The temperature in the drying room was not low, and sweat seeped out from the Marquis's curly hair. He looked at the rows of cannonballs on the wooden shelf, with a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was mumbling to himself
: "Count Tilly fired eighteen thousand cannonballs at Magdeburg every day. Even so, it took him five months to make the city fall. All of Bavaria, Genoa, and Venice melted all the iron and lead, all of which
The foundries were busy casting cannonballs for his army."
"If he had the cannons and cannonballs you see now, he would only need one-twentieth of the cannonballs to destroy the heretic's defenses, and it would take about one day." Hale humbly bent down and finished playing the fanatical role.
A scientific genius, he returned to the role of a calm and pious priest: "It is my highest honor to serve the Lord's cause."
"You are a little impatient, Marcos," until he watched the large paddle boat that the Marquis and his party were riding on unmoor and set sail along the Pasig River downstream to Manila. Hale boarded the carriage and lectured the smuggling boat that was following him.
Sailor, "those elm-headed fools who can't figure out what to do deserve to die. But you'll give my guests the wrong impression. They're here to see a building they've never seen before."
It’s a factory where everything is orderly and orderly; not a manor where a supervisor can kill slaves at will, which is common throughout the colonies, stale and worthless.”
"I'm so sorry, sir," Marcos stood at a loss until he was dragged into the carriage by Hale, "bad things like this always happen in the factory. I'm afraid when you want to take the Spaniards to see the gunpowder factory.
That’s great. Fortunately, they’ve lost their brains due to the heat and didn’t go.”
"What happened to the gunpowder factory? Did something happen to the thunder and mercury room?"
"No, your students took good care of it. It was the powder grinding workshop, and a rotating drum for mixing gunpowder caught fire. Fortunately, according to your instructions, the humidification pipe for mixing the gunpowder was connected to the fire hose. Soon it was over.
The fire was extinguished and there was no explosion. Four people were injured. One was hit on the head by a falling bobbin. The doctor thinks he can be saved. The other three were seriously burned. I'm afraid-"
"Maybe I can go and anoint them in time." Hale's tone sounded like "Tomorrow is Friday, prepare fish soup for me for dinner."
"What other bad news? Where else have people died?"
"A manual punch was damaged in the pyrotechnics processing workshop, and the worker who caused the accident has been dealt with according to your regulations. Mr. Gebuser is losing his temper. He complained that the workers assigned to him are terribly stupid and are all uncivilized savages. Fuze
The passing rate of random tests has improved a bit compared to last month, and 60% of them can effectively fire."
"Tell that German guy who doesn't take a shower. Paying him the highest wage in the factory is not just asking him to sell his skills. If he can't teach the apprentice assigned to him, I will punish him personally. What do I need most now? To understand technology
Talents are more precious than any gold and gems. Marcos, I will never be able to find another talent like you."
Marcos was made embarrassed by this compliment: "No, sir - in fact, I didn't even graduate from high school -"
"At least you went to high school, Marcos, which is amazing in the era we are living in now. I don't know why fate arranged for us to be here, but I know that the education you received in the past is enough to stand proud of the most knowledgeable people in Spain today.
A scholar. You can read, write and calculate, understand the principles of cost and efficiency, know statistical data, and understand the formulas and process flow charts I wrote to you. What else can I expect? That’s right. I accepted it.
Several students are very smart. But I have to teach them bit by bit starting from the decimal point and the principle of leverage, which is more difficult than building Rome. Marcos, you are my right-hand man. Without you, who can I rely on?
Your compatriots in the 17th century were blinded by religious superstition. They regarded machines as demons when they saw them. They would only kneel on the ground and pray that they would not be eaten. As for the Spaniards? Those who could only read the Bible and receive Holy Communion screamed all day long.
Are they the bastards who clamor for the execution of heretics, or are they the slackers and idiots who are only interested in making money and creating mixed-race illegitimate children? Marcos, this era allows us to rewrite history and do great things. But starting is difficult.
, you must help me."
After saying these words, Hale stuck his head out to look out of the hood of the carriage, leaving the flattered Fernando Marcos sitting inside in a daze. The Tagalog coachman could not understand English, so it was obvious that he was frightened when he saw the priest leaning out of the hood of the carriage.
After a few whips were whipped, the carriage suddenly went on a rampage, causing a group of Chinese workers who had gathered to receive meals to flee in shock.
The Japanese mercenaries ate from the big pots in the barracks. As for the thousands of workers and coolies, neither Hale nor the colonial government bothered to think about their food. This was not enough for the social management level of the 17th century.
Things that went unsolved. In the end, the food in the factory was contracted by the Chinese managers and clerks of Parian, Huang Jian and Huang Xiang, who volunteered to do the deal. Hale originally hoped that they would build a restaurant in the factory.
