Coming out of the Min Mansion, I felt relaxed, light and fast. People who came to visit were either riding big horses or sitting in four-carriage sedans. Hong Dashou, who drove the eleventh road, was the most unique among them.

Don't laugh!

You are officials! From now on, I, Hong Dashou, will also be an official!

Lin Shangwo, who was waiting for Hong DaShou outside, saw him coming out with a happy face and knew that Hong DaShou had accomplished the task.

"Congratulations to Brother Hong for ranking first in the Sima High School Examination next year!"

"Hahahahaha, you are actually not serious sometimes! I don't dare to think of being number one. It would be great if you can pass the test."

"Superintendent Min values ​​Brother Hong so much because of your outstanding talent, Hong Dashou!"

"To be honest, Superintendent Min is indeed a promising official."

It is better to be a disciple of such a person than to be a disciple of those incompetent and rebellious disciples who suddenly rose to a high position out of thin air because of their status as relatives.

Min Tinghye is able to do things, knows how to do things, and is willing to do things. Even in the Jin Zuchun camp of the Andong Jin family where talents gather, he is still a general and a capable general.

In the case of the manslaughter of Zhou Wenmo last time, apart from the other two factions watching the show, Min Tinghye was pushed to take the blame, which shows how high his status is. For this kind of thing, his status is not enough, and he is not even qualified to take the blame.

In a sense, the position he occupies on the right side of the hall where the decree is held is more important than a judgment. Any news in the palace can be spread immediately.

In other words, as long as he was on duty, it would be impossible for Princess Jeongsun to issue an edict through the hands of King Sunjong.

Who gave Min Tinghye the right to draft edicts on his behalf?

If the decree is not drafted by Chengzhi, it is a useless piece of paper! This is the procedure and rules of the feudal era, the compromise after the struggle between monarchy and ministerial power.

It is conceivable that if nothing happens, Min Ting will continue to work in this position for a long time.

The longer you work, the more beneficial it will be to Hong Dashou. Everyone knows that it is easy for someone in the court to be an official.

The next day, a scribe came from the Hanyang Mansion and asked Hong Dashou to go to the official camp to select people. They got an order from the superiors to send several official craftsmen to the Minling Supervisor's family in the main hall.

Hong Dashou took out a small piece of silver from his money bag, about the size of two coins, and handed it to the scribe.

"You should also go and have some wine with me."

"Thank you, Master." The scribe bent down and walked out to meet Hong Dashou.

Lin Shangwo harnessed a mule for Hong Dashou. He didn't have a horse to ride on, so he had to ride on it. Anyway, he had a ready-made mule.

Wandering along the way, we actually didn’t go to Hanyang Mansion, but to Hanyang Station and Hanyang Camp Hall, where craftsmen gathered.

"Let me ask you, if Superintendent Min is in urgent need, how many craftsmen can he choose to leave?"

"Within ten people, you can do whatever you want!"

Hong Dashou felt relieved and started knocking out a steam engine by hand. If it was only given to one person and two people, it would take until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.

The soldiers in the hall quickly called out more than thirty men with thick hands and feet and dark faces. Although they were craftsmen affiliated with the government, they were not much different from official slaves. They just had enough to eat because of their craftsmanship.

“Who’s going to punch the wheel?”

Three men came out and asked for it directly.

"Who else knows how to make an iron cylinder? It must fit tightly and there must be no air leakage."

There are two more.

"Which carpenter has the best craftsmanship?"......

Finally, nine people were selected and agreed to lend them to Min Tingyue for the time being. As for the date, they were not yet announced.

Superintendent Min will say it again when he thinks about it!

Lin Shangwo took off a large bag from his mule, which contained more than a thousand Changping coins. Hong Dashou weighed it, turned around and gave it to the officers and soldiers in the camp hall.

As for the clerk in charge of this matter in the camp, Lin Shangwo also went over and stuffed him with twenty taels of cash. Let him be patient, as this man Hong Dashou may have to be borrowed for a long time.

Originally, the job of managing government-run craftsmen was not very lucrative. The materials allocated by the state were insufficient, and quality and quantity had to be ensured. The official was in a state of misery. He did not know how much money he would make in one job, but now he is still able to do it.

See money.

In addition, knowing that Hong Dashou was running under Min Tinghuo's family, Hong's elder brother immediately became younger than Hong's brother. If there was a connection, he would also like to join Min Tinghuo. If he were to be a low-ranking official from the sixth rank, he would be as good as a beggar.

After dismissing the people, Hong Dashou went home all the way. These craftsmen had no special emotions, and the brand on their arms could not be removed. They had been official craftsmen all their lives, and they could only become thieves if they wanted to escape.

Not everyone can make this decision. A thief will be a thief after all, and to be a thief, you must have the consciousness to behead your head.

In addition, in order to build the steam engine, Min Tingyue gave him one hundred taels. One yard equals one yard, and he did not take advantage of Hong Dashou.

The craftsmen were placed in the side room on the third floor. Their families still lived in the camp hall, so there was no need to bother with arrangements. Hong Dashou only had to take care of the nine mouths and send a few buckets of rice back to each of their families every month.

There are steam engine parts in the yard, and Hong Dashou had already dismantled them in pieces in order to transport them home. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the mules to carry them, and it would be difficult for the forbidden gates to pass.

First, let the servants cook a large pot of thick porridge, then let the nine craftsmen drink a round, and then start assembling it.

Nine people lined up in a row, squatting under the eaves, slurping hot porridge, finishing a large bowl and preparing to put it down.

"Keep drinking when you're not full. I won't miss your mouthful." Hong Dashou saw that there was still a lot of porridge in the big iron pot.

But the nine craftsmen were surprised, and they all looked at Hong Dashou. It was probably the first time they met him.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

After confirming that what Hong Dashou said was true, several people went to drink a large bowl of wine in an orderly manner.

After drinking, the nine people looked much better. Hong Dashou pointed to the parts lying around and the sketch of the steam engine he bought, and asked them to put them together.

Hong Dashou has the ability to dismantle it, but not the ability to install it. He is probably the kind of person who dismantles his own air conditioner, washes the filter, and installs four more screws after cleaning.

There are some differences between Western drawings and Eastern drawings, but these craftsmen can probably figure it out after fumbling for a while.

Hong Dashou chose a place with warm sunshine, moved a big pillow, and lay down to watch them do it. He wanted to do it, but unfortunately he didn't have the ability.

It took more than two hours, nine people argued twice, and spat on each other once, before they finally put the steam engine together.

Hong Dashou asked someone to bring coal to light the fire, and it was running normally without any problems.

"Can you take this thing and expand it eight times?"

"Reporting to the master, good steel is not easy to find. Burma Railway and Guangzhou Railway all come from the Qing Dynasty."

"You don't know how to make iron? You don't know how to fry steel? You don't know how to pour steel?" Hong Dashou was surprised. Isn't it just about the carbon content?

"Huh? It's possible, but it consumes a lot of materials." A craftsman came out.

Is our Hong Dashou a moneyless person?
Chapter completed!