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Chapter 34 0033 [The murderer is Han Er, what does it have to do with me, Han Zhen? 】

It was very bright when we came here, and it was already high in the sun when we arrived at Xiaowang Village.

Two ox carts and ten donkeys loaded with goods immediately attracted the attention of many farmers.

The children followed behind in groups, laughing and laughing to watch the fun.

He came and went in such a hurry yesterday that Uncle Fu didn't have time to observe them carefully.

Looking at it today, although the villagers in this Xiaowang village are also yellow, thin and ragged, they are more energetic than the other villages.

It seems that even children are more lively and agile.

What he doesn't know is that as long as the poor people feel that their lives are moving forward, they will glow with strength.

As for the villagers in other villages, even if the weather is good and the fields are harvested, they will not be happy when they think of the heavy debts and various taxes.

How could the spirit be the same?

On the valley field halfway up the mountain, Han Zhenzheng directed three people to drill a hole for a log.

These three people are the only three carpenters in the village.

I saw that rows of staggered small holes were drilled on the log, and after the holes were drilled, they inserted bamboo strips half a foot long into the holes.

Soon, the log was filled with rows of bamboo strips, which looked like a large mace.

Then insert a B-shaped crank handle at one end of the log, and a simple wooden roller is completed.

"It's almost done, let's assemble it and try it out."

Under the command of Han Zhen, three carpenters raised the roller and installed it on a wooden frame.

Han Zhen held the handle and shook it vigorously a few times.

The roller immediately began to spin and made a creaking sound.

A carpenter picked up a stack of straw and approached it.

I saw that the bamboo sticks on the roller kept beating on the wheat stalks, knocking off all the ears of wheat on them.

"It's done!"

Seeing this, the other two immediately looked delighted.

That's right, what they made is a simple thresher.

Science and technology are primary productive forces!
This point, Han Zhen always bears in mind.

In the past, after the villagers harvested the wheat, they spread the wheat on the grain field and beat it with flails to make the grains fall off.

This method is not only time-consuming, but also extremely laborious.

Moreover, there is only such a grain farm in the village, and it is often the turn of the next family to wait until one family finishes threshing wheat.

In previous years, whenever the wheat was harvested, various quarrels and conflicts inevitably occurred in order to snatch the grain farms.

Now that there is a thresher, a woman and a child can easily complete the threshing in one or two hours.

Not only wheat, rice, sorghum, soybeans and other grains can be threshed by threshers.

Buy more cattle and donkeys and lease them to the villagers at a very low price, so that the strong men can be completely liberated from the fields, or work, or be incorporated into the army.

After trying for a while, Han Zhen stopped his movements, frowned and said, "The shaking is too jerky and laborious, so the roller needs to be improved and optimized."

A carpenter scratched his head and said, "I'll think of a way."

"Alang!"

Fang Sansan ran all the way to the valley on short legs, and said, "The two men came again yesterday, and they brought a lot of donkeys with them."

Hearing this, Han Zhen told the three carpenters: "Improve the roller, and the second is the hand blower I just mentioned. You go back and study it yourself. Whoever makes it first can come to me and get a reward of five pieces!"

Five consecutive rewards?

For a moment, the eyes of the three carpenters lit up, and then they looked at their colleagues vigilantly.

Seeing this, Han Zhen smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the house.

Lie flat?

Roll it up for grandpa!
Han Zhen has never underestimated the wisdom of the ancients, they are only limited and vision.

So just provide a little inspiration and direction, and they can figure it out themselves.

……

Back in the house, Ma Sangou and others were unloading.

Following the baskets of copper coins being unloaded from the bullock cart, Chef Shen and the others were all excited.

After exchanging greetings with Uncle Fu, he led him all the way to the study in the backyard.

Uncle Fu took a sip from the teacup, and then said: "Young Lord, the cattle and donkeys have been delivered, and the money for the purchase of these animals has been deducted from the purchase price."