In the cafeteria, the foreman sent by the Huang family did not expect to hear the rows of huge machines making noise, and was frightened when he saw the loaded gunpowder barrels being transported in and out. He refused to stay in the factory no matter what.
The daily meals can only be prepared in Parian and sent to the factory by boat. If the weather is bad and the boat cannot sail on the Pasig River, if you are lucky, the dry food will be transported by oxcart. If you are not lucky, all the food will be transported.
The factory workers could only go hungry. Marcos and the Huang brothers argued several times about this matter, but they could never be persuaded to come to the factory to open a canteen. As for other Chinese contractors, none were as powerful as these two brothers.
It can advance the food expenses of thousands of workers in the factory for a month and can also reduce food poisoning such as diarrhea to a minimum level.
Gimeed was in the queue for distributing meals, surrounded by workers who were shouting and cursing in various languages because of hunger. It took Weiss Lando some effort to stuff him in without attracting the attention of others.
The Huang family's food delivery team did not stop holding the soup ladle in their hands for a moment, but his eyes kept wandering around the factory. As he was looking at the carriage going away, he suddenly heard the scolding of an old man sent by the Huang family:
"Youngsters, don't be lazy and lazy."
The old man was reprimanding the two and a half-year-old children who had come to deliver the meal. He pointed to several wooden barrels filled with rice and soup behind him, and then pointed to the foundry and forging factory in the distance that was spewing thick smoke: "Carry it over, hurry up.
go."
Jimide's heart moved. His hair had grown long enough and his skin was tanned. Apart from being a little stronger, he couldn't tell any difference from any ordinary Chinese in Parian. He slipped the soup ladle to his side.
One of the children said: "Don't be lazy, you will be born later." He squeezed out of the crowd, picked up the pole, picked up the barrel and walked quickly towards the foundry and forging factory.
By the time Hale's carriage arrived at the gunpowder factory, the three burnt workers had long since passed away. The bodies were covered with straw mats and prepared to be carried to the mass grave behind the factory for burial. The number of casualties has increased from the day when the factory was first built to the present day.
After a few days together, people have become accustomed to it.
The casualties of workers were far less of concern to Hale than the damage to equipment and factory buildings. In order to prevent an explosion from affecting the fish, the building of the gunpowder factory was kept far enough away from other workshops and buildings, and was built more than a thousand meters up the river mouth.
On the banks of the San Juan River. Because the factory building was burned down and bombed several times and then rebuilt, the exterior walls and roof are made of cheap bamboo strips, making it very simple in appearance. The roof is waterproof and covered with layers of abaca cloth.
, smeared with wood tar and Cuban resin. The floor was carefully laid with wooden boards, and every gap was carefully sealed with asphalt to prevent gunpowder particles from falling into it. This neat and tidy floor is now full of puddles here and there.
There were water stains and messy footprints. Workers were busy cleaning up the water stains and picking up the oilcloth hoses that were thrown around.
All that was left of the completely burned wooden mixing barrels was a pile of remains, which were neatly stacked against the wall near the scene. This was the rule in the Manila arms factory. No one could dispose of these remains without Lord Paul's instructions.
The scene, which was originally a mess, recovered from the shock and the workers basically cleaned it up.
"What's mixed in this drum is No. 1 black powder?"
"Yes."
"It is required to add water to the tube when mixing medicine, but they forgot?"
"It's really funny to say that one worker complained that he was thirsty and pulled out the gutta-percha tube on the humidifier to drink water. Others couldn't wait for him and turned the mixing cylinder directly, and it caught fire before he even turned it twice.
.The sulfur powder and charcoal in the barrel next to it also caught fire and burned very quickly. Fortunately, it did not cause an explosion."
"Where is that bastard who drank the water? Is he dead or alive?"
"Still alive. He suffered some flesh wounds on his head and lost a lot of blood."
"When his wounds are almost healed, he will be executed together with the three fools who were detained today. Each of them will receive forty lashes. Before dinner, he will be executed in public for everyone to see."
After announcing the punishment for the violators, Mr. Paul began to patrol around the workshop again. From time to time, he would use Spanish, and sometimes he would switch to blunt Hokkien to give instructions or reprimands to a nodding and bowing worker.
The foremen then turned to yelling at the workers in various dialects. After a while, the ground and fire hoses were quickly cleared, the machines made rolling sounds again along with the water wheels, and working order gradually returned to the workshop.
"The production of No. 1 gunpowder is expected to be suspended for seven or eight days. It depends on when the woodworking shop will prepare the new drum."
Marcos nodded yes.
"Now hurry up to produce No. 2 and No. 3 black powder. This is not entirely a bad thing. Our supply of sulfur is always insufficient, so we might as well save some for the time being." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated. quick!