Fang Shiyi stroked his forehead.
My brother-in-law is really uncomfortable with himself. Wouldn't it be nice for the young couple to have sex with each other just like they did in the suburbs just now? If you insist on provoking your sister, it’s not like you don’t know that she has a bad temper.
Kong Fang felt like he was in trouble.
Wasn't it good just now?
Why did you fall out without saying you were going to fall out?
"Madam, don't get excited, don't get excited, just listen to me." He comforted her gently, Fang Shiyi also tried to persuade her to make peace, but Fang Shibo stood by and watched.
Huh, who told him to talk nonsense? My brother-in-law didn’t pay attention to the roof for three days!
Fang Shiqing took back the sword, but his anger remained.
As a member of the same sex, Gongsun Chai sympathized with his young and promising boss, but his wife was right next to him and she was eyeing him. Even though he had thousands of words in his heart, he still didn't dare to let go of them.
Kong Fang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Actually, I want to build a cement workshop."
"Making cement is not only hard work under the current conditions, but also relatively dangerous, especially in the initial stage. These bandits are all young and strong, and they are strong laborers. It is just right for them to do it."
"And I am an official of the imperial court. It is not convenient for the cement workshop to be recorded in my name, so I want to buy these bandits in the name of Shibo."
"Hey, it's a pity that Shibo can't bear this important responsibility."
He sighed pretentiously, but Fang Shibo didn't buy his fault. I'm still underage, you can't even try to trick me into working for you!
"What if they escape or even rebel?" Fang Shiqing ignored his nonsense.
"Brother-in-law, what is cement?" Fang Shiyi was confused.
Look, look, that's the gap.
My wife's eyes are full of distrust, and my sister-in-law has begun to understand the key to the problem. Kong Fang replied: "Cement is a building material that can be used to build buildings and harden roads."
"As for how it is made, it is more complicated. Let me explain it to you later."
Saying it means not saying it.
Fang Shiqing rolled her eyes, but since he had proven with his own abilities that he was no ordinary nerd, she finally chose to believe him.
Anyway, the Fang family doesn't lack the money to buy slaves. Of course it's good that he succeeded. After all, he is a man and should have his own industry in his hands.
In case it fails...
If you fail, just fail. It’s not like I can’t support him. Fang Shiqing was startled by his sudden idea.
The one I am specifically targeting is a man, why should I, the young lady, raise him?
When did this lady start to be so tolerant of him? No, I have to make an agreement with him. If he fails to start his business, he must wash my feet for the rest of my life.
Plus you are not allowed to talk back for the rest of your life! No quarrels allowed! Don't admit your mistakes!
In the end, it was Fang Shiqing who signed the paperwork for buying and selling domestic slaves.
In order to build a pig farm, Lao Song and Kong Fang climbed mountains and waded in search of large bluestones suitable for laying floors. The first thing they discovered was a limestone mountain. Lao Song cursed bad luck, saying that limestone is brittle and not suitable at all.
In the words of Lao Song, it is a piece of waste!
Kong Fang thought it was like he had discovered a treasure. Because he thought of cement.
When he was a sophomore in high school, he experimented with cement production. He only needed to apply the experience of his previous life and improve it, and then invest money and manpower. Mass production of cement was no longer a dream.
Cement, with its practicality and applicability, is bound to have a broad market, and with it...
It must be money spent in vain!
He is not greedy. It is his ideal in life to become the Musk of Daxing Dynasty.
Kong Fangzheng was happily letting his dreams fly, but the naughty child always appeared when he didn't expect it.
"Brother-in-law, you're drooling." Fang Shibo pointed at the sparkling liquid at the corner of Kong Fang's mouth and shouted.
I go……
Kong Fang glared at him, couldn't he just let me daydream happily? Fang Shiqing also looked disgusted. She had never seen such a sloppy man.
Kong Fang lowered his head in disbelief.
The first snow in the five years of Daxing Jiaqing came earlier than in previous years.
Of course, this was not what Kong Fang said.
He looked up at the almanac: it was the first day of October in the fifth year of Jiaqing.
The cement workshop is half a mile away from the limestone mine. The Qingshui River flows through here. The fast river drives a huge water mill to crush the limestone and iron slag.
The crushed limestone and iron slag are mixed with other raw materials and then sent to the nearby blast furnace for calcination. After calcination at high temperature, cement is produced. The craftsmen who fired the water mix were carefully selected by him, and he taught them every process step by step.
As for the bandits, they are not qualified to learn cement manufacturing technology. They are only suitable for hard work.
They are responsible for mining ore, breaking the ore with heavy hammers, and transporting the ore... In short, they are engaged in the heaviest physical labor.
At first they protested strongly, shouting that they were the kings of the mountain. Even without their fangs and claws, they were still kings. They were determined not to do hard work.
Kong Fang didn't tolerate them and suddenly used the sword on Fang Shiqing's waist.
"Chi...chi..."
A few rays of cold light flashed through, and several thorn heads immediately disappeared.
"Who else?"
Kong Fang pointed his sword at the bandit, with blood on his face, making him look hideous. The smell of blood made him want to vomit, but he endured it.
The bandits were stunned. They were just expressing their opinions. How could they be so cruel?
Who the hell is the bandit?
Drops of blood dripped from the tip of the sword, and the construction site was silent.
Fang Shiqing stood beside Kong Fang, always on guard against him fainting from blood. If he suddenly fell down, these heads would be lost in vain; Fang Shiyi was in a complicated mood, and she might prefer the brother-in-law who wrote the poem.
But on the opposite side is a group of bandits who have not lost their ferocity, and they cannot be suppressed without iron and blood.
The surviving bandits stretched their necks and shrank back. It turned out that the scholars were cruel and even more bandits than the bandits. They were not really hard-headed, they were muddled, and they were also afraid of death.
So they gave up and bowed their once arrogant heads obediently.
They do the hardest and most tiring work every day, and can only eat one wheat bran steamed bun for each meal.
However, Kong Fang did not relax his vigilance because of this. It is easy for a country to change its nature and it is hard to change its nature. Their bowing down now is just a temporary suppression.
In time they will forget their fear and bare their fangs.
He would not give them a chance. He handcuffed every two bandits together with anklets. The anklets were long enough and did not affect their work.
But what if you want to run? not easy.
Want to resist?
Please wash your neck first.
Driven by hunger, the bandits learned their lesson. They sent representatives to ask Kong Fang to intercede, hoping to slightly improve the food. Kong Fang didn’t want them to starve to death, so he added half a wheat bran bun to each person, and granted them an hour every day to send ten people to the river to catch fish.
Fish is rich in protein, which can not only provide them with nutrition, but also require no additional expenses for the owner, which is the best of both worlds.
The labor dispute was resolved.
