phi Island, where they lived for a while.

But Phi Island couldn't even guarantee their daily meals, and everyone was unwilling to do it, and Shen Shikui was very good at doing business. He bought the salt on the island directly with silver, and Mao Wenlong didn't care about drying the salt. No one cares anymore, and everyone dispersed.

Zhou Deshui spoke slowly and professionally.

He said that cooking salt requires a lot of firewood (firewood in the Ming Dynasty can be sold for money, and it is not cheap), so it is generally best to dry the salt in summer or when the weather is good.

Boiling salt is fast, and drying salt is low in cost, and the two can be combined.

Generally, by boiling and drying one hundred catties of seawater, one can get about one catty of salt.

Ding Yi also asked about the construction and technology of the salt field. Zhou Deshui answered the questions fluently and was very experienced.

After listening carefully, Ding Yi asked, "How many of you will know how to make salt when you come here this time?"

"There are five or six people who have done it together, and my wife will do it too."

Ding Yi nodded, and turned to look at Du Ruhai, the logistics department: "These people belong to your logistics department and become the Salt Bureau under the logistics department. Zhou Deshui will be the director, and a person with good skills will be selected as the deputy director, and the rest will be managers."

"The chief of the bureau gets three taels of silver a stone of rice every month, the deputy director two taels of silver and one stone of rice, and all management personnel (including Mrs. Zhou Deshui who knows how to cook and dry salt) get one tael of silver a stone of rice per month.)"

Du Ruhai said loudly, "No."

"Director Zhou, after a while, you can get all those people here. From now on, you will follow me, Du Ruhai."

Zhou Deshui has a puzzled look on his face, so he became the director of the bureau?

Three taels of silver per month?A stone of rice?

What is the director?
Everything is like a dream.

(End of this chapter)