Chapter 003: Black Dragon King's Butt Touched? Can't Touch It?
The news about the well being dug into the black water at the post station spread like the wind through Zhao Quanzhong's big mouth to the surrounding villages. The villagers discussed among themselves, and most of them were terrified. There was no way, the people of the Central Plains were fooled by the stupid policies.
For thousands of years, I have been very courageous. When encountering something as big as this, I start to feel uneasy. They say this is a sign of great disaster, and the end of the world is coming...
No, just before sunset, Zhao Hongru, the head of Zhaozhuang, the village nearest to the inn, rushed to the inn with a large group of old guys. These people are all respectable elders from nearby villages, and they can be called the villagers.
Representative. As soon as they came up, these dozen people took turns to persuade Wan Yichen to seal the well quickly. Some old superstitious people even suggested raising funds to do something big to pray for peace.
In a word, the Black Dragon King's butt is untouchable!
Looking at the menacing gang of feudal old stubborns in front of him, Wan Lei couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He knew that the black water was not black dragon's blood, but oil. As early as the Song Dynasty, Shen Kuo described it in detail in "Mengxi Bi Tan"
I have lived such a good thing, but I didn't expect that three hundred years later, the people are still so ignorant.
Feudal superstition is absolutely forbidden, and this oil well that was drilled by luck cannot be sealed. However, Wan Lei also knows that it is useless to popularize science with these old stubborns. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he said to the chief Zhao Hongru
: "Zhao Li, can you lend me a step to the inner hall to speak?"
In the Ming Dynasty, the local area implemented the li chief system, with 110 households in one li, and the li chief could be regarded as the leader of the local area. Within a few miles of Changping Post Station, the surname Zhao was a common surname, and there were many people. This old master Zhao was also the leader of the clan surnamed Zhao.
He was highly respected and one of the few rural intellectuals in the area who could read and write, so he was honored as the head of the place. Zhao Quanzhong, the postman under Wan Lei, was the nephew of Old Master Zhao.
Wan Lei took Old Master Zhao aside because he wanted to work on him. As long as he could do his ideological work, no matter how big the opinions of those ordinary people were, it would be in vain.
"If your nephew has anything to say, just let him know." Wan Lei has been in charge of Changping Post for a month now. He rarely makes apportionments to the villagers, and he is not like the previous predecessors who used clever names to levy and extort money. Zhao Hongru is very satisfied with this, and even
The wise nephew even called out. He didn't regard Wan Lei as an outsider, and he wished that such a good postmaster could stay in Changpingyi permanently.
Wan Lei was not in a hurry. He took out an oil lamp, lit it, and turned the light to the maximum. When the elder Zhao saw it, he secretly cursed this kid for wasting his family. Why should he light a sky lantern in broad daylight?
Even if your family is extremely rich, you can't waste it like this.
Not to mention, the inn was leaking oil now. Wan Lei lit up the light and started to speak openly: "Zhao Lichang, we are not talking secretly. I will not seal this well."
"Why not seal it? This is a sinister well that has broken the dragon's veins. If the well is not sealed early, it will arouse the anger of the heavens and people, and I am afraid that something big will happen. For the sake of the peace of the people in the village, my nephew must think twice before acting." Zhao Hongru said sincerely.
Di persuaded Tao, as a leader, he also has to comply with public opinion.
"This well is in my post station and belongs to me personally. I won't seal it if I don't want to. As for what the people nearby think of this well, that is their business. If anyone dares to break into my post station to cause trouble, don't blame me.
Turn your back on others." Wan Lei said sternly, looking domineering like a tiger protecting its food.
But it’s no wonder that this oil well will be his cash cow. If he doesn’t protect it now, how much later?! On the principled issue of sovereign ownership, Wan Lei is not like a later government that only pays lip service to serious issues.
Negotiations and stern warnings, but they dare not take any serious action to defend their sovereignty.
