Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 967 Great Miracle

  The horse-drawn carriages traveling long distances out of customs are spectacular.

  These carriages are like propaganda teams along the way.

   Even the states and counties along the way know that they are going to mine.

  In the Guanzhong area, there is not a strong reading atmosphere, and there are not many people who pass on poems and books to families. After all...the exams can't beat those who beat the exam masters, so...there is a bit of a commercial atmosphere.

  Many people, also holding doubts, pulled the car to go.

   And here in Poluwei, a new city has risen from the ground, and nearly 100,000 Tatars and Han people live here.

  Tatar completely disintegrated. The Ming army could go straight to the interior of Tatars, which made it difficult for some Tatars to migrate to the more desolate north, and many Tatars had to live under the fence.

  They are also human beings. They brought their wives and children to Poluwei. They thought they were slaves, but...they were surprised to find that the Han people actually arranged for them.

Those who are strong, go up the mountain to dig mines, the mountains are full of wealth, there are gold, silver, copper and iron, and a large number of rich mines are scattered among the nearby mountains. There was almost no development here before, so open-pit iron mines and coal mines are everywhere. yes.

   Not only that, there are countless smelting workshops at the foot of the mountain. All the ores go down the mountain and are smelted. In the end, they become pieces of pig iron, and the coal is also crushed into powder, and then impurities are removed.

  The gold, silver and copper here are people's favorite mining. The annual output of gold is more than 3,500 catties, and the output of silver is more than tens of thousands of catties. There is also a large amount of copper ore, which is finally made into copper ingots.

  And this... is just the early excavation.

In the past two years, the output was not high because the road up the mountain was rugged, and all the energy was spent on road construction. Now, according to Fang Jifan's method, people directly set up one after another along the smelting workshops in the mining area. Wooden rails, on the rails, can be passed by cars.

  In the future, the output of various ores and smelted gold, silver, copper and iron will continue to double.

  Men dig mines, and women are responsible for taking care of children and cooking. Of course... the average family will also raise dozens of cattle and sheep.

  Tatars are not inherently cruel. It's just that under the harsh environment, there is no other way out.

  Now, they can settle down stably, and their wives and children don’t have to follow the men to nomad around. They can eat and drink enough by relying on wages and sold cattle and sheep. Many Tatars are very satisfied with this.

  A stable and prosperous life is what people expect. In particular, Tatar men are strong and durable, and they often dig more ore.

  The chief manager of the mining area in this area is Deng Jian.

   According to Fang Duwei's order, Director Deng adopted a piece-based salary. Whoever mined more ore would get more salary.

   After one month, I sold my strength, and there was still one or two taels of silver. This amount, not to mention the Tatars, was enough for ordinary Han people.

  People settled along the Yellow River, with canyons on both sides, like all the landforms in the Hexi Corridor. The scale of the city continues to expand along the south side of the Yellow River, forming a long and narrow living area.

  The faces of the people here seem to be stained with a layer of dust, and countless merchants will bring food.

  Of course, there are also many Han Chinese and Tatars who graze and farm nearby.

  The food here is expensive. Even if the land is poor and the food grown is small, it is enough for a farmer to support a family.

  Deng Jian was sitting in the manager's hall drinking tea as usual with his feet up.

  He likes to read books recently.

  Reading makes people happy.

  Although he doesn't know many characters, it doesn't prevent him from holding a copy of "Spring and Autumn" upside down and chewing it over and over again.

  The book is a little yellowed.

   Obviously, it has been seen a lot.

  Deng Jian was eating peanuts, and occasionally, holding up the warm rice wine, he drank it in one gulp, enjoying himself.

  After reading the book, he put it down, and neatly stacked it among the pile of "Book of Rites", "Zuo Zhuan", "Gongsun Yang", and "Gu Liang Biography" on the copy.

   "Director Deng, Director Deng..."

  A clerk came in a hurry, and when he saw Director Deng playing with his books, he was immediately in awe.

   "Why are you yelling, there are no rules." Deng Jian said with a straight face.

  He has grown a little beard, because he came to Hexi, so his face has some vicissitudes.

   "Yes, yes, the villain is damned."

  "Director Deng." The clerk said again: "Suddenly a lot of horses and horses came, all of them came to buy pig iron. There are so many, there is no end in sight."

  Deng Jian didn't have much expression on his face: "If you want to buy, you can buy. In a hurry, isn't there a lot of pig iron?"

   "Yes, yes, I just feel strange, and here is a letter from Captain Fang."

  What...Master.

  When he thought of the young master, Deng Jian's expression changed.

  He will never forget the time when he and the young master were together.

The young master is such a good person, since he got a brain disease, he still took care of him back and forth. After coming here for so many years, wives and concubines have long been in groups, and now they live in the most beautiful mansion in the mining area, surrounded by more than a dozen girls Serving at any time, there are already nine sons, not many daughters, are there four or five?

