Lu Ming

Chapter 168
Commodities like red bricks were really born out of time in ancient China, and they lived awkwardly for thousands of years.

It stands to reason that red bricks are simpler and less costly than blue bricks, so they should be more popular. However, the emperors of all dynasties said here: NO.

The two colors of Zhenghuang (bright yellow) and Zhenghong (cinnabar) are exclusive colors for the royal family and relatives in the palace, just like the Queen's black Rolls-Royce, which are exclusive to the royal family.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, due to the decline of the imperial court's control, the people of Fujian, where the emperor was far away from the mountains, once played a wave of folk building red brick buildings. During this period, the Dutch also went to Zhangzhou to buy a lot of red bricks to repair Zeelandia.

In addition, it was not until the end of the Qing Dynasty that the royal power collapsed and industrial products flooded in that the entire medieval society began to use red bricks in large quantities.

The time-traversing people also had twists and turns in terms of bricks.At the beginning, the red bricks shipped to Hangzhou were not very popular: not everyone dared to use them, and the walls and houses would take many years to build, which would be evidence of rebellion someday.

Next, according to the telegram sent back by Tangzhuang, the senior staff quickly adjusted the ingredient ratio of some 95 red bricks, making the product a light red color, so the sales of the 2.0 version of the red bricks improved.

Soon the 3.0 version of bricks produced by Dayuan will be on the market: With the strengthening of the kiln area base, the brick kiln specially used for firing green bricks for export will be launched. The industrial version of blue bricks will definitely become a hot item in the foreign market.You know, there is a word in ancient times called "grinding bricks to seam", which has clearly reflected the quality of original handicraft products.

With the arrival of a large number of purchasers, the area around Tangzhuang, which was already not deserted, became chaotic and noisy overnight.

A large number of sailors and coolies are commuting between the bays of the warehouse. The slaves in fresh clothes and furious horses accompany people who look like housekeepers wandering in the cargo pile. Masons, carpenters, and stonemasons squat together, and there is a guy who eats in front of him to mark his occupation. , waiting anxiously for customers to come and pick up people.

Going north along the small river bend in front of the gate, there are a row of rental boats moored in the Tanghe River. There are always some big and small businessmen gathered in front of the gate of Tangzhuang. The business began to flood among the crowd. Is this how the original exchange came about?

Not long after, villagers paddling small boats also came to sell lotus leaf glutinous rice cakes.There are also more things drilling around in the crowd - thieves.The tax collectors in official robes also came—from the Bamboo and Wood Bureau.

Recently, Xiong Dao was tied hands and feet because of this sudden explosion of enthusiasm.

This will definitely not work: Tangzhuang does not need to turn the entrance into a building materials and home improvement market. The most important task of this freight station is to transport some special "goods" at night, and other businesses are incidental. If this continues, it will be difficult. How often will someone set up a shed nearby and spend the night on the spot. This is unbearable, the primary and secondary are clear.

So Xiong Dao began to rectify.

The goods selling glutinous rice cakes were purchased, and then the simple man was kicked into the river by the bully of Tangzhuang: "Get out! Burn the boat again!"

The thief who stole was picked up by the big man and walked away: "There is a wild lotus pond two miles away. Brother will take you to see the lotus."

As for the division of the bamboo and wood bureau, Xiong Dao released Diao Xingshou. This group of people is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry, a group of customs chiefs, ambassadors, and internal revolutionaries who are watching the bamboo and wood geese in the world every day. Mao, and Lao Diao are old friends, we have a meal together, and after discussing a deal, the gang of plague gods will be settled.

This is still a way to save face. The merchants in the late Ming Dynasty were actually very powerful, especially those with the support of gentry or relatives of the emperor.

Here is a short story in Wanli's "Dongguan Jishi" for reference: Wang Tianjun, a wood merchant in Huizhou, and others bought 16 pieces of wood with money. (Ministry Minister of the Ministry of Industry) called dozens of people from Huizhou to kneel in the court. All the businessmen are invincible, and they poured their stolen goods into the East Factory.

Yes, you read that right, dozens of red-top businessmen wantonly evaded taxes, and they couldn’t deny it after being caught, and they planted Dongchang together.
Is it the collapse of the three views?It has always been side by side with the KGB and FBI in the military, and Dongchang, which is the chief representative of the brutal organization in TV novels, was planted by businessmen in the lobby of the Ministry of Industry.

After the irrelevant people disappeared, Xiong Dao began to rectify the related households: From now on, each group of craftsmen will only be allowed to leave a customer service member with a certificate to pick up customers neatly under the bamboo shed, just like the Unicom girl doing activities in the future square Like them, the rest of the craftsmen, big and small, all rushed back to Hangzhou City.

As for the merchants, Tangzhuang had to designate a red brick warehouse for them to toss about, with chairs and tea prepared in it, and Chu Maosheng served as the salon manager.

All food and water are now provided by Tangzhuang, and all foreign hawkers and merchants are driven away.

The most important point is: every day at four o'clock in the afternoon, Tangzhuang starts to close, all business stops, and the migrants have to take a boat back to the city. The only people left here are our own people in uniforms.

