In the early morning, Yang Fan woke up to the sound of shouting. Although his dream was disturbed, he felt at ease.
He knew that this was Xue Rengui training guards. After a few days, everyone had become accustomed to such shouting, and it had become a unique scenery in Yangjiaping.
When the shouting sounds, people here know that a new day is about to begin.
Under Xing'er's service, she dressed and washed herself in one go, just like a decadent landlord from ancient times.
While eating breakfast, looking at Yang Laifu who walked in in a hurry, Yang Fan asked:
"Uncle Fu, let's have something to eat together. We'll set off in a moment."
Things in Yangjiaping are on track, and Yang Fan is preparing to return to Chang'an today.
Seeing Yang Laifu hesitate to speak, as if he had something to hide, Yang Fan looked puzzled and asked, "Uncle Fu, what's the matter?"
Yang Laifu then replied: "The workshop I explained a few days ago has been built. Sir, would you like to go and take a look?"
It turned out that the training ground was paved with loess, and it was dusty in sunny weather and muddy in rainy days. Yang Fan suddenly thought of building a cement workshop.
Anyway, the manufacturing process of this thing is simple and the cost is low. There is no need to waste gold to exchange it in the system. You must know that the output of gold in this era is very limited, so you should use your own inventory sparingly.
After the training of these guards is completed, the equipment and other equipment will make him feel painful for a while.
Although the gold production in America and Africa is higher, it is too far away and cannot be obtained for the time being.
After hearing Yang Laifu's words, Yang Fan thought for a moment and understood the reason. It was not as simple as seeing whether the workshop was completed.
He nodded, purred a few times, finished his breakfast, and headed to the cement workshop.
In fact, it doesn't take much trouble to build a workshop, because it doesn't require large-scale production, so it can be built just downstream of the creek.
We didn't use any modern production equipment. We directly asked a stonemason to make a few large millstones and bought some mules. It didn't cost a lot of money at all. It was all original ecological craftsmanship.
However, because of the fear of polluting the environment, it was necessary to select a solid plot of land beside the stream to build the kiln for calcination, so the cement workshop was moved two or three miles downstream of the stream than the initially promising location.
Although it is a little further, it only requires more manpower. Anyway, the surplus of labor in this era just allows the nearby villagers to earn some income.
As for the raw materials, limestone and clay, there were plenty of them in the mountains, but Yang Fan was too lazy to bother and sent Uncle Fu and Madam Shan to purchase them.
I thought it would be difficult to harvest, but when the nearby villagers heard that limestone and clay could be sold for money, they all picked up hoes to dig it out, and even helped bring it to the workshop. The price was outrageously cheap.
As for who Shan Niangzi is, in Yang Fan's opinion, she is just like a tigress. Men die young, orphans and widowers.
However, I don't know what the wrong link was, but Yang Laifu was actually interested in this thirty-year-old widow.
This is also the reason why Yang Laifu asked Yang Fan to come to the cement factory before he returned to Chang'an. It was more to support this single widow. Yang Laifu was an old man in the mansion, so of course he had to give him this face.
When they arrived at the workshop, Widow Shan was standing on the hillside beside the stream with her arms akimbo, shouting something in her mouth.
But Yang Laifu's eyes were fixed on the single widow as if they had taken root.
Yang Fan chuckled and was happy to see the result. Through observation, he found that the widow was not bad-hearted and quite capable. The reason why she looked so fierce was entirely to hide it.
But it’s no wonder that if you want to live in this world without being bullied by others, don’t you have to be tougher if you are an orphan or a widower?
When the single widow first came here, she originally wanted her to go to the Liulic Workshop, but she volunteered to work as a steward in the cement workshop. At first, Yang Fan was afraid that she would be bullied, but now it seems that she is overthinking, and she doesn't bully others.
Even that’s good.
He looked at the honest Yang Laifu, and then at the single widow waving her hands. If she was given a whip, would the old man be able to withstand it? That scene made Yang Fan simply couldn't imagine it.
Perhaps seeing Yang Fan's teasing expression, Yang Laifu couldn't help but blush.
However, as Yang Laifu was an elder, Yang Fan certainly couldn't make fun of him. He waved to Widow Shan, turned around and asked curiously: "Uncle Fu, what is Widow Shan doing?"
