Mixed with salted fish in Hongwudang

Chapter 615 Are you not afraid that your old aunt will know if you play so fancy?
"Old man, can you show us your household registration book?"

Lao Zhu flipped through it casually, and saw that there was nothing outrageous about it, he just changed the name of Lao Zhu's family.

For example, Empress Ma was changed to Ma Yun, Zhu Biao was changed to Zhu Mu, Zhu Xiongying was changed to Zhu Ying, Zhu Yunxi was changed to Zhu Tong, and so on.

Lao Zhu threw his household registration book to the workshop owner with a look of disgust, and the workshop owner hurriedly took it carefully, looked at the household registration information of Lao Zhu's family and praised.

"The old man is really a blessed man..."

Old Zhu curled his lips when he heard this, half of Xindao's household registration books were dead, so what a blessing!
"Uncle Zhu, we have read your household registration book, and the household registration of Shangyuan County is no problem!"

"When the people from Wucheng Bingma Division come to investigate the refugees some other day, they can register you and file them with the government!"

"oh oh!"

Lao Zhu understands this very well. After all, he formulated this policy to prevent the common people from running around.

It's just that he doesn't know that this policy has long been useless.

Even if the soldiers and horses of the five cities came over, they would just knock the workshop owner for a fortune, and then send temporary directions to everyone, and the job would be over.

Because there are not many people in Wucheng Bingmasi, and the local law and order is maintained by the way, the major workshop owners don't have too many complaints about this.

"Old man, let's start counting the days now?"

"It's up to you!"

"okay!"

"I'll write it down in the labor book when I get back, and I'll start counting wages from today!"

Seeing that Lao Zhu had officially entered the job, Er Hu nodded and bowed immediately.

"Uncle, do your work here first, and go home if you don't like it, our family is not short of this little money!"

Old Zhu scolded impatiently when he heard the words.

"roll!"

"Go back and tell your family, don't bother us if you have nothing to do!"

"Ugh!"

"Don't worry, old man, except for my nephew, I promise no one will bother you!"

After Erhu said this, he left in a jerky manner. However, not long after he left, the director of the household registration department of Wucheng Bingmasi came in with two soldiers and a scribe.

"Who is the factory owner!"

"I, I..."

"Little Wang Guangmin, pay my respects to the officials!"

Registrar Chang Wen looked at Wang Guangmin, then at the layout of the courtyard, and said in an official tone.

"Routine!"

"Check to see if there are any foreigners in this area!"

Wang Guangmin was puzzled when he heard the words.

"Officer, didn't you just check it three days ago, why do you want to check it again?"

Chang Wen snorted coldly when he heard the words.

"Are you the official or I am the official!"

"I will check whenever I say!"

"Furthermore, the labor union has been recruited for three consecutive days, who knows how many foreigners have mixed in!"

"If there are criminals who commit crimes, or gangsters who murder and steal goods, you will scold us and let the shit go!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Guangmin hurriedly praised.

"Master Chang is in charge. It is a blessing for me to have Master Chang in charge of this area!"

"Master Chang, shall we still follow the old rules?"

"Ok!"

Hearing this, Wang Guangmin hurriedly called the female workers who were working in the workshop to come out, and stood in line one by one, waiting for the inspection by Master Chang and others.

In fact, the government is generally unwilling to manage workshops like theirs that are dominated by female workers.

Because women rarely leave home to work in other places these days, most of the female workers here are villagers from nearby counties and towns, and they are tens of miles away from home.

Therefore, after a hard search, no problem can be found in the end.

No problems, no money.

Ancient and modern principles.

Wang Guangmin greeted other female workers to come out and line up very smoothly. No matter if the work was long or short, they had more or less experienced such battles.

It's just that it doesn't work when it comes to Old Man Zhu. No matter how you greet Old Man Zhu, Old Man Zhu always sits on the pony at the door of the dormitory with drooping eyelids and does not move.

"Uncle Zhu!"

"Hurry up and let the official take a look. It will be over soon. Just take a look at the household registration book and compare your portrait..."

Wang Guangmin talked for a long time, only to get a cold response.

"Humph!"

"Let's just sit here and check what he likes!"

Just when Wang Guangmin thought that the official would get angry, unexpectedly, the official didn't even look at Uncle Zhu, and kept saying that he was fine.

"It's okay... This old gentleman is so old, he doesn't look like a person who can commit crimes!"

"We'll check these female workers, and leave as long as we're sure there's nothing wrong with them!"