"It's finally like that." Xiong Dao was standing on the stone platform at the gate of Tangzhuang at the moment, looking at the migrant households who were returning home after work by boat, and nodded with satisfaction.Recently, he has hardly done anything, just spends here every day to maintain order, and it takes more than ten days to tidy up the scene.

"Fortunately, we didn't delay the matter." Xiong Dao continued to observe the surroundings, and seeing the people on duty starting to patrol the empty market one after another, he turned and returned to Tangzhuang.

Tangzhuang is still the same as before, the difference is the back garden.The back garden that was transformed by the traversers at the beginning has been opened to Mingren's subordinates with the withdrawal of the traversers and most of the equipment.

Now Xiong Dao and his two concubines, secretary and dispatcher occupy a small building exclusively, with a few photovoltaic panels and antennas on the roof, and the rest of the ordinary small buildings have been assigned to the "guardians" to live in.

Tangzhuang and Moyunguan now share the same group of guards, most of whom are old people from Pingfengzhai.At the beginning of the diversion, the young bandits went to Dayuan Island and the fleet, while the middle-aged bandits stayed and became the little leaders of the guard and the beggar gang.

The guards later formed a mixed escort team with some beggars, and the members began to take turns in the Moyun Temple to receive training in fighting, night patrolling, and crossbow shooting; He took on the important task of guarding Moyun Temple and Tangzhuang.

Xiong Dao went back to the small building in the back garden and looked at his watch. It was already past 5 o'clock in the afternoon. He first asked his sister to bring dinner and finished it quickly. Then at 6 o'clock sharp, he turned on the car radio and started watching Lu Cheng over there is on the phone.

Not long after the call was over, Xiong Dao began to call the captains of the guards who were waiting outside to assign tasks one by one.

After the arrangement was completed, all the thugs had to be ordered to leave. Master Xiong walked into the bedroom at this time and began to take off his clothes with the two girls. Cough, let's change into clothes.It wasn't until the sun was setting, the lone star was gradually rising, and the sky began to darken, that the door of the building was slowly opened, and Mr. Xiong walked out of the building at the first.

At this time, Mr. Xiong changed his image as a wealthy businessman. He was wearing a CQB night combat uniform, a boonie hat, and his long hair fell into the hood from the back of his head; Mr. Xiong was holding a SCAR17 tactical assault rifle, with a M9 pistol, a low-light night vision device on the chest, and a walkie-talkie on the back waist, looking like a special police officer.

Behind Master Xiong are two special police girls.The girls wore black wedge-heeled leather shoes, black tight-fitting washed cloth trousers on their lower bodies, tactical daggers on their thighs, American Baal hand crossbows hanging on their waists, and infrared binoculars and night vision devices dangling on their chests. The pony tail flicks and flicks at the back of the head, the lines are tortuous and heroic.

After the team of one king and two queens went out murderously, Mr. Xiong patted a girl's butt with a lewd smile. The girl let out a soft cry and ran all the way into the watchtower in the corner.

"The Yellow River reports the Yangtze River. Now the vision is good and there is no abnormal situation. OVER"

"Yangtze River received it, pay attention to observe, pay attention to observe OVER." Master Xiong walked out, while testing the walkie-talkie with his sister, and not far from the back garden, another girl also left him - the two girls were going to be in the watchtower Monitor the west and north of Tangzhuang, which is the direction of Hangzhou City.

As the Xiong Zhuangzhu kept walking out, people on both sides kept following.

"Have the coolies settled down?"

"To the owner, everything is closed!"

"Check the lock again and send someone to guard the door."

"Here!"

At this time, the reason why Mr. Xiong is so mobilizing today is very clear: there are "goods" arriving tonight.

Every night of "delivery" from Moyun Temple, Tangzhuang is also facing an enemy. The coolies will be locked in the house, and all other people must be dispatched to ensure the smooth progress of the "goods" handover.

After Xiong walked out of the gate of Tangzhuang, he saw that his men were ready, and the sailors on all four boats were also ready, so he went straight to the row of brick and concrete warehouses by the river.

Seeing the owner coming, the two guards opened the warehouse door.Xiongdao walked through the stacked rice sacks in the warehouse, opened a secret door in the corner, and then climbed up a narrow stone step to the roof of the warehouse.

The roof was built by our own people when the house was built. In the middle is a sunken machine gun nest, covered by wooden boards on the top.This is an important commanding height, and all areas including Tangzhuang and Hewan Wharf can be directly observed from the roof.

After Xiong Dao climbed onto the roof, he first observed the surrounding movement with the night vision goggles, and after confirming that there was no abnormality around, he began to calmly set up the assault rifle, then took out the walkie-talkie, and started to switch channels and communicate with each other one by one stand up.

There are four most important channels on the walkie-talkie: the two girls upstairs in Tangzhuangwang, Lu Cheng in Moyunguan, and the leader of the upcoming Moyunguan transport fleet: Comrade Hu Xian.

(End of this chapter)