Yang Laifu often came over to check, so he knew it very well and immediately replied:
"Didn't Master say that cement workshop wastewater must be settled before it can be discharged? This is digging a reservoir."
Only then did Yang Fan suddenly realize that if the wastewater from the cement plant was not treated, the pollution would be greater, and he did not want to turn Yangjiaping into a smelly place.
While the two were talking, Widow Shan ran down and glanced at Yang Laifu shyly.
Arriving in front of Yang Fan, Madam Shan saluted and said:
"Sir, are you here to see the cement? We made a batch of samples yesterday. Do you think it will work?"
Looking at the heroic and generous woman in front of him, I don't know how Yang Laifu and I met each other's eyes.
Moreover, this single lady was literate and considered a cultural person in the Tang Dynasty. This is why Yang Fan dared to let her be the manager of the cement factory.
Normally, such a woman should be born into a noble family, but this single widow didn't even have a household registration, but Yang Fan didn't ask any further questions. After all, everyone has their own secrets.
Furthermore, she was Yang Laifu's crush, and there were many people in the Tang Dynasty who did not have household registration.
Yang Fan nodded and walked around the cement workshop under the guidance of Shan Niangzi.
I tested the newly fired cement product and the effect was pretty good.
In front of everyone, Widow Shan praised her and explained some precautions, which was regarded as supporting her.
However, Yang Fan secretly laughed in his heart. It should be that Yang Laifu's concern led to chaos. Along the way, all the craftsmen in the cement workshop were not afraid of this single woman. This shows that she still has her own tricks. Does this kind of person need to support herself?
When they got home, the servants had already packed their things. Yang Fan waved his hand and everyone headed towards Chang'an.
Arriving at the east gate of Chang'an, Yang Fan reined in his horse and stood up. At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and seemed a little dark, with faint signs of rain.
Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from behind, and a group of young men in bright clothes roared past Yang Fan's motorcade on fast horses, setting off a cloud of yellow dust. This was no different from the speeding gangs that bombed the streets late at night in later generations.
However, as soon as this group of people entered the east gate, they turned back and came to Yang Fan. The leader smiled drunkenly and joked: "Hey, isn't this Uncle Zhongyi of Wannian County? Come and meet Wannian County."
Uncle... Uncle Wannian County is famous for running fast. Before the court could make a decision, he ran back to the fiefdom. Now when he saw that nothing was wrong, he ran back again. Even you on horseback can't catch up..."
After he finished speaking, he burped, which made Yang Fan almost pass out on the spot.
However, his words caused the group of young men in uniforms to burst into laughter.
Yang Fan frowned and took a closer look. He didn't recognize this group of young people in uniforms, so he said angrily: "If you want to get drunk, go away. I don't think I know you."
At this time, the young man raised his head proudly and hummed: "I am Chai Lingwu, the second son of Huo Guogong..."
He looked as if he didn't recognize him, which was a huge crime.
However, Chai Lingwu is indeed famous. It can be said that no one among the nobles in Chang'an does not know him. It is not because of his talent and ability, but because he is famous for his dissoluteness, especially his bad mouth.
There is a group of second-generation ancestors in Chang'an who do nothing every day because they cannot inherit the title and spend their days doing nothing. Chai Lingwu is one of the little leaders.
Chai Lingwu? Yang Fan couldn't help but frown.
Isn't that the second son of Chai Shao and Princess Pingyang? He was beheaded even after he died because he followed Princess Gaoyang to rebel.
Chai Shao was one of the 24 heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, and Princess Pingyang was also the first woman in history to be buried with military honors. Unexpectedly, two heroes would give birth to such a slutty bastard.
Patiently, Yang Fan said displeasedly: "It turns out to be Mr. Chai. I'm sorry for my poor eyesight, but I don't know if Mr. Chai stopped the convoy and gave me some advice."
I don't know if he was drunk or something, but Chai Lingwu turned a deaf ear and shouted to a group of young people behind him with a smile: "Why don't you come over quickly and see County Count Wannian? Didn't you see that he was angry?"
With such a strange tone, Yang Fan really wanted to beat him up with his fists. After thinking about it in his mind, he still couldn't figure out what provoked this second generation ancestor.
In fact, Yang Fan never imagined that Chai Lingwu was so sarcastic just because he stole Chai Lingwu's limelight.