The newly built cement factory building was put into use without even having time to complete the decoration.
This is the Chongming Island Military Food Factory, whose main business is to provide finished or semi-finished products to the military.
Candies, tea bags, coffee, compressed biscuits, and various cans are all included.
At this time, Chongming Island Food Factory is developing a new food-potato chips.
The R&D personnel purchased a large number of potatoes. However, due to cultivation problems, the potatoes were of different sizes and odd shapes, and it was still difficult to make original potato slices.
Therefore, the R&D department simply used mashed potatoes and pressed them into thin slices. Although the taste was different, for this world, it was indeed a delicacy.
In the bright factory building, sunlight shines in from the glass windows on both sides.
Tong Jin, like other prisoners, was at his work station, with potatoes in one hand and a paring knife in the other.
"Tear~"
As the potato was turned gently, the skin was peeled off and fell to the ground.
Tong Jin threw the peeled potatoes into the basket and recited the numbers silently.
"86."
He looked up at the clock on the wall.
8:23.
Time seems extremely long at this moment.
According to the management regulations of the concentration camp, these prisoners need to get up at 6 o'clock, do morning exercises at 6:10, have breakfast at 6:40, and go to work on time at 7 o'clock.
And their first job is to peel potatoes.
Tong Jin keeps cutting one piece per minute and thinks his speed is good.
At this time, two Ming army supervisors came in with a very evil figure.
Tong Jin glanced secretly and frowned. As a general of the Qing army, he could easily detect the strong evil aura in Hao Ren.
The supervisor introduced Hao Ren.
"Hao Shangshu, in this workshop is the potato peeling process.
The potatoes are peeled here and sent to the cleaning workshop after passing the inspection. "
Hao Ren, the Minister of Punishment, nodded and walked in.
As soon as he finished beheading the landlords in Jinling, Zhu Zaiming sent him to Chongming Island for inspection.
The reason is also very simple. The production of mashed potatoes has not been increased.
After the advent of fried potato chips, this kind of food fried with mashed potatoes and salty and spicy spices quickly captured the stomachs of the people.
You can buy a pound for 10 Wen, which is like selling spices like cabbage.
In ancient times, spices were luxury goods.
In the Ming Dynasty, spices were even used to pay officials' salaries, until the Ming Dynasty began to cultivate spices, causing the market price to collapse.
But no matter what, the price of spices at this time is not affordable for ordinary people.
In order to enrich the people's dining tables, Zhu Zaiming said that now that the national treasury is full, he should buy some spices from Taishang Laojun.
Not only do you buy finished products, you also have to buy seeds.
From Jinling to Nanyang, and then to Australia, so much land is not planted with anything, and I always feel that such good land is wasted.
Therefore, even the poorest people will buy several kilograms of fried potato chips.
If not for anything else, it would be great to scrape off the spices and stir-fry.
If any family were to hold weddings and weddings without a fried potato chip show, they would lose face to the next village.
For this reason, Chongming Military Food Factory is stepping up its purchase of potatoes while trying to solve the problem of production line speed.
Hao Ren, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, patrolled the workshop with his hands behind his back.
He soon discovered Hua Dian.
Among these prisoners, the slow ones cut off 56, and the fast ones only cut 98.
Good guys, it’s been almost an hour and a half. Feelings, you prisoners are not undergoing labor reform, but are here to provide for retirement?
Hao Ren was angry.
“I know that some of you are thinking that you don’t get paid for working here, and you want to be a monk and clock the clock for a day.
However, I don’t know if you have heard of one thing.
The construction of Chongming Fortress is too short of manpower. "
After these words, many prisoners instantly understood what Hao Ren meant.
At this time, the Chongming Fortress had not even dug its foundation. It required a large number of manpower every day, and the 20,000 natives captured from Nanyang were simply not enough.
For these natives, the Ming army was used as disposable supplies, and they were replaced when they were exhausted.
"Compared to going to the fortress to dig soil and stir cement, letting you peel potatoes here is already an act of mercy by His Majesty!
I advise you not to be ungrateful.
From today on, you can eat as much as you work, and the one who does the best will be the overseer!
When I became a supervisor, I was given three meals a day, including meat and canned food, and was assigned a single room...
If you perform well, you can apply to transfer your family members to live with you! "
Hao Ren has a set of silky combos.
Don’t you have no motivation? This will give you motivation.
No work, no food.
Well done, being the master of the workshop.
Now it's better. There are 3,000 Manchu prisoners in the food factory, and their eyes are as bright as light bulbs.
They did more and less in the past few days, and the food was rationed every day, so I don't blame them for being lazy.
But now that there is a reward mechanism, many people's minds are aroused.
People always yearn for a prosperous life.
With the power, the prisoner who had been fishing just now waved the paring knife in his hand, and the potato slices fell down with a "squeak".
The words "You can apply to transfer your family members to live together" kept repeating in Tong Jin's mind.
After entering the concentration camp, his family was deliberately separated.
Some are working on sewing machines, some are putting putty on the walls, and some are cleaning public toilets...
If only I could be with my family...
…
Jinling.
Forbidden City.
Zhu Zaiming was discussing with Xu Qi the rebuilding of the three main halls.
After experiencing the wars and the Manchus in the late Ming Dynasty, the Forbidden City at this time was in ruins everywhere.
Zhu Zaiming wanted to rebuild Fengtian Hall, Jinshen Hall, and Huagai Hall.
The three main halls are in the shape of "work", with the Huagai Hall in the middle.
The main body is directly poured with reinforced concrete, and the details are decorated using traditional techniques.
At the same time, a general's palace will be built on one side of the three main halls as the future base camp for the navy, land and air forces.
At this time, Qin Yuan, the Minister of Rites, walked over with a smile.
Zhu Zaiming asked: "How is it? Has the letter been sent?"
Qin Yuan slightly cupped his hands and replied: "Your Majesty, I sent it out and specially selected a few high-status bannermen.
I don’t know what Mr. Jiaqing thought after seeing His Majesty’s letter. "
"What can I think of it? It's just the daily chat between the two emperors..."
What to talk about?
Of course we are talking about:
Have you eaten today? How are you today? I have a new delicacy here. Do you want to try it?
Let’s talk about something interesting recently.
At first glance, it seems like a daily greeting from two friends who get along well.
But if you think about it carefully, this guy is the emperor of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and he is still the kind of incompatible one.
Thinking of this, Qin Yuan couldn't help but smile.
However, none of the officials in the Forbidden City in Peking dared to laugh.
The little eunuch finished reading the letter tremblingly.
You could hear a needle drop throughout the hall, and it was eerily quiet.
Jiaqing was sitting on the dragon chair, wondering what he was thinking.
Finally, he smiled.
"Zhu Zaiming is also a wonderful man. He actually thought of me, an old friend. If I don't reply, wouldn't I be disrespectful?
Come and serve me with pen and ink! "
So Jiaqing wrote a reply in front of all the ministers.
I eat well and sleep well, don’t think about it...
