Beiyang new warlord

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You must know that this year, Dongjiang, regardless of whether it is cloth, steel products, coal, or whatever, is skyrocketing!

In the past weaving, a housewife worked during the day and fiddled with the loom at night. From the beginning to the end, weaving took at least half a year. Even if some capitalism sprouted, such as those weaving workshops in Songjiang, a large group of weavers gathered To get up and work, a batch of cloth will take half a month.

Dongjiang used to be the same, but the manpower and raw materials here are cheaper than Songjiang, so the market can be opened at a low price.

But when the steam engine came, Dongjiang went crazy!

Whether it is a loom or a spinning machine, it is a regular and uniform movement, so a steam engine with this handle can do it.As long as there is coal, this product can hardly sleep all day long. A single steam engine can drive dozens of spinning wheels and dozens of looms. In just one day, it is enough to weave more than ten bolts of cloth. It didn't drop, but the efficiency and labor cost dropped by more than ten times at once, and the industrialization of the steam age has already revealed its horror.

Six steam engine workshops were opened in Bitter Leaf Town, and the five or six thousand people laid off by Fan Wenju were directly replenished here, and the strength was riveted. In the past half a year, these workshops have spit out six to seven hundred steam engines for Dongjiang , The chicken lays the egg, the egg lays the chicken. Relying on these iron guys, Dongjiang has fulfilled Mao Zedong's hope of industrialization. There are big black smoke pipes everywhere, and the production efficiency has increased by [-] to [-] times.

All of a sudden, there were so many pieces of cloth that they were used for calculation, and there was no place to store them. There was too much! Moreover, if the cloth was not stored properly, it would become moldy and rotted, whether it was Fan Wenju or the Zhao family, Wen family, Shen family, Kong family, etc. The big giants always ship as soon as they can, as long as the quantity is enough. After several discussions in the Liaoshang Guild Hall, they almost set a super low price of one penny. If they can sell for two pennies, it is already super profitable.

Of course, it’s impossible for Lao Cheng to know these things. In Boss Zhao’s cheerful waving farewell, he was sitting on a carriage full of cloth, pulling a heavy box, and his big mouth was almost like a toad’s mouth. The back molars are exposed.The big girls and young daughters-in-law of Dongjiang on the road ran away quickly when they saw him, thinking that he was crazy, which really embarrassed the people of the capital.

However, as I was walking, there was a sound of tinkling irons coming through again. I turned my head and saw that next to the cloth shop, the iron shops were also clustered together on the street, and I happened to see a large circle of large iron pots hanging at the door of a family. , happy in his heart, Lao Cheng yelled and asked casually.

"Brother, how much is this iron pot worth?"

That's a Henan hey'er, while forging iron, while the bearded master, who still wears this apron and shirtless in winter, replied casually.

"The big ones are one penny, and the small ones are five hundred. If you buy them in batches, the price can be negotiated!"

With a bang, Lao Cheng fell directly from the car.

Ironware is not cheap these days. On the grasslands, it is normal to exchange a pot for a horse. Even in the capital, the cheapest ones these days cost more than one or two. Standing up from the ground with a dizzy head, touching the suffocating bag, Lao Cheng wished he could slap himself a few times.

He and Xu Laoxiang helped each other out with difficulty, and then they ushered in a new round of blows.

"Goldware, high-quality goldware, a specialty of Bitterleaf Town, it's cheaper!"

"The finest wood at wholesale prices!"

With a cry, this year, many people regret that they have less money.

This year Dongjiang is like a volcanic eruption. To use the popular language of later generations, it is to set a small goal first, to earn him [-] million! It's just that Mao Jue, who has become an upstart again, is very unhappy for the first time.

"These two batches of 40 are given to the old Daoist Xuankong, so that he can continue to study the steam engine. How can it improve efficiency, reduce the volume, and pull more things? Give him whatever he wants! Pick it up for this general! Give me what you want!"

In the entire Ming Dynasty, there were not many people who could speak so arrogantly, except for Mao Jue. However, in his words, he still showed a lot of helplessness, and his expectations were too high. After he got the steam engine, he couldn't wait to want it As a result, four steam engines were used as power, and the speed of a three-tier battleship of more than 30 meters was not as fast as that of a sailing ship. At this time, the power provided by the steam engine was still insufficient.

It is no wonder that Watt improved the steam engine in [-], but the steam train did not appear until after his death in [-]. During this period, it took nearly half a century to improve the existing steam engine. As for the steamship, it was even later.

Fortunately, Mao Jue had a dedicated scientific research team. Alchemists like Xuankong Laodao were the earliest chemists in the Ming Dynasty.

After seeing the distressed and trembling Fan Wen raised it up, Mao Jue frowned again and pinched his chin, which didn't have a few mustaches.

Can you play the idea of ​​​​the Dutchman?

I have to mention that I have just started in the guild. The British, the French, and the Italians have been doing it for hundreds of years, and they have far surpassed Ming Dynasty in terms of talent. The Germans used clockwork to create the first pocket watch. The Ming Dynasty, which gave birth to gunpowder weapons, had to learn how to make cannons from Britain and Spain, and then made today's Hongyi cannons.

The last time the Dutch East India Company co-authored Zheng Zhilong came to beat him. Afterwards, Mao Jue pretended not to see it, but he couldn't pretend not to see it in vain. He used trade as a threat to coerce them to introduce some talents, it should be ok!

