Since I am here to be an undercover agent, I naturally have to do my best.
In order to achieve a more realistic effect, Hu Changan also specially brought his own accent from Jurong County when he spoke.
Fortunately, many of the servants in the Hu Mansion were recruited from the suburbs of Nanjing. They were originally raised in Yingtian City, so it was not difficult to speak a few Nanjing dialects.
The young man did not doubt that he was there, and replied excitedly: "Hey brother, what a coincidence, fellow countryman, our family is also from Jurong. My surname is Zhang, just call me Xiao Zhang. Which production line are you on, Tiezhu?"
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Seeing that he had successfully passed the test, Hu Changan breathed a sigh of relief and replied truthfully: "Master Wang assigned me to the concentration of lye."
"Hey," the young man was so shocked that he almost dropped the comb in his hand, "That's a hard job!"
"This work of concentrating lye is so hot! The big pot keeps burning, and people have to stand next to the pot with a stirring stick to watch. It's tiring!"
"You kid, hurry up and give some money to Chief Wang, and ask him to arrange a less leisurely job for you."
After hearing this, Hu Changan couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Isn't this Mr. Wang going too far? He even has to go through the back door for such a trivial matter?
So what should you do if you have no money?
Hu Changan couldn't help asking: "Brother Xiao Zhang, what should I do if I don't have money to give to Chief Wang?"
"What else can we do, let's have some cold salad." The young man curled his lips, feeling helpless, "Then you can only do dirty work, and you have to be careful that Boss Wang will deduct your wages if you don't like it."
After Hu Changan heard this, he laughed angrily.
Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, I don’t know how many surprises you have.
Seeing Hu Changan's ferocious face, the enthusiastic Xiao Zhang thought it was his words that frightened the simple and unsophisticated young man, so he quickly enlightened Hu Changan and said: "Where there are people, there are always rivers and lakes. Brother Tiezhu, just be open-minded.
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"Common people like us have no choice but to accept our fate. It would be nice if we don't get beaten and scolded by adults at will. Brother Tiezhu, how old are you? I'm afraid this is your first time working out?"
Hu Changan felt warm in his heart when he heard Xiao Zhang's words.
Apart from a small number of people, most ancient people were quite warm and kind-hearted.
Seeing Xiao Zhang asking about his age, Hu Changan deliberately reported his own age a few years younger and said: "Brother, I am just eighteen this year. It is indeed the first time that I have worked to support my family."
"Haha, you can't tell, Tie Zhu, are you so old?" Xiao Zhang was suddenly startled, and the comb in his hand really fell off, "Then I have to call you brother, Tie Zhu, little brother, I
He is four years younger than you!"
What! Hu Changan was surprised now.
You started working when you were only fourteen?
If this were put into modern times, it would be considered child labor!
Looking at Xiao Zhang's strong muscles, Hu Changan never imagined that the boy in front of him was only fourteen years old.
Looking at Hu Changan's shocked eyes, Xiao Zhang was also quite proud: "Oh, you can't tell, I am very strong, my strength is as strong as that of an adult."
"There are many people my age in the workshop, but I am the strongest and do the most work."
Ah, this shouldn't be the case.
Hu Changan was completely numb.
I'm afraid Manager Wang has something in his head. Why is he hiring minors instead of hiring good adults?
Although the Ming Dynasty did not prohibit the employment of minors, children are obviously much weaker than adults.
It's naturally not suitable for doing physical work.
Therefore, there is an unwritten rule in Yingtiancheng's workshops: no child labor is allowed.
Only rural landowners would spend a few small sums of money to hire boys to herd cattle.
The more Hu Changan thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out, so he directly expressed his doubts.
After hearing this, Xiao Zhang was a little speechless, and explained with hatred: "Tie Zhu, you idiot, hire us children who have never been crowned. Manager Wang only needs to pay half of the wages. In total, you can save money."
That’s a lot of money!”
What!
Hu Changan became even more angry.
This is definitely corruption!
The wages he saw on the account were all paid on a per-capita basis!
From time to time, this manager Wang can earn hundreds of taels of silver in at least a month!
The more Hu Changan thought about it, the angrier he became, but since he couldn't reveal his identity now, he could only endure it, almost hurting himself internally.
Suddenly, a harsh trumpet sound rang in everyone's ears.
"Ah, I'm so absorbed in talking to you, it's time to get to work!" Hearing the sound of the horn, Xiao Zhang was so frightened that he jumped down from the straw bed.
After hurriedly packing up his things, Hu Changan was dragged by Xiao Zhang to the lye concentration area.
In the tall and spacious room, several large iron pots were lined up, and bubbles were bubbling inside.
Next to each iron pot, there is a sweaty craftsman who is struggling to stir the iron pot with a long stick.
Beside, several young workers who looked like small workers were carrying firewood back and forth, adding more and more firewood to the iron pot.
Hu Changan couldn't help but sigh.
Although Mr. Wang may not be very good on the inside, he is really good at what he does on the surface.
This assembly line was built entirely according to Hu Changan's instructions.
This house is large, spacious and bright, and you can tell that a lot of thought has been put into it.
This iron pot looks freshly made, with a shiny surface.
No wonder Manager Chen was deceived by this man named Wang.
After all, Mr. Wang wholeheartedly built this series of hardware facilities, and everything meets the standards.
Manager Chen definitely doesn't have time at ordinary times, so he comes over every day to see how these craftsmen work.
Suddenly, Hu Changan saw a familiar figure among the craftsmen.
The man sweating profusely next to an iron pot turned out to be the Monday that Hu Changan had seen many times before!
This is too unscientific!
You must know that Zhou Yiyi was the first pastry craftsman hired by Hu Changan.
In terms of seniority, Monday is undoubtedly the oldest.
In terms of technology, Zhou Yi's family has been making soap for generations, and he was also the first to make soap according to Hu Changan's vision.
How can an old craftsman like this still be on the front line where it is the hardest and most tiring?
At least he must be a supervisor or something, right?
Perhaps Hu Changan's eyes were too eager. He wiped his sweat on Monday and looked towards Hu Changan.
When Hu Changan saw this, he almost broke out in a cold sweat.
I've seen him more than once this Monday, and I don't know if this poor disguise can fool him.
He still has a lot of things to sort out, but he must not reveal his secrets here!
Fortunately, Monday only took a cursory look at Hu Changan for a while, and then continued to work hard.
After all, no one would have thought that a young master from a wealthy family would be willing to wear coarse linen clothes and live and eat with a bunch of rough guys in order to get correct information.
Even if he borrowed ten heads from Zhou, he would not have thought of this.
