Wei Ba stayed in the study for half an hour and then rushed to the workshop. The stonemasons selected by Manager Chen were really good at craftsmanship. They carved two stone tablets in only two hours and had already started to test print the forms.
Even some difficulties that Wei Ba did not foresee at the beginning were solved by them in very clever ways.
Looking at the form that had just been printed, Wei Ba was very satisfied.
"Manager Chen, what do you think?"
"Okay." Manager Chen smiled happily, and the wrinkles on his forehead faded a lot. "I didn't expect to be able to do this. Our Wei family will have another way to make money in the future."
"How to make money?" Wei Ba didn't react for a moment.
"Young Master, think about it, this stone tablet can print forms, and it can also print other things. For example, it can print peach charms during the Chinese New Year, and it can also print some books in ordinary times. At this speed, which other bookstore can compete?
Can you beat us? Hehe, not only can we dominate the market in Hanzhong, but we can also open bookstores in Chengdu. Young Master, you can’t tell others this method. If others learn it, we won’t make any money.”
Wei Ba was startled. Manager Chen looked ordinary in appearance, but his mind worked very quickly. He immediately discovered the business opportunities hidden in the lithographic printing technology, and was aware of patent protection. He even thought of keeping it confidential