"Other people are afraid of the mob, but I am not. I dare to explode the leader of King Yan of the Ming Dynasty, let alone some mobs?! If anyone dares to rob my oil well, I will fuck him to death right away!" This is what he is doing!
’s voice.
"It's natural. Although I am old, I can still restrain the villagers and will not let them offend my nephew for no reason. Otherwise, seal this evil well first, and I will summon the people to dig a new one for my nephew tomorrow.
." Seeing Wan Lei's tyrannical attitude, Zhao Hongru thought that he was deliberately making things difficult and wanted to recruit strong men to dig new wells for him.
"It's not a matter of new well or old well. This well is very useful. As long as it is used properly, everyone can benefit." Once the issue of ownership is clarified, other issues can be easily discussed. Wan Lei protects the food and protects the food, but it is a win-win cooperation.
I still understand the truth.
Oil is a good thing, but it is useless if you can't buy it, refine it, and exchange it for money. Wan Lei knows that his personal abilities and financial resources are limited, so he must find someone to cooperate in development. Zhao Lichang is a local snake in this area, and he and
Cooperating with this person can not only make full use of Zhaozhuang's human resources, but also save a lot of unnecessary trouble.
"This well only produces smelly water, so what good can it do?"
"This kind of smelly water is very smelly, but it has many uses. One of the uses is that it can be used as lamp oil to burn." Wan Lei pointed to the oil lamp in front of him and said: "This is the oil in it. When it is burned,
Isn’t it very prosperous? Isn’t the light very bright?”
"Can this smelly water be used as lamp oil for burning?" Zhao Hongru's eyes widened, obviously in disbelief.
"It's not very easy to burn when it's just pulled out of the well, but it can be burned after simple treatment." Wan Lei smiled lightly and did not continue to introduce the technical issues of oil refining. He changed the topic: "Zhao Lichang, this kind of oil is easy to burn."
The collection and purchasing price can be much lower than peanut oil and lard. I believe there will be many people vying to buy it. Why don’t we work together to develop it and make a fortune together.”
"Can this smelly water really be used as oil to burn?" As soon as he heard the word "get rich", Zhao Hongru's old eyes began to shine. Although he was the head of the clan, his family's originally relatively rich possessions had been destroyed by the rebels.
Having plundered everything and his family was in ruins, his desire to make a fortune was countless times stronger than that of ordinary people.
"You can rest assured when Zhao Li grows up. This smelly water is called petroleum. It can not only be burned, but also has many uses. If used properly, not only can we make a fortune, but the fellow villagers can also benefit from it."
"Can this thing really have so many benefits?" Zhao Hongru looked at Wan Lei for a while, and saw that he didn't seem to want to amuse the poor, so he believed it. However, he still frowned and said
: "It's just that the villagers say this well is a dangerous well and they have to fill it in. If we don't fill it in, we're afraid they won't let us go."
"This is something you have to step forward to solve. This oil well belongs to me. You are responsible for recruiting workers and ensuring the production and safety of the oil well. I am responsible for refining. The profits from the sale of the products will be divided 50-50 and no one will suffer. If you, Mr.
If you are willing, we will start working on it; if you are not willing, we will stop you and I will find someone else to cooperate with you."
"Fifty-five cents?" Zhao Hongru's old eyes rolled around a few times, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'm willing to do it."
Wan Lei and Zhao Lichang were engaged in internal trading in the lobby. The old guys were a little impatient sitting in the lobby. Seeing that it was getting dark, they were even more anxious and anxious to get an explanation. Please hurry up.
Go back and give the villagers a satisfactory explanation.
It was not until nightfall that Wan Lei and Zhao Hongru finally negotiated the specific details of cooperating to open oil. An old man and a young man walked out side by side, chatting and laughing. They looked like old friends who had not known each other for a long time. Everyone here
The old feudal people were all astonished and thought to themselves: How can they still smile so happily when a disaster is approaching?
