At the entrance of Xie Guang's courtyard, there was a carriage parked, with large boxes and small bags piled on it, which was full of goods.
Jin Feng checked it and nodded with satisfaction.
As expected of Mr. Hou, the pig iron he bought was much better than what the old blacksmith had bought.
The blacksmith and carpenter also bought a new set of tools.
What surprised Jin Feng the most was that the housekeeper actually found saltpeter and magnesium powder.
With these things, Jin Feng can try to make more powerful weapons.
This is the real life-saving trump card in his heart, and he has never told anyone about it.
It's just that he went to Jinchuan before and searched all the shops in the city, but couldn't find these two things.
Xie Guang's family was not big to begin with. After Qing Huai and his guards and housekeepers took up residence, there was no room left. Jin Feng asked the guards to build a marching tent in the yard and unload their things into the tent.
There are people standing guard here 24 hours a day, which is much safer than leaving him at home.
After he had eaten and drank enough and bought some things, Jin Feng picked out some things he needed and carried them back to his home with a full warehouse.
Looking at the small stove next to the wall, Jin Feng felt a little toothache.
This furnace is too small, too crude, and its output is too low.
But there was nothing he could do about it. If he wanted to build his ideal stove, even with Qinghuai's help, it would probably take at least a few months.
There was simply no time.
Qinghuai's bodyguard has already gone to Bianjing with his family letter. If it is to be rebuilt, the furnace may not be built yet and the transfer order may be brought back.
"Forget it, let's make a batch for emergency use first and then change the stove later."
Jin Feng could only comfort himself in this way.
From that night onwards, the tinkling sound in the blacksmith shop never stopped.
The brothers Jin Feng, Mancang, and Zhang Liang took turns to work, and could make about two hundred meters of wire every day.
For this matter, Zhang Liang did not even go to the county government, and temporarily left the delivery work to Liu Tie.
After seven or eight days of being bored in the shop, the village chief suddenly came over and told me that the brick kiln had finished cooling and could be opened.
"Oh, I've been so busy these past few days that I almost forgot about this."
Jin Feng patted his head.
As an investor and designer of a kiln factory, when you open the first kiln, you have to be there.
After kicking Mancang, who was sleeping soundly in the corner, to wake up and take over, Jin Feng followed the village chief to the river.
I haven't been here for a few days, and there are adobe bricks everywhere along the river, neatly stacked into a large area.
"I was just scolding these gangsters. They all think about earning a few more days of wages, and don't even think about building a house. How can you use so many bricks? I already said I won't do it. I won't do it.
, every one of them stopped."
The village chief pointed at the bricks and said, "Brother Feng, don't worry, I won't pay these guys any wages for the bricks you don't need."
"Why not do it?"
Jin Feng said with a smile: "Village chief, once the bricks are pulled out from the kiln, half of the people who made the bricks will be divided, and we will dig a new kiln. That will be good."
"But you're only building one house, why are you burning so many bricks?"
"I can't use it all, so everyone can build a house."
Jin Feng said: "Village chief, please go back and tell everyone that when my house runs out, anyone who wants to build a brick house can bring firewood here to exchange for bricks."
"real?"
The village chief stopped suddenly.
"of course it's true."
Jin Feng thought for a while and said: "One pound of dry firewood is exchanged for five bricks. From now on, please help me look after the brick kiln. I will not accept firewood for your bricks."
People are lazy. At the beginning, whether it was the women in the workshops or the men at the brick kiln, they were all scrambling to work first, but slowly, some people began to be lazy.
The situation in the workshop was better, after all, Tang Dongdong had been keeping an eye on it, but the situation in the kiln was much worse, and some men had already begun to work hard.
Jin Feng's main focus is on the blacksmith shop now. He is not in the mood to take care of the brick kiln, so he can only ask the village chief to help look after it.
If these villagers don't know how to restrain themselves, they can only resort to piece-rate payment.
"Brother Feng, don't worry. If anyone dares to cheat in the future, or if the firewood he brings fails to dry up, I will break his legs."
The village chief slapped his chest so loudly that his beard trembled with excitement.
His family has lived in their thatched house for more than ten years, and many areas are rotten. It leaks whenever it rains, and it is likely that it will collapse in a few more years.
Every time he goes to the county government and sees the brick houses of city dwellers, the village chief drools with envy.
If the brick house is not rotten and maintained well, it is equivalent to leaving a family heirloom for future generations.
The village chief never dared to think that he could live in such a good house in this life.
"Of course I can rest assured that the village chief is doing things."
Jin Feng smiled and patted the old village chief on the shoulder.
One pound of dry firewood and five bricks is basically the cost price. If it fails, you will have to pay some labor costs.
However, he didn't intend to make money when he built the brick kiln. If he lost some wages, he would pay some wages. It would make it easier to talk and do things in the village in the future.
Sure enough, when the village chief announced the news, the riverside immediately exploded.
"Let the boys and girls go up the mountain to collect firewood tomorrow."
"Brother Feng, you gave me Lao Niu wages and asked me to exchange firewood for bricks. If you have anything in the future, just come to me Lao Niu."
"Brother Feng, I will definitely work hard for you from now on and never be lazy again."
"Brother Feng, you have found a way for my family to survive. You are my family's benefactor!"
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Men covered in mud and water excitedly gathered around Jin Feng, scrambling to express their loyalty.
After everyone calmed down, Jin Feng directed the villagers to remove the earthen wall blocking the entrance of the kiln.
This is the first batch of bricks produced by the brick kiln, and Jin Feng is already prepared for failure.
But what surprised him was that the green bricks in this kiln were fired very successfully, with only a few cracks.
A bumper harvest always makes people feel happy, even if what they harvest is not food but piles of bricks.
The villagers were even more excited than Jin Feng. Regardless of the sweltering heat in the kiln, they rushed in and started moving bricks.
At the same time, Zheng Fang and Liu Qiong, after several days of running around, finally arrived in Bianjing with Qinghuai's family letter.
He drove his horse to the Duke of Qing's Mansion, handed over Qing Huai's waistband, and asked to see Butler Chen of the Duke's Mansion.
There is no way, their status is not enough to meet the Duke of Qing, so they can only pass the family letter to Duke Qing through this housekeeper who has a good relationship with Qinghuai.
"You two, please follow me to the concierge and take a rest. I will inform Butler Chen."
The concierge naturally recognized the Third Young Master's badge and quickly invited them in.
But before Zheng and Fang could take a step forward, Qinghuai's eldest brother Qing Zheng walked out carrying a bird cage.
"Master!"
Zheng Fang and Liu Qiong quickly bowed and said hello, stepped aside and made way for them.
"If you two are not protecting the third child in Jinchuan, why are you coming to Bianjing?"
Qingzheng squinted his eyes and asked, "Could it be that the third child was beaten to death by party members and you came to report the funeral?"