However, this was not the only thing that caused Mao Jue a headache. Just after seeing off Fan Wenju, with a stack of documents at the other end, Adelena walked in gracefully.

"Master, the old man's notebook has been written."

Mao Wenlong said he was going to retire, but he really didn’t mean to say that after the steam engine production line in Bitter Leaf Town was completed, Mao Jue was forced to go home, and then no matter whether it was the completion of a new textile factory or the completion of a water conservancy project, it would be the same. He took Chen Jiao out of the country, and Mao Jue was called to receive teaching more and more time. It seemed that Mao Wenlong wanted to put his whole life in Mao Jue's head.

This is the Chinese people, who shine and glow all their lives, and finally return to their roots, turning them into nutrients to nourish the next generation.

But hearing the news, Mao Jue couldn't help but sighed, threw the things on the table, and leaned on the back of the chair with his head in his hands, his mood was a bit complicated.

When he first arrived in this world, he even thought that he had been tricked, or was pulled by an unscrupulous crew to become an extra. After all, you swim in the sea, suddenly you are clever, change the time and space, change the world, everything is familiar All the things I had left were far away, and it is not impossible to change to someone with poor acceptance, and it will collapse on the spot.

In this case, it is impossible for him to regard Mao Wenlong as his real father in his heart. To him, Mao Wenlong is just a shield.

But now, after so many years, Mao Jue has even gotten used to Mao Wenlong, a towering tree. He dared to send troops thousands of miles away, isn't it because there is such a big tree sitting in his hometown?But now, Mao Wenlong is really going to leave Dongjiang, go back to his hometown in Zhejiang, and hand over the class he has been working for all his life to himself. Mao Jue is really a little confused.

Even if she didn't know Mao Jue's secret, Adelaine could understand Mao Jue's current mood. She was holding the document, standing quietly in front of the desk, waiting quietly.

After about seven or eight minutes, Mao Jue suddenly sat back with a jolt, and immediately seemed to be refreshed, and piled up the messy copywriting on the table, Mao Jue clapped his hands with a smile.

"get off work!"

"Didn't the old man like Ya Ge's vegetarian restaurant recently? Ask Mao Li to book a table, and we'll go home tonight!"

"Understood, sir!"

There was also a smile on Adelaina's face, it seemed that Mao Jue had passed the hurdle in his heart.

After all, this world belongs to young people!

Da da da high heels rang again in the corridor, tidying up casually, Mao Jue was also about to miss work, humming a little tune, with a briefcase in his mouth, he easily walked out from behind the desk, he could reach out and push the door Before, he was stunned again.

On the door, there is an annual calendar made by Xuankong and the others. In half a month, the ninth year of Chongzhen will say goodbye.

In my impression, something big happened in the ten years of Chongzhen! But it has been several years since this era, and Mao Jue didn't think about it for a while. Anyway, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Even if Chongzhen suddenly Laxila died, and it will not affect him for the time being. Mao Jue's chest was filled with thoughts of making up for the family relationship with the old man in the last period of time. With a bang, he closed the door heavily.

creak~

Amidst the tooth-sickening sound of the wood, the nail hanging on the corner of the calendar was knocked off by this blow. The calendar lost its balance and slammed to one side.

Chapter 349. Preparing

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. As the Chinese New Year is approaching, Lao Chengzhen really tastes the sadness. Sitting by the port, he sips a small wine.

Success is also Xiao He, failure is also Xiao He, this year's Dongjiang Clearance sweeps goods, it is foreseeable that people will pay a lot of money, but also because there are too many goods shipped this year, and there is not enough space for shipping back. They didn't pay attention to this, and the two of them were still full of Dongjiang, looking for something cheap, and discussing bringing it back to the capital. As a result, on the fourth day, they saw from Dongjiang's unique tabloids that two groups of foreign businessmen were actually fighting because of the space on the ship. The two of them panicked and ran to the port to ask. The location has been out for more than ten days.

What's even more tragic is why he is always the unlucky one. Yesterday, after waiting in line for several days, the last seat was given by fellow Xu. At this time, there is no brotherhood. The husband and wife are the same birds. Flying separately at the imminent disaster! The two of them drank a few drinks, and the old man forced him to leave first with a smile on his face. As a result, there is no place for this one, and there will be no one for the next one. On the port signboard, recently It will take more than ten days for the cabin.

But the [-]-day deadline for leaving the Dongjiang River is only one day left. Lao Cheng doesn't know what will happen after the deadline expires, but he knows how brutal and cruel the soldiers are these days, and he really has no choice , I could only throw the goods into the Dongjiang River and go back by myself.

But in this way, the last sum of capital is here, so I really can only close the shop and go back to my hometown in Shanxi to farm.

The wine was more worrying, and a pot of corn shochu, a special product of Dongjiang, was poured into his stomach. He drank it like a fire in his stomach, and he was dazed. He grabbed the wine bottle and threw it into the sea.

"His grandma's!"

Drunk, wobbly, like a bum, a few girls saw him wandering in the street like a bird, they hurriedly avoided, and even scolded a hooligan disdainfully, the guy seemed happy when he heard it, Scratching his neck behind him, he yelled.

"Rogue, what's wrong with me being a hooligan, I'm a hooligan, I'll just hooligan you, haha!"

Following Zhang Yang's yelling, the people around him hid further away, and the girls fled for their lives in such small steps that they disappeared without a trace.

The inn where he was staying was not far from here. He was drunk from seven to twelve and wandered in with an empty bottle.