After sending Yang Fan to the place, Master Ruan took his leave.
Yang Fan's five horses and various things were sent to the only small green brick courtyard in the north of the compound for placement. This is the only place that looks like a human being. There are three rooms in the north, two rooms in the east wing and two rooms in the west wing. In the southwest corner is the horse pen. The reverse room on the south side is where servants live. In the southeast corner is the courtyard gate and concierge.
There is growth energy in the southeast, which belongs to the Xun position in the Book of Changes, so the door opens here.
Yang Fan will live here from now on.
After settling in, Yang Fan came to the yard and stood in front of the blast furnace. Be prepared to lecture your employees. I wanted to talk about vision or something.
Everyone came out and stood looking at Yang Fan.
The old man who just replied is called Zhao Fu. In fact, he has never been rich in his life.
He's the foreman here.
Everyone looked at Yang Fan eagerly. They were all Yang Fan's domestic slaves, and the master of the family was naturally responsible for feeding them.
Their eyes were green, like a pack of hungry wolves looking at fat sheep.
Yang Fan looked very uncomfortable.
In front of them were more than forty old men, ranging from forty to sixty. The unshaven ones, the grotesque ones, the wretched ones, the ferocious ones, there are all kinds of them.
Each of them looked at least ten years older than their actual age.
There were some boys in the back, ranging from twelve to twenty years old. These are apprentices.
At a young age, he has already begun to receive severe beatings from society.
Behind them are women holding children, all family members. Everyone stood worried, distracted and numb.
Yang Fan stood in the courtyard, a little dazed, looking at two to three hundred people and not knowing what to say.
After holding it in for a long time, I decided to give up talking about the vision with them.
"Tou Zhao, please report the personnel situation," Yang Fan said.
"Sir, my name is Xinghe Ye Ironworks. There are forty-five craftsmen in total. One hundred and five apprentices. One hundred and fifty women and children. There is also an external accountant, totaling three hundred and one. People. The accountant has gone home, but he hasn’t come back yet. There are actually three hundred people."
The old one is old, the young one is young, it seems that Wei Bancheng also wants to get rid of the burden.
The situation in the iron mines outside the city is unknown. It probably won't get better.
"What's going on at the iron mine?"
"To tell you what, the situation at the iron ore mine is similar to that here. Production has stopped. It is not an open-pit mine. You have to dig shafts. The stone is too hard to mine. There are only a dozen old men left to watch the village on the mountain over there. Wait. The rest of the people are here."
This yard has ten acres of land, which is not too small. Although the factory building is simple, it is not low in value, and Wei Bancheng can give it away. But this blacksmith shop is basically useless. People are also decadent. It's not easy for me to get back on my feet.
Look, it's almost noon. There's so much food in the world. To put it into perspective, without fats and non-staple food, a person would need at least one kilogram of grain a day to be full.
Three hundred people eat one kilogram of grain a day, which requires three loads of grain. Now that there have been several years of drought, grain has become more expensive. The cheapest grains cost three cents of silver per load.
It costs one tael of silver a day.
My net worth of more than sixty taels cannot last long.
Yang Fan was so worried that he had a toothache.
"Zhao Fu, here are five taels of silver. Take it and lead the people to buy fifteen loads of the cheapest grains immediately. The remaining five taels of silver will be used to buy pickles. Let's start a meal immediately so that everyone can be full."
"Thank you, Master." Wu Yangyang knelt on the ground. The domestic slaves communicated with each other through tears, almost forgetting the last time they had a full meal.
"Everyone, get up. After dinner, you should clean up the yard, take out the garbage and throw it away. Boil some water. Everyone should take a bath, wash their hair, and put their clothes in a big pot and boil them in boiling water. From now on, No one is allowed to drink raw water. The water must be boiled to drink. Find a corner in the yard and build a hut. Men and women are separated and no defecation is allowed. I will go to the banquet later and come back in the evening. If anyone is not clean, watch out for me. You're welcome."
"What? I only have one set of clothes. I won't be able to wear them after washing them. Damn it, that won't work either. I have to wash them and boil them in boiling water. I'll rotate them in two days. If I don't have any clothes, I'll go home and hide. Who doesn't have any clothes?" After he was washed and I found lice on his body, Lao Zhao tore up his family's deeds and kicked him out directly."
Yang Fan really couldn't afford to support so many people, so he simply fired a group of them and let them all run towards freedom, which would be considered a good deed.
All of a sudden, the people below all fell to their knees again. They were all beating their chests and stamping their feet, wailing loudly, as if they were mourning.
"Master, please have mercy, but you can't drive me out."
"It hasn't rained in three years. If we go out, our little family will starve to death."
"My whole family signed the death contract. Master, you have to recognize it."
"Kicking me out means killing my whole family."