"What I want is ten cattle and twenty donkeys." Han Zhen tapped the table lightly.

Uncle Fu shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Lang also understands my difficulties. There are too many ten cattle. I can only give five at most. The remaining cattle and donkeys will be delivered in batches."

"Five heads are five heads."

Han Zhen smiled slightly, not too entangled in this matter.

As long as you open this head, are you afraid that you will not be able to buy it in the future?

Many things are like this, only zero times and countless times.

"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang, for your understanding."

Uncle Fu smiled and cupped his hands. He only thought that Han Er had a pretty good personality and was not difficult to get along with.

"It will be like this in the future. The payment will be settled one at a time, and the raw materials will be delivered together with the payment. The mountains are high and the road is far away, so that the old man will not suffer from running around."

Hearing this, Uncle Fu asked, "I don't know what kind of raw materials Mr. Xiao Lang needs?"

Han Zhen reported: "Grained sugar, coarse salt, pig iron, saltpeter, sulfur!"

It is understandable that saltpeter and sulfur should be the secret recipe for refining refined salt.

But pig iron...

Seeing the strangeness in Uncle Fu's eyes, Han Zhen knew why and asked, "What doubts do you have, old man?"

"Other materials are easy to get. I don't know how much pig iron, Mr. Xiaolang needs?"

"Two hundred catties each time."

Pig iron is strictly controlled by the government, so Han Zhen didn't dare to ask for more, not to mention whether Changzhi County would agree to it, even if he agreed, he couldn't get it.

Although only two hundred catties each time, it is better than the long flow of water.

Hearing this amount, Uncle Fu couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Han Zhenzi would open his mouth and say a lot.

The Northern Song Dynasty not only had private salt, but also private iron.

It's just that unlike private salt, private iron is secretly sold by officials from various subway supervisors.

Two hundred catties of pig iron is relatively easy to get, and it will not attract attention.

After the negotiation was settled, Han Zhen was in a good mood, got up and said, "Old man, let's take a look at the goods."

"I still can't trust Mr. Xiao Lang?"

Having said that, Fu Bo has already stood up.

When the two came to the small warehouse, Han Zhen pointed to the white sugar and refined salt packed in sacks and said, "All of them are here, let me check them out, old man."

Forbe stepped forward and opened a smaller cloth bag.

It is soft and powdery white icing in the eyes, stretch out your fingers and twist a handful into your mouth.

A sweetness immediately swayed on the tip of the tongue.

A look of enjoyment flashed in Forbe's eyes, and then he nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhen looked slightly weird.

A dark room, two men, a bag of white powder...

In a trance, there is a sense of confusion in the drug dealer's trade in later generations of movies.

Forber inspected very carefully, opened each bag of refined salt and tasted it himself.

After all, in this transaction, Changzhi County took all of its wealth.

After checking everything, Uncle Fu smiled with satisfaction: "Young Lord is really lucky. With this skill of turning stones into gold, future generations may not have to worry about it."

Han Zhen said modestly: "It's all about earning some hard money."

At this moment, Uncle Fu seemed to remember something, and suddenly said: "By the way, I heard a piece of news when I came here. A few days ago, a gangster Han Er rushed into the county government office, killing officials and rebelling."

Han Zhen's expression remained unchanged, waiting for the next sentence with a half-smile.

"Then Han Er has fled into the mountains now, Mr. Xiao Lang should be more careful."

Fu Bo said while observing Han Zhen's expression.

Seeing his calm expression from the beginning to the end, he couldn't help but think in his heart, as his own Alang said, he underestimated this son.

Han Zhen smiled slightly: "Thank you, old man, for reminding me."

The meaning of the other party's words is obvious. The bandit leader who killed and controlled the rebellion has fled into the mountains, and Xiaowang Village is still the same Xiaowang Village.

It was Han Er who killed officials and rebelled. What is the relationship with Han Zhen?
(End of this chapter)