Northridge is the largest iron ore mine controlled by Earl Ronin Fisherow and is also the largest iron ore mine in Northridge.
After years of development, this place has been riddled with holes. You can see dug mine entrances everywhere, some have been abandoned, and some are still in use.
There are resting workers everywhere. The daily work of these mine workers is very dangerous and very busy.
They had to enter the dark mine, dig out the iron ore, put the ore into their own large bamboo baskets, and then carry it out of the mine with great difficulty.
Then carry these ores to a fixed collection location and receive the corresponding vouchers. Only after accumulating enough vouchers can you exchange them for the corresponding day's wages.
Such a system can not only ensure the work efficiency of miners, but also ensure to a certain extent that miners allocate their time reasonably and maintain the efficient operation of the mine.
A miner sitting on the roadside wiped his sweaty neck with a dusty towel and complained: "Recently, the work has really become more and more hopeless. Although the Earl pays a lot of wages, he can't do it."
The work in this mine is definitely getting tiring."
Now they are required to work 12 hours a day, which can be said to be very demanding working hours.
However, the workers here are just complaining, because if they work in other noble mines, it is not unusual to work 14 hours a day.
Another worker also complained. He was panting. He had obviously just carried out a basket of ore: "Isn't that right? I was asked to work for an extra hour yesterday... When I came home, I collapsed on the ground.
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An old man with gray hair next to him snorted. In the already very cold weather, he opened his clothes and exposed his muscles: "You have calculated it, my son and the others worked until midnight again yesterday! They held a gas lamp.
Go down to the mine! I’m almost exhausted.”
Many people here are third-generation miners. My grandfather is also a miner, my father is also a miner, and so is my son.
They were doing the same job, and their ancestors rarely left this land for generations. They saw with their own eyes that the mountains here were riddled with holes and lost their shape.
As he spoke, the old man sighed: "There is no way, the count needs a lot of steel, so we can only do more and help him."
What he said was also the sentiment of many miners, because they knew that the count took care of them, so they helped the count speed up steel production at this time.
Even if they are reluctant, even if they are exhausted and disgraced, they still use the most simple actions to respond to the ruler's casual kindness.
This is the simple people, this is the kind people, this is the power hidden among the people - even if only a little bit is revealed, it is enough to change the dynasty!
"Hey, when will this damn day end?" A voice in the crowd expressed everyone's thoughts.
As a result, there were more sighing sounds, and they became one unknowingly.
"Have you heard that another mine collapsed yesterday? It took more than an hour to rescue and dig out the tunnel. Seven people inside were injured and everyone was scared to death." At this time, another topic was discussed by someone.
Start with the inquiry.
Another miner next to him nodded with lingering fear: "Of course I heard about it. The mine over there was originally dug temporarily, and now it is being mined non-stop. How can there be no trouble?"
Ever since people began to learn to use minerals and began to use mining methods to mine mines, mining accidents have always been a nightmare for miners who rely on mining for their livelihood.
Once a mining disaster occurs, the collapse will bury the lives underground, directly paralyze the work that miners rely on for a living, and make people extremely desperate.
Fortunately, the collapse of the Northridge vein was not serious this time, and work was quickly resumed without any loss of personnel.
An old miner sighed, for himself and for everyone around him: "Well, the old mines are getting deeper and deeper, and there are more and more new mines. This is a certain thing, and there is no other way to think of..."
The team leader walked over with a gas lamp in hand. As he walked, he reminded his men who were resting on the roadside: "Stop talking, have a good rest, and wait until you go down the well later."
His words caused more sighs, and everyone was suffocated by life: "Alas..."
Suddenly, not far from the next door, a shout like a mountain roaring and a tsunami suddenly erupted: "Oh!"
Everyone heard it clearly. They all stood up from the ground and looked in the direction where the shouting came from.
Then, they heard a more genuine cry, as if the people over there were going crazy: "Long live!"
