Bao Ri ate the steamed bun and licked his fingers clean: "The steamed bun is so delicious."

"You have eaten too much, so you think the steamed bun is delicious."

Zhebu shook his head and took the last bite of steamed bread into his mouth.

After hesitating for a long time, he made up his mind: "Baori, there are more and more men outside the city. Not only those from our grasslands, but also many men from Shanxi have come to Datong."

"We have to find another way."

"Brother, I will listen to you." Bao Ri nodded and said, "As long as you have steamed buns to eat every day, anything will happen."

"Go to sleep!"

Zhebu glanced at the stars in the shack, covered Baori with the sheepskin blanket beside him, and then closed his eyes.

The next day, the two brothers walked eastward carrying large and small baggage and all their belongings.

After walking for about twenty miles, we saw a construction site.

I saw a large number of men wearing straw hats and shorts, exposing their copper-colored upper bodies, sweating profusely, waving hoes, and digging constantly.

Not far away, a lot of wood was transported, and the men wielded saws and continued to cut into squares of the correct size.

No matter how you look at it, it is extremely hard physical work.

"Brother——" Bao Ri turned his head, looking puzzled.

"Let's go." Zhebu gritted his teeth and said, "Although it's a bit hard, you can make money."

The two brothers came to a wooden shed.

Outside, the word "Recruitment" is written on the wooden board.

"What?" The middle-aged man in a thin shirt looked up and saw two Mongolians approaching, and smiled: "Want to come work?"

"how much per day?"

Zhebu asked without timidity.

"Twenty cents a day."

The middle-aged man stroked his beard: "Don't underestimate me, but I provide food and accommodation here, and I also provide food every now and then. It's much better than being a guide or escort for you."

"how do you know?"

Zhebu couldn't help but make a sound.

"There are more people like you these days."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "We are stable here, and it's worth being tired."

As he spoke, he whispered: "I told you, don't leak it out. You have worked here for a long time. I will recruit some construction corps in the future. There are many opportunities here!"

“What is a Construction Corps?”

"Hahaha!" The man smiled: "You just serve as a soldier for the imperial court, and you can also divide the land in the future. Such a good opportunity is hard to find!"

When Zhebu heard this, he swallowed his saliva.

Who on the grassland doesn't know that the Ming Emperor's soldiers are the best.

With two silver coins a month, he is provided with food, clothing, housing and transportation, which is much better than many nobles on the grassland. It is a first-class and enviable place.

It's a pity that Suiyuan only recruits a few hundred people a year, which is very rare.

"I did it."

"Okay, sign it!" The middle-aged man smiled slightly and randomly pulled out a piece of paper from the pile: "If you don't know how to write your name, you can just press your fingerprints."

The two of them pressed their fingerprints.

Since they were new arrivals, the two could only be assigned the simplest digging work.

"Remember, you need to dig three feet. Dig along these two lines. It must be neat and not crooked..."

After listening to the instructions, Zhebu asked curiously: "Is this the way to practice officialdom?"

"What official way?"

The leading man laughed and said: "Don't think we are digging roads, but actually we are building iron horses."

"Iron horse?" Zhebu was shocked: "A horse made of iron? It can also run?"

"Hahaha!" The big man liked these ignorant people the most. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head to show off: "Just build two roads made of iron and let the carriages run on them."

"I heard that when a horse is running, even if there are a dozen people behind it, it's as if nothing happened. It's very relaxed."

"The imperial court likes to repair this thing the most."

"How fast can it run?" Zhebu asked curiously.

"As long as we can change horses along the way, we can run four to five hundred miles in a day and night!"

The big man said proudly: "Datong is seven hundred miles from Beijing and can be traveled in two days."

"What about going to Suiyuan?"

Zhebu couldn't help but ask.

"Then it's even closer. Suiyuan is right next to Datong and can be reached in half a day."

Zhebu was so surprised that he didn't recover for a long time.

"good."

A few days later, a team of people arrived at the construction site and saw the workers at work.

The first fat man is covered in silk and satin, wearing cool clothes, with gouache on his face, and holding an umbrella on his head: "How much can you repair every day?"

"Master, there are still too few people."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said: "There are only three hundred people on the construction site, which can only cover half a mile a day."

"not enough."

A sharp voice sounded, and the fat man's face suddenly changed. He was no longer as gentle as before, as if someone had stepped on his foot: "At least two miles of land must be repaired every day."

"There are not enough people, please recruit them for me."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The middle-aged man did not dare to show any disobedience and nodded hurriedly: "Everyone in Datong Prefecture dislikes the low price. Only the Tatars are willing to do it."

"In my humble opinion, we can recruit Tatars in Datong Prefecture to build roads, and we should be able to catch up soon."

"Then let's do it." The white-faced man said sharply: "Whether they are Han people or Tatars, they all have to worship our emperor, can't they be the same?"

"This money should be saved and spent, and there should be no delay."

"It's just that the Tatars have no roads and it's difficult for the government to arrange..."

"He dares to mislead the iron horse? I will rush to help him." The white-faced man raised his orchid finger and said proudly: "Just do it like that, what are you afraid of?"

"yes!"

After getting out of the car and walking three to five steps, the white-faced man left.

The middle-aged man straightened up and spat: "You bastard, don't you just lose three ounces of meat? Why are you so proud?"

He waved his hand and summoned someone: "Go to Datong Mansion to recruit people. I can make up for five hundred..."

Zhebu saw it and couldn't help but think, is that the eunuch serving the emperor?

Wouldn't it be so majestic without that thing?
Chapter completed!