"The main force is taking the blame!" Wang Wenzuo slandered, but his face was extremely serious: "Then when will we send out troops?"
"It will probably take another month!" Liu Renyuan looked at the sky outside the window: "Spring grass is blooming!"
Wang Wenzuo nodded. Although Liu Renyuan did not finish his words, he already understood: the Tang army's horses, which had just survived a winter on hay, were too thin and unbearable to drive. This is undoubtedly a big disadvantage for the Tang army with thousands of war horses. Although a month's delay is not enough to restore these war horses to their best condition, they will definitely be much stronger than they are now.
"Protector, I have a request!"
"Request?" Liu Renyuan glanced at Wang Wenzuo. This young man could always bring him surprises: "Tell me, what is the request?"
"If possible, I hope to participate in this expedition and fight side by side with the robes!"
"Are you going too?"
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo looked as usual: "I know what the responsibilities of a soldier are when joining the army, but at this time of life and death, I still hope to be with the robes!"
"Okay, okay!" Wang Wenzuo's words moved Liu Renyuan quite a bit. As a soldier who joined the army, Wang Wenzuo could justifiably stay in the safe Sixian City without having to participate in this rather dangerous expedition: "As expected, I didn't I misjudged you. Although you were born in Guandong, you have the courage of a Guanlong man. I promise you that I will also serve as your former battalion officer!"
"Thank you, Protector!"
There is still a long way to go from the residence. Wang Wenzuo is on the horse and Sancho is holding the reins. He has walked this road many times, but never as difficult as today.
Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, I have heard about these two famous fortified cities from soldiers and prisoners.
Different from the mountain gates that Wang Wenzuo captured previously, these two cities are mountain cities that the Baekje people spent nearly a hundred years building. They are composed of several stone forts located on hillsides and mountaintops, leading to these stone forts. The only thing left is the winding and steep mountain path, and the defenders can hurl stones and arrows at the enemies on the road from a high position, but the attacker's siege equipment has difficulty in passing the path up the mountain, and the closer it gets to the top of the mountain, the harder it becomes.
In the era of cold weapons, if you wanted to capture a mountain city of this size, you had to either besiege it for a long time and wait for its supplies to run out, or attack it fiercely regardless of sacrifice, but the Tang army was short of time and lives.
"Go ahead to dangers!"
"What?" Sancho turned around: "What kind of mountain is this tiger? What are you talking about?"
"Nothing!" Wang Wenzuo glanced at Sancho who still knew nothing: "Maybe this time, we are in big trouble!"
The metal solution flowed into the clay mold, making a squeaking sound. Liu Chongguang's eyes were fixed on the craftsmen's operations for a moment. This is the most critical time in casting, and it is also the most dangerous time. As long as the temperature and process are slightly wrong, , the metal solution in the clay mold will explode. Not only will the previous efforts be wasted, but the craftsmen who are splashed will also be killed or injured.
Maybe the gods and Buddhas heard Liu Chongguang’s prayer, and nothing happened today. When the copper liquid gradually solidified and cooled, showing the unique golden color of bronze before it was oxidized, Liu Chongguang secretly exhaled a long breath and signaled the craftsmen to remove the copper. The clay mold on the outside of the piece was broken into pieces and then transported to the next workshop for polishing - this was also a new term he learned from Wang Wenzuo, that is, the process was divided into several steps, and each process was arranged in a special room.
Liu Chongguang admitted that this practice did help the craftsmen improve their craftsmanship quickly, because they only need to do one thing repeatedly every day, but he also believed that these people did not deserve to be called masters at all - in his opinion, only those who master everything Only those who are skilled in craftsmanship are worthy of the glorious title of master.
"Master Liu, we exceeded our quota again today!"
"Well, by how much?" Liu Chongguang nodded.
"Twenty percent!"
"Everything has been inspected. Are they all qualified?"
"The quality inspector has already checked it, look!" The little boss carefully presented a piece of tissue paper with a red mark on it. Liu Chongguang recognized that this was the mark of the quality inspector and nodded. He untied a copper seal and printed it on the papyrus paper: "Take it!"
"Thank you, Master Liu!" The little boss quickly took the tissue paper and ran away excitedly. Liu Chongguang looked at his back and couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head. He did know why the little boss was so excited. According to the regulations - this is another new term coined by Wang Wenzuo: every worker has a daily quota. If the quota is not met, the worker must work overtime without pay until the quota is met.
This is not surprising to Liu Chongguang - in the past, it was not surprising that people who could not finish the work within the specified time would not only have to work overtime, be beaten, starved, or even beheaded; if they exceeded the quota, they would be rewarded according to the excess amount, including wine, grain, and cloth. Yes, in addition, if you can save raw materials, improve technology, improve processes, reduce waste, etc., as long as it is beneficial to production, you will be given various rewards. This is something Liu Chongguang has never heard of.
In the past, there were rewards from superiors for doing well at work, but they all depended on the mood of the superiors. They were not written on the wall like this. The rewards for more work were written clearly and they were carried out meticulously. This is Liu Shigemitsu had never heard of it.
The effect of this was immediate. Almost all the craftsmen in the workshop were Baekje people, and some of the workers were even captured soldiers. Naturally, these people who had subjugated their country had no good impression of the invading Tang people, but as time went by, the output increased. and quality are constantly improving, and soon exceed the original level. Liu Chongguang was surprised to find that some guys who were always trying to be lazy began to think about improving their skills. This was something that had never happened before.
"He is really a guy who knows how to capture people's hearts!" Liu Chongguang sighed, and was about to go to the workshop to inspect again to see if there was anything left behind by those who were off work, but he heard someone outside the door saying: : "Master Liu!"
"Oh, Zen Master Huicong!" Liu Chongguang pulled out the chair and invited the other party to sit down: "Why do you have time to come? Please sit down quickly and I will get you some water!"
"No need to bother!" Hui Cong's face looked a little ugly. He waved his hand to stop Liu Chongguang's attentiveness: "Master Liu, I'll leave right away!"
"Oh, oh!" Liu Chongguang looked at Hui Cong with some confusion. During this period, he was running between workshops in the city and shipyards outside the city. He was very busy. He had not met Hui Cong a few times, except for a few times. When he met the other party, he was in a hurry, as if he was busy with something, and he didn't dare to ask more questions. Unexpectedly, he came uninvited today.
"Did you know? The Tang Dynasty is going to war again!" Hui Cong looked at no one outside the door and lowered his voice.
"War?" Liu Chongguang was stunned: "Zen Master, how did you know?"
