In mid-February, the weather warmed up.
The entire Liujiagang New Port has become a large construction site. The construction of the Ming Dynasty Royal Bank has begun, and the craftsmen are amazed by cement.
Not only does it have good adhesion, but it also looks like stone after solidification. Mixed with water, sand, and gravel, it becomes something called concrete.
The speed of the project has been greatly improved, so the scale of the main project can be seen in a few days.
Three thousand craftsmen's households have arrived one after another. These people brought their families with them and suffered a lot along the way. I thought the place I came to was deserted.
Especially taking old Confucian women and children to the wilderness, everyone was prepared to suffer from cold and hunger.
Every population migration is a history of blood and tears. If they catch up, they will have no choice but to consider themselves unlucky.
Unexpectedly, when I arrived, I discovered that this was not a wilderness, but a large construction site.
Since it is a construction site, there will naturally be work to do. Craftsmen all have skills. As long as they have work, they can support their families.
What they didn't expect was that as soon as they arrived, they were warmly received by a young man who was so fat that he couldn't even see his eyes and some people.
Each family receives rice grains based on their population. Really good grains are not mixed with sand. This did not make them feel at ease, but made them watch their daughters and children more closely.
There are even some families whose daughters are so beautiful that they have them specially plastered. They never believed in the goodwill of the government. They must have taken a fancy to their own children or something.
There won't be any good intentions anyway.
But what was even more unexpected next was that they were even given tents so that they could stay temporarily. This makes these craftsmen who have left their hometowns even more worried.
"Did you see those bricks and tiles? The hill-like bricks behind you. Did you see those warehouses? They are all filled with cement."
Xu Qin pointed to the hill-like bricks and cement warehouses and was talking to these people.
The craftsmen looked around and finally felt relieved. There was work to do, and they could afford to pay back the food and tent money.
"Have you seen our wasteland?" Xu Qin pointed to the barren mountains and ridges behind him.
The craftsmen looked at him like stupid geese, wondering what the young man in front of them wanted to do.
"You have to build your own house. Those bricks, tiles and cement were built for you. Once the house is built, it will be yours."
After Xu Qin finished speaking, he looked at the shocked expressions of these craftsmen and felt very proud.
At this time, the craftsmen finally started talking with a buzz. They felt that they had heard wrongly, and they actually wanted to build a house for themselves, or was it a brick and mortar structure?
This is simply impossible. There must be a conspiracy.
"Sir, you won't lie to us poor craftsmen. We can't afford it and have nothing to give you." The old craftsman said with a sad face.
Xu Qin was waiting for these poor craftsmen to turn over and sing, then cry and be grateful to himself, and finally offer himself as a living god.
But what he was waiting for was this sentence. He was stunned for a while to make sure he heard it correctly.
Damn it, why is this happening? After traveling through time, nothing can be expected.
Little did he know that the migration of people in the Ming Dynasty had always been done by the government taking people to different places and then giving them some means of production and then left to fend for themselves.
I never heard that a house was built, even a brick structure, everything seemed so malicious.
Xu Qin looked at Xu Fugui, who drew out his whip and wanted to kill the old man. Xu Qin stopped him.
It seems that I took it for granted. The common people of this era all have delusions of being persecuted.
"I know you can't afford it, so I pay in installments. From now on, it will be deducted from your wages. If I don't finish it, my son will pay it back."
My son can't finish my grandson's buckle, and his descendants and grandsons can buckle endlessly. I'll buckle you bastards to death. "
Xu Qin said angrily.
"Oh, that's it. Thank you for your kindness." The old craftsman was relieved.
The dark craftsmen actually showed happy expressions, and even celebrated each other, finally letting go of their worries.
Xu Qin was very sad. Is this kindness? I am so wicked and yet I am still being thanked. What kind of world is this.
Losing interest, he handed over the next steps to Wei Chu who had already arrived. These craftsmen would begin building the houses according to Xu Qin's designs.
There are 3,000 craftsmen households, with more than 5,000 registered laborers. These were not all Masons. Statistics need to be categorized and then assigned work.
Boatloads of grain, cloth, ironware, and wood from Prince Ning's Mansion were sent down the river. Xu Qin swiped his pen and stamped it with the seal of Haifansi, and the bill was paid.
Shi Wenxin began to recruit fishermen to train as sailors, and the cannons promised by Zhu Di had been shipped one after another.
The Ming Dynasty Royal Company of Haifansi sent money one by one to the Ministry of Industry or the War Bureau.