   All in all, although everything is still satisfied with the status quo, Deng Jian will never forget someone in the prison... dear and beloved young master.

   "Bring the letter."

  The literary official hurriedly took the letter and went forward.

  Deng Jian opened it, and after looking at it, he realized that he didn't seem to know many words.

  So he threw the letter to the clerk: "You come and read it."

  Where did the civil servants dare to be negligent? Standing beside Deng Jianjian, he glanced at the letter. After a moment of silence, he hesitated and said, "It's like a dog."

Deng Jian jumped up suddenly, and raised his hand to slap the clerk: "Who are you scolding? You scolded me as well. This is a mining area, and the sky doesn't care about it. My young master, here is Wang Fa. I'm killing you now." Believe it or not."

The clerk was knocked to the ground, almost crying, got up quickly, forced a smile, touched his puffed cheeks: "Director Deng, this is written in the letter, the first sentence written in the letter , like a dog."

  Deng Jian's body shook.

   No wonder... No wonder this dog-like thing, these six words, are so kind... So it was the young master who said it.

   All of a sudden, Deng Jian's eyes became moist.

  He remembered the days and nights when he waited on the young master, and the young master also called himself like this, comfortable, these long-lost six words suddenly made Deng Jian feel the warmth of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

  The corners of his eyes were moist, and he sucked his nose hard. The young master still remembers me, and he is still thinking about the past.

   "Continue reading."

   "For a dog-like thing, the price of pig iron will increase by 50%, and if you sell it for one copper coin, I will kill you!"

  Hoo...comfortable...

   "Really?" Deng Jianxi smiled.

  Wen Li Qiqi Ai said: "Yes, that's what I said."

   "Bring the letter."

When I got the letter, I read it over and over again, but I could only vaguely recognize a few words. It must have been written by the young master himself. Thinking of this, Deng Jian wanted to cry again. He carefully stuffed the letter into his sleeve, and took it out. After taking a sip of the rice wine on the desk, it felt hot and went into my throat, and I used the young master's teachings to drink, so happy!

   "Order to go on, raise the price, raise the price for me!"

"yes!"

  A truckload of pig iron, all loaded into the truck.

  Countless merchants and managers are too lazy to bargain, because the price of pig iron here is too low. If this thing is transported to the capital, the price can be at least five times higher.

   Now it is impossible to delay even a day.

  So, I quickly loaded the car, and then I took the dry food and left immediately.

And here in the mining area, it is obvious that production has to be stepped up. In order to recruit more people, the wages have increased a lot, and the endless stream of horses and horses has brought the most needed seasonal vegetables and grains in the mining area, as well as various daily necessities. However, the already tense necessities of life have become flooded, and the prices have dropped a lot.

   In this way.

  The Han people and Tatars here are all boiling.

  The standard of living has doubled in less than half a month.

   Even the Tatar women volunteered.

   Nobody wants to live a good life. In the past, the Tatars had to plunder to live, but now... they can rely on strength.

  These women are often the head of the family, because men often go out, so Tatar women often belong to the head of the family, and there are quite a few of them, and they also go to the mountains to mine ore.

  Among these mountains, there are countless cattle and sheep, there are plank roads going up the mountains, there are warehouses, and many smelting workshops, emitting black smoke.

   And countless chariots and horses, back and forth along the corridor, like a long snake...

  ...

  Fang Jifan ignored the hustle and bustle of the trading market.

  He actually doesn’t like merchants either.

  These unscrupulous guys have no sense of responsibility to the people at all. They magnify their selfishness infinitely. In order to make profits, they wish to sell their wives and children.

   But... what does it matter.

   No matter how bad they are, can they be worse than the scum of the world? Could it be worse than little Zhu Xiucai?

  As long as it is used properly, waste can be turned into treasure.

  The first section of rail has been completely baked.

Zhu Houzhao took Fang Jifan to the hot workshop. Fang Jifan saw with his own eyes that the steel rail was half a foot long in front of him. Good guy, it was very thick, but it took tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of steel rails to make , This is all silver.

  Fang Jifan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, it's not easy to be true, if it wasn't for the accumulation of primitive capital and road construction by relying on the bullies? The ones that don’t exist, this nima’s, are all silver, countless silver.

  Zhu Houzhao patted Fang Jifan on the shoulder: "Old Fang, do you want to cry again?"

   "No." Fang Jifan shook his head and said, "I just feel that there are still many good people in the world. I love this world and everyone."

  Zhu Houzhao shivered: "It's just..."

"what?"

  Zhu Houzhao Qiqi Ai Ai said: "Now, the price of pig iron has risen eight times and is still rising. Many merchants simply hoard goods. If this continues, I'm afraid...the countless steel stoves will have no rice to cook."

  ...

  Fourth update tomorrow morning.

  (end of this chapter)