Yang Fan was dumbfounded. What kind of situation was this? He didn't even want his freedom. Crying and shouting that he wants to be a house slave. Are these people all disciples of the Jian Sect? Are the weapons of Class 18 all poorly trained?
Yang Fan suddenly remembered Mr. Lu Xun's words in the textbook. There are actually only two eras in history, the era when slaves are not available and the era when slaves are temporarily stable.
I can't help but feel a little sad in my heart. Forget it, these people are old and young. If they are driven out, they probably won't survive this winter. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, so just carry it down first.
"Old Zhao chooses ten young and fit servants to be my personal servants, and then finds a few people to clean the house, arrange a few sweepers, do housework, and cook. I will go to a banquet in the afternoon and will stay there when I come back in the evening. Go in, here is five taels of silver, go buy some furniture, bedding, pots and pans, and find a tailor to sew some clothes for me."
"Don't worry, sir, I will handle everything for you. You can move in when you come back tonight." Old Zhao looked excited. He finally had a householder and someone was in charge. His face was full of wrinkles. Stretch out and shine.
Smiling like a chrysanthemum.
Yang Fan sighed in his heart, slavery is a disease of this era.
An hour later, the buyer came back. Carrying a load and pushing a wheelbarrow, the purchased coarse grains came back.
Both adults and children were beaming with joy, as excited as the Chinese New Year.
Two tailors also came to measure Yang Fan and make two sets of fine cloth clothes. He also brought a set of clothes that others did not want after making them. Yang Fan tried them on and they seemed to fit.
It happened to be dressed for a banquet. Lao Zhao took a look at his height and the clothes he chose fit him well. Thinking of this, it means that he did things properly and was very satisfied.
The multigrain porridge in the big pot was cooked, and Yang Fan made a bowl of it himself. After taking a bite, there was a crunching sound, and there was sand and gravel in the rice, which almost knocked out my teeth.
Yang Fan took it out with his fingers and squinted at the sun to see that it was a small piece of quartz sand. It's the kind on the river bed. He turned around and walked to the rice bag. He picked up the rice with his hands and spread his fingers. The rice grains slipped out one after another, and there was a lot of sand and rat droppings.
Is this for fucking people to eat?
These profiteers.
I remember complaining about the food in the school cafeteria when I was in school. I often criticized the cafeteria and said that half of the food was sand and the other half was rat droppings.
This is really insightful.
Looking at these people taking it for granted, they drooled and looked at the cauldron eagerly. Yang Fan waved his hand weakly, couldn't bear to look anymore, turned around and walked away.
This damn world.
Looking at the sky, Yang Fan knew it was time to set off. After finding out the location of the Yuelai Inn, he took the three servants chosen by Old Zhao to the banquet.
He led three horses, one for Yang Fan to ride, one for the Tatar, and one for the head and two pieces of armor. As well as things like the badge seals of Bobai and his son.
One of these three servants is called Mo Zui, who is from Shaanxi. In Shaanxi dialect, it means a person of short stature.
Although he is short, only about 1.5 meters, he is very strong, like a crab, with muscles in his bones. He is twenty years old and is the most powerful person in the entire workshop. Yang Fan named him Devil Muscular Man.
One is named Zhang Geda, a deserter from Liaodong. He is forty years old this year. Zhao Fu chose him because he has been on the battlefield and has killed people and seen blood. This is nothing special. Now the Ming Dynasty has no shortage of outlaws like Zhang San. The key is He is a military householder of Fushun Guards, which is where the old slave started his career.
In the past twenty years, we have been defeated, taken in, defeated again, and taken in again. I have worked with countless generals, commanders, and supervisors.
Twenty years of running around, Kaiyuan Tieling, Shenyang and Liaoyang, finally ran all the way to Ji Town, even Yang Fan admired him a little.
What is war? Great men have long elaborated on it. Isn’t it just to preserve oneself and destroy the enemy?
Aside from destroying the enemy, at least he successfully saved himself.
Being able to preserve oneself is at least a 50% talent.
There is also a man named Donkey Dan. He got this name because he told everyone he met that he was as big as a donkey's ears.
According to him, he showed it to a donkey and it cried.
Yang Fan understood this. What man wouldn't need a guy with big donkey ears?
If there is danger, Yang Fan plans to be the first to send out the Devil Muscular Man. If the Muscular Man is unfortunately defeated, then Donkey Dan will come out and let Donkey Dan show them. Donkeys are crying, but they can still stop crying. The so-called harm Not very sexual, but extremely insulting.
If Donkey still can't suppress the enemy, then he has no choice but to sacrifice Zhang Gaida to save himself first and then try to destroy the enemy.
With these three people following him, Yang Fan would dare to go to the Hongmen Banquet, let alone the Dongchang banquet.
