Mr. Wu and Magistrate Shen were sitting in the side hall waiting, and Wei Hongying served tea to them.
As soon as Cheng Wanwan walked over, she saw Master Wu's arms hanging around her neck and gauze tied around her head. It looked like the injury was more serious than hers.
"Sui Ruren, you are finally awake!" Mr. Wu stood up with a frightened look on his face, "If something happens to Sui Ruren, I will be the one to blame!"
Cheng Wanwan said: "Mr. Wu's injury is not serious. Is your arm okay?"
"The bones are dislocated. The doctor has helped to pick them up. It will be fine after ten days and a half." Mr. Wu said indifferently, "There are minor injuries on the arms and legs. Sui Ruren hurt her head and was afraid of leaving bruises. I may have headaches from time to time in the future.”
We chatted for a while and then got down to business.
"This explosion caused a serious landslide, and all the wells that were originally dug were buried." Mr. Wu said, "So now we have to dig the wells again. I discussed it with Mr. Shen, and according to what Sui Ruren said, from now on A ventilated mine tunnel is dug from the southeast to the northwest, and other excavation shafts become branches of this main tunnel..."
Originally, he was worried about the cost issue, but this explosion brought him too close to death. He deeply realized that human life is more important than anything else. As long as casualties can be reduced, what does it matter if more manpower and material resources are spent?
Cheng Wanwan immediately said: "It's not enough to dig a tunnel for ventilation. We have to place artificial automatic fans in the mine to enhance air circulation..."
Magistrate Shen frowned: "What is an artificial automatic fan?"
He only knows about fans. Rich people will hire someone who specializes in fanning. It should be an artificial fan. So what is automatic?
Cheng Wanwan asked Wei Xiaohai to take out pen and paper from the house. She drew a picture of a modern electric fan on the paper. Modern fans rely on electricity, but in ancient times there was no electricity, so they could only use cheap labor. Make a pedal on the fan base and connect the fan blades, just like pedaling on a bicycle. When you pedal, the fan blades will rotate and drive the air to flow. If this thing is done, human fans can be arranged in the entire shaft. , when a wind forms, some fans can even fan themselves without any human effort.
Master Wu and Magistrate Shen looked at the drawings, and their breathing became rapid at the same time.
This was something they had never seen or heard of.
But in fact, looking at the structure of the drawings, it is not difficult to make, but before Sui Ruren, no one had thought of creating such a human-powered fan.
During the scorching summer heat, rich people use ice cubes to cool down or hire people to fan themselves, while poor people use cattail fans to get through it themselves. In short, no one thought that they could still have fun like this.
The entire fan is made of wood, and only the joints and pedal rotation parts are made of iron, so the cost is not high.
"Suiru people are really beautiful..." Mr. Wu sighed, "This artificial automatic fan can not only be used in mines, but if it is popularized, it will also be a weapon for the benefit of the people..."
This drawing was a huge treasure, yet Sui Ruren drew it without any precautions.
"It was so hot last summer, so I was thinking about painting this thing when I had nothing to do. I didn't know if I could make it." Cheng Wanwan said with a smile, "At present, I mainly make a batch and use it in coal mines. If the effect is Yes, it can be implemented in the fourteen states of the North, but...it may be difficult to re-dig ventilation shafts in those mature mines..."
"No matter whether it is difficult or not, this matter must be reported to the court."
Master Wu suppressed his excitement. He stood up suddenly and dropped the teacup on the table to the ground.
Cheng Wanwan was startled by the bang, and her brain suddenly felt stinging. She closed her eyes tightly and pressed her temples.
"Sui Ruren, are you okay?" Master Shen quickly poured her a glass of water. "You haven't recovered from your serious illness, so we shouldn't talk to you about this. Go back and lie down to rest."
Cheng Wanwan nodded: "I'm a little tired, Hongying, come over and give me a hand."
After eating and drinking just now, I felt that my physical condition was very good, but when I tried to use my brain here, I suddenly felt weak again.
Seeing Cheng Wanwan's somewhat frivolous steps, Magistrate Shen couldn't help but sigh.
"Suiru is really a talented person. She cares about the country and the people. She is willing to sacrifice herself. She is worthy of the name Sui." Mr. Wu looked at the drawing in his hand. "If the Ministry of Industry approves this drawing, then Suiru's official position will be greatly affected." It will rise one more liter.”
Magistrate Shen said slowly: "Yesterday I went to see the prefect. He said that coal mine disasters occurred frequently in Beidi during this period, with numerous casualties. Local people gathered to make trouble, and Beidi used a lot of troops to suppress it. If Sui Ruren’s idea can reduce the occurrence of mining disasters, I think the court will not refuse..."
Mr. Wu nodded: "I will go back and write a note and have someone hurry up and send it to the capital."
While Master Wu and Magistrate Shen were running around about Meishan, Cheng Wanwan was ordered by her family to lie in bed to recuperate.
She was used to being busy, so she couldn't sleep anywhere. After lying down for three days, she was about to get up and go out for a walk, when Old Mrs. Zhao came in.
She immediately lay down obediently. She was not afraid of anyone in this room, but she was afraid of the old lady nagging her endlessly.
"Ms. Dashan, this is the account book that shopkeeper Yan just wrote. Let me bring it to you for review." Old Mrs. Zhao sat down beside the bed. "The workers at the glycerin workshop have officially started work. Shopkeeper Yan plans to give them One person can make two sets of work clothes, just like the ones in the soap workshop before. One set costs thirty cents. If you think it’s okay, I’ll arrange for someone to go to the city to buy fabric.”
Cheng Wanwan took a look and saw that the accounts were very clear. She nodded: "Let's do it like this."
"Mom, I have an idea to discuss with you." She sat up straight and said, "There are more than fifty workers in the glycerin workshop, all from the next village. They eat dry food and cakes for lunch every day. If this goes on, the body will Collapse.”
Old Mrs. Zhao snorted: "These people are just reluctant to spend money. Our canteen is not far from Meishan. For two or three cents, you can have a big bowl of porridge, and you can also drink bone soup for free. It's their fault." Ruin your body."
"You can't say that. They are all people who are used to being poor. They would rather drink water to fill their stomachs than spend money." Cheng Wanwan said, "I plan to pack lunch for the people in the workshop. The price is five cents per person." According to the standards, will Mom accept this job?"
Packing lunch can increase employee cohesion and give employees a greater sense of belonging here. This is a good thing that has more advantages than disadvantages.
A meal costs five cents, with six days off and one day off. A month is equivalent to twenty-six days of work. The increase in labor cost per person is only more than one hundred cents, which Cheng Wanwan can afford.
Mrs. Zhao silently calculated the accounts in her mind. For a workshop that made a lot of money every day, including lunch didn't seem to be a big deal.
The soap workshop and the glycerin workshop together have close to a hundred people. If they are contracted by the Zhao family, their daily income can be doubled. It can be said that this is a great thing for mutual benefit.
She didn't hesitate much and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll discuss this with my second wife, and I'll ask her to make a menu for you to review."
Cheng Wanwan laughed: "That's hard work, mother."
Mrs. Zhao did not stop and continued to work.
Cheng Wanwan turned to look out the window and saw rice seedlings swaying in the paddy fields and golden waves of wheat in the distance. The winter wheat planted last year was about to be harvested, and Dahe Village was about to get busy again.