The miners here also began to have minor commotions. Everyone was in the lobby with each other. From time to time, some curious questions came from the crowd: "What are you shouting over there?"
"No, I don't know...why did they suddenly cheer?" More people were confused. They looked at each other, wondering what was going on over there.
Therefore, in addition to those who asked questions, more people could only cast puzzled looks at each other and ask together: "It's strange, what's going on?"
"Over there, isn't that Pit No. 3? What's going on?" The old miner, who had figured out the direction, asked the foreman who was still standing next to him.
The foreman knew a little bit, so he answered: "This morning, a lot of carriages came, saying that they were transporting something, some kind of machine."
He tried hard to recall the appearance of the machine, but he only saw a chimney-like part, some wheels and iron rods.
In short, based on his experience, he could not tell what the thing was. He only knew that there were many workers following the thing, and there were more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages transporting the things.
Then, he saw workers he was unfamiliar with removing many parts from the carriage, and some of the gears looked very big.
As he recalled, he described what he saw: "Those workers have been assembling that machine. I don't know what it is used for."
"Old Jamie took people over to take a look. He said he saw a lot of people carrying pieces of steel into the mine. He didn't know what they were doing." Another miner who knew something also spoke up.
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In short, Mine No. 3 has become mysterious since this morning. Now, one day has passed, and there are cheers coming from there, which is actually not that strange.
"Anyway, it was just a mess. Then I started burning coal again. I don't know what it was doing." The worker who knew a little bit of information made another gesture. After finishing speaking, he felt that what he said was incomprehensible to him, so he shook his head.
He shook his head, curled his lips, and stopped talking.
The old miner frowned, looked in the direction where the cheers came from, and muttered: "But, where did that cheers come from?"
"Who, who knows? Maybe, maybe the mine collapsed and I don't have to work anymore?" A young miner felt that he was a wise man.
"Are you stupid? Why are you cheering because you don't have to work? What do you eat when you don't have a job? Idiot!" The foreman next to him glanced at the fool with disdain.
The old miner also felt that the wise young man next to him might be hopeless: "We just don't want to work three more hours a day, but it's not that we don't want to work! You idiot!"
"Let me tell you what's good about you? Pig brain... no, no, no, pigs are much smarter than you, hahahaha!" The miner who knew a lot of information also glanced at his colleague and laughed mischievously.
At this moment, in front of Mine No. 3, a machine that was not huge in size was rotating rapidly.
Its flywheel rotates very fast, which makes people extremely nervous. Under the rapid operation of this machine, through a series of gear transmission, the metal chain over there begins to rotate little by little.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, one mine cart after another was sent into the mine, and soon it came out from the other side with piles of ore.
On the rails that are spliced together, these mine cars are very efficient. Only a few workers are needed to continuously unload the ore from the mine cars and pile them into the open space aside.
It is like a bull that never gets tired, able to replace humans and tirelessly transport the ore out of the mine.
From now on, the miners in Mine No. 3 do not need to frequently travel up and down the mine, they only need to keep mining in the mine.
With this machine, miners can complete the original workload without working overtime. If they are willing to work more, they can even complete production three times as fast.
As long as such machinery is installed in every mine, the Earl's mine will mine ore several times faster than other mines!
Alice stood aside, her beautiful eyes full of brilliance. When she saw that the equipment was assembled and started to work, she had an idea in her mind, an idea to go to Bunas.
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She was really curious about what kind of person could design such a sophisticated device.
The machine that was spinning in front of her was like a huge money printing machine, working constantly.
This feeling is really wonderful - at this moment, she has seen many scenes: the textile machine is shuttled back and forth driven by the steam engine, the millstone is constantly rotating under the driving of the steam engine,
Driven by the steam engine, the hammer kept hitting the anvil...
And these constant friction sounds, knocking sounds, and impact sounds mixed together in her ears, turning into the sound of gold coins hitting each other... To her, this is really the best sound in the world.