Chang Wen commanded the clerk to re-register the information of the female workshop workers, and when he finally passed Lao Zhu, he glanced at Lao Zhu and quietly backed out.

Master Chang's gathering was so confusing to Wang Guangmin, he wondered what the hell was this old man doing, he even hid from the officials?
Just when Wang Guangmin was puzzled, people from the Wucheng Bingma Division Shuilong Division walked in.

"Who is the workshop owner!"

"I... I am..."

"There was a fire in a workshop a few days ago, which caused damage to several nearby houses!"

"Today, the imperial court issued an official document, saying that the key point is to prevent water leakage!"

"Come here, check all the corners of this place, and deal with any messy piles and water hazards!"

"okay!"

More than [-] strong men rushed into the workshop with water and fire sticks, tidied up all the messy piles of matchboxes, and put the piled materials in a safe place.

"Wang Guangmin, the management of your workshop is not good, there are hidden dangers of water leakage everywhere!"

"I won't punish you this time, but pay attention in the future, we will come to investigate every now and then!"

"Hey..."

Wang Guangmin even prepared the silver ingots in his sleeves, how could he think that the other party would not want money!

It's just that I come here every now and then, can I still do business?
"Officer, we didn't talk so much before here, this is..."

"Humph!"

"Didn't we have so many people here before?"

"Whatever we say, you can do it. How can there be so much nonsense!"

Lao Zhu had been watching coldly from the pony tie, and he didn't need to use his brain to know that these people must have been arranged by Er Hu.

There is only one purpose, and that is to check whether there is any danger here, for the sake of your own safety.

But he doesn't accept this favor!

I have taken my life from under the nose of God, how can I be afraid of such a little trouble?
Lao Zhu is very crazy now, feeling that he has defeated his fate and successfully won decades of life for himself.

Of course, his madness is only on the surface, but he is still panicking in his heart.

Otherwise, he would not rush to abdicate and force Zhu Yunxi to ascend the throne.

He was just afraid that the goal of becoming an emperor would be too big, and God would stare at him every day, in case God came back to his senses one day, he would be arrested again.

After sending away the people from Wucheng Bingmasi, it was time for dinner.

The female workers came out of the workshop happily one by one, and went to the cafeteria to eat in small groups.

Lao Zhu also went back to his room to get his own rice bowl, and then went to the cafeteria to get food.

Wang Guangmin was right. The food in the workshop was really good. There was a pork slice fried with cabbage, another cabbage stewed with tofu, and an egg drop soup.

But Lao Zhu didn't like vegetarian dishes, so he asked the kitchen lady to serve him two spoonfuls of pork slices.

This kind of request seriously violated Dacai's professionalism, but Dacai, seeing that Lao Zhu had come out to work at a very old age, felt pity, stopped her trembling hands abruptly, and gave him a full pot sliced ​​meat.

Lao Zhu carried the food to the restaurant and began to look at the chattering female workers in the cafeteria after finishing eating.

Lao Zhu's harem has never been short of women, even if he moved to the half-mountain palace, he brought dozens of women to serve him.

But the female workers in the workshop were different, which gave him a different feeling.

They may not be as beautiful and talented as the women in the palace.But their smiles are brighter and more sunny, making people look happy.

Especially when they found a big piece of meat in the bowl and cheered, Lao Zhu couldn't help but laugh silly.

This is the breath of youth!
In this way, Lao Zhu settled down in the workshop, sleeping in the daytime every day, walking around with a lantern at night, and then going back to lie down and sleep.

The rest of the time is spent listening to the older girls and the younger daughters-in-law working, chatting about the parents of the master and the family of the west, and making arrangements for the master in front of him. Can such a workshop really make money?
Lao Zhu also had the same doubts. After staying for a few days, he knew that ten matchboxes were worth a penny.

A skilled female worker can paste about a thousand pieces a day.

And the wages the workshop gave them were [-] Wen per month.

Coupled with the management of food and housing, a few days of vacation every month, and the money for raw material purchases, this workshop seems to be losing money.

But it's none of his business, he just needs something to do, and then he has nothing to do to wander the streets.

In less than half a month, Lao Zhu finished shopping in this area.

Through this shopping, he also gave him a rough idea of ​​how much industry Daming has now.

At least the so-called 360 lines in the early years will definitely not be able to stop. There are more than 360 kinds of workshops in this area alone.

Even a small screw can generate more than a dozen workshops.