"Everyone, that black water well is indeed a well of evil, a well of great evil." Zhao Hongru glanced at the companions present, his face suddenly became extremely solemn, and he asked mysteriously: "Have you ever heard of the Black Dragon King?
"
Without waiting for the answers from those old feudalists, Old Master Zhao continued to trick his grandson by telling ghost stories: "The Black Dragon King is an evil dragon hiding underground. They like to go around and do whatever they want. Wherever they go, something will happen."
Earthquake. A black dragon king happened to pass by our place, and Wan Xianxi’s well drilling happened to hit its heart. Now it is severely injured, bleeding and unable to move."
"Ah, then, what should we do?" The group of old feudalists were indeed deceived and did not discuss it. They looked at the "well-informed" Mr. Li Chang with a look of fear, hoping that Mr. Li Chang could play a pioneering and exemplary role and lead the way.
Let's get through this crisis.
Zhao Hongru glanced at Wan Lei who was smiling but not smiling, and then he straightened his mind and said: "Everyone, if we seal the well now, it will be to help the Black Dragon King stop the bleeding. I'm afraid that after it recovers, it will become ferocious and attack everywhere.
At that time, it would be easy to invite the dragon, but it would be difficult for the dragon, so we will suffer the consequences. Fortunately, Wan Xianxi remained calm in the face of danger, and insisted on not filling the well despite all the opinions, so that the Black Dragon King could not stop the bleeding, and then drained the dragon's blood, Black Dragon
The king will die, and we will be at peace."
"Let the Black Dragon King bleed to death?" Zhao Quanzhong, who was listening in the audience, was also a timid well-filling man. Hearing his uncle's words, he was extremely shocked and said: "The Black Dragon King is a spiritual beast, let's do this
, I’m afraid that if Heaven knows about it, it will impose a great crime.”
After hearing Zhao Xiaosheng's statement, the old feudal lords all began to panic and looked at Lord Li with eager eyes, hoping that Lord Li would make a decision.
"Well,,," Zhao Hongru couldn't tell the lie, so he had to look at Wan Lei for help. In fact, the Black Dragon King's rhetoric was Wan Lei's original creation, and Mr. Zhao was just a repeater. In terms of deceiving people,
, there is still a big gap between Mr. Zhao and an "old demon" like Wan Lei.
"Everyone, this well will be dug even if it is not dug. The Black Dragon King will be injured even if the well is filled. Even if the well is filled now, the Black Dragon King will definitely come back to take revenge after he is injured. If the well is not filled, the Black Dragon King will be killed. Heavenly Court may punish him if he knows about it.
, maybe not. How about we take a gamble and do some calculations to see if it's good or bad and then decide whether to fill the well or not." Wan behind the scenes had to come forward, but he still played the trick.
"Okay, then fortune telling." In the eyes of these old and young superstitious people, the high technology of divination and fortune telling means that God, the most impartial and selfless person, can judge, so they all agreed. Zhao Hongru looked at Wan Lei uneasily.
With a calm face, he finally swallowed the words when they reached his lips.
Wan Lei secretly laughed in his heart: They are a bunch of stupid pigs who don't even understand the principles of human affairs. They deserve to be played without any discussion. No, he took out a copper coin from his pocket and said to the crowd: "Time is running out, let's throw a copper coin.
If the word is facing up, the well will be sealed; if the word is facing down, the well will be left intact."
"Okay, then throw the copper coin." The superstitious people still had no objection. Wan Lei muttered a few "congratulations" that others could not understand, and then flicked the copper coin upwards. The superstitious people's eyes were fixed on this
Zhao Hongru felt extremely uneasy as the copper coins were spinning around uncertainly. He was afraid that this throw would destroy his newly found wealth. He couldn't afford to play with such a heartbeat.
There was a soft "pop" sound, and the copper coins fell on the table. Wan Lei immediately covered it with his hand. All the superstitious people came over, anxiously waiting to see God's verdict, and Zhao Hongru's face was filled with panic.