You can owe other people's money, but not Zhu Di's. This boss is in a domineering business and even requires payment in advance.
The key point is that these things are still his in name, which is totally shameless, just like a branch purchasing from the head office.
Both the key branches and the head office have one chairman.
As the number of sailors increased, Shi Wenxin became more and more worried, because many of these sailors were definitely not good at first glance.
Although their navigation skills are first-rate, they are clique-like and clique-like. He eats for a living and works secretly and playfully.
He even scorned Shi Wenxin's training. He told Xu Qin several times. Xu Qin was not moved at all.
Let him carry on as usual.
Shi Wenxin had no choice but to hold his nose and practice. Until one day, a group of sailors drank too much and broke into the camp where the musketeers were stationed to peek at the training.
Not surprisingly, he was caught by Luo Zhong.
"I just drank too much. Why did you arrest us? Who knew it was a military camp? I thought it was a brothel..."
One of the sailors, a bearded man with a mouth full of big yellow teeth, shouted arrogantly.
"That's it, is there any more law for the king? Let me go immediately. I don't want to stay in this miserable place anymore. I'll pay my salary and let me go..."
The other skinny monkey also shouted arrogantly.
Under the shouts of these two people, several other people also started to make noises.
"Come if you want, leave if you want. What kind of place do you think this is?" Shi Wenxin's face turned red with anger.
"Where? If you don't make it to the Palace of the King of Hell, you won't let us go when you come? You want to steal our wages and deliberately create trouble for us, you black-hearted dog official... ugh..."
The bearded man sprayed a mouthful of thick phlegm at Shi Wenxin.
"Fart, I never wanted to deduct your wages. I haven't treated you badly since you came here. It's just you who cheated."
Shi Wenxin argued with red face and anger.
"Haha, you still have the nerve to say, what kind of bullshit are you eating? I am not eating big fish and meat somewhere else, with my ladies accompanying me every night.
When I was born here, I broke many rules. If you give me money, I will quit. "
The bearded man shouted. Others followed suit.
Shi Wenxin's brain reacted slowly, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by this bearded man. If you don't let them go, you are a greedy dog official.
How could it be possible to let them go? This was a secret peek into the military camp. Luo Zhong could not agree.
"Where is it? There are big fish, meat, and women. I don't want you to have such a good place to yourself. Tell your brothers to go together."
At this time Xu Qin came, invited by Luo Zhong.
"Who are you? Why should I tell you these evil-hearted officials?" The bearded man looked at Xu Qin with a sneer.
"Are you usually too nice to them? So much so that they think you are easy to bully. How dare you speak like this?" Xu Qin looked back at Shi Wenxin.
Shi Wenxin was a little embarrassed and looked at the bearded man with hatred.
"Boy, you haven't even grown your hair yet, and you're here to teach others a lesson? Why do you want to kill someone when I'm in the wrong place? If you don't dare to kill me, just pay your wages as soon as possible. I want to leave."
Even though the beard was tied up, he still screamed wildly and uncontrollably.
"It seems that he doesn't know me. Am I so unknown? It seems that I am in vain."
Xu Qin sighed and said.
Shi Wenxin took out his whip and whipped the bearded man. He felt very humiliated. If you dare to talk to the young master like this, you are not strict in your discipline.
"No, how can you hit people randomly? I am a reasonable person." Xu Qin stopped Shi Wenxin and said.
"Hey, you still want to hit someone. Come on, just hit him. If I groan, I'm not a son of a bitch. If you don't dare to hit me, just let me go as soon as possible."
The bearded man stared at Xu Qin and shouted excitedly. Like a mad blue dog.
"Let it go, how can you not let it go, but it depends on your luck. Give it a try with me."
Xu Qin said with a sneer.
"Okay, I like gambling the most. I wonder what you want to bet on? Do you want to bet on your ass?" The bearded man spat out dirty words excitedly.
"I'm not betting on my butt. Of course I'm betting on your life. Let's see if you still have a chance to make a fortune!"
Xu Qin said with a sneer.
"Haha, bet on your life. You, a hairless little brat, know what real bets on your life are?" The bearded man was not afraid at all.
"Oh, I probably don't know, Luo Zhong, do you have any apples here?" Xuanxian turned around and asked.
The onlookers' musketeers suddenly became excited. Is the young master going to perform a hundred steps to evade the enemy again? The unique skill of hitting apples with a fire gun. Last time he was a second-grade official, but this time he was a sailor and had to make do.
They were so excited that they even wanted to open the plate.
Bearded didn't know what they were excited about, but he had a bad feeling.