Lao Zhu once visited a screw factory hundreds of feet away from the matchbox workshop, and saw with his own eyes how they turned an iron rod into a screw.

When Lao Zhu lamented the rapid changes of Ming Dynasty, he also gradually accepted these new things.

For example, whenever workers go to and from get off work, there is an overwhelming tide of bicycles.

However, it is said that bicycles are high-end goods, and only those related to steelmaking workshops can afford them. Generally, workers in workshops can only live in the factory, or a dozen people hire a horse-drawn carriage to and from get off work.

After working in the workshop for less than a month, Lao Zhu felt a little boring, and he had the idea that he might as well go back.

It's not that he dislikes the accommodation conditions outside, in fact he has never been picky about these.

The main reason is that he is too boring, just strolling around doing nothing every day, which makes him feel like wasting his life.

But just when he was about to disappear suddenly, the owner of the workshop reassigned him another job.

"Uncle Zhu, the old Zhou who delivered goods to us recently broke his leg, so he can't carry goods back and forth for us."

"Do you think it's okay to be a part-timer, and I'll give you two more old men every month?"

Lao Zhu immediately became interested when he heard this, and pointed to the tricycle driveway in the yard.

"Still riding this one?"

"Yes!"

"You don't have to worry about it, this thing is very easy to learn, just sit on it and ride it for two laps!"

"You don't need to load and unload the goods. The female workers here load them, and the workers over there unload them when they reach the ground. You just need to pull the goods over."

"Is that so..."

"Then let's try it first!"

After taking over the job, Lao Zhu happily rode his tricycle around the yard. Except for a bit of trouble at the beginning, he became more proficient after two laps, and he was familiar with both turning and parking.

"Old man Zhu can do it, it's better than many young people riding it!"

"It seems that you are born to earn this money, and even if Lao Zhou comes back, you won't need him anymore, and I will let you do the work of sourcing!"

Old Zhu laughed when he heard Wang Guangmin's praise. At this moment, he was really proud and happy. He was even happy when he collected several million taels more than the imperial court.

After all, compared to the court tax bank, the fact that he was able to ride a tricycle was completely achieved through his own efforts by removing his status as emperor.

After Lao Zhu took over the delivery job, and because of his literacy, he undertook the work of counting the incoming and outgoing goods in the workshop, which added two old men's money to his income every month.

Since then, Lao Zhu has become the person with the most monthly money in the workshop.

The increase in income does not matter to Lao Zhu, but it does matter to the female workers in the workshop.

In their view, an old man like Lao Zhu can earn [-] Wen a month, which is quite capable!

Who doesn't love an old man who can ride a bicycle, play shifts, and can read and write to make money?
Just the auntie who cooks in the back kitchen, there are several who are giving old Zhu a glance, cooking him soup from time to time, cooking him a small stove and so on.

Lao Zhu enjoyed the admiration and hospitality of the middle-aged aunts very much, which was a feeling that he couldn't experience in the palace.

Because no one here knew that he had been an emperor, and only regarded him as an ordinary old man.

But Lao Zhu didn't have the slightest interest in those vulgar fans, he just happily perfunctory everyone.

On this day, after Lao Zhu finished counting the warehouse and recorded the records of incoming and outgoing goods in the account book, he saw Aunt Wang from the kitchen coming over with a bowl of mung bean soup.

"Brother Zhu, you have been busy all morning, you must be thirsty."

"Come and drink some mung bean soup first, and I will make up for you when the meal is served later!"

Lao Zhu took the mung bean soup and drank it all in one gulp, smashing it and saying.

"Thank you, sister Wang!"

"We've been on fire for the past two days, so we'll have less braised pork, and more cabbage and tofu!"

Aunt Wang said unhappily when she heard the words.

"How can this be done!"

"We bought chicken at the vegetable market today, and saved the chicken legs and breasts for you. You must eat more!"

"Chicken..."

"Okay, but not too much, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it and waste it."

"middle!"

"Listen to you!"

When Aunt Wang said this, she deliberately lowered her voice and said mysteriously.

"We also brought you the secret salted garlic, which is delicious, you must try it more!"

Lao Zhu watched the sister of the Wang family leave with her fat waist twisting, with a smug smile like an old fox on her face.

However, just as Lao Zhu was proud of his undiminished charm, a fat guy with big ears came over.

"Uncle, you play so fancy, aren't you afraid that my aunt will know?"

(End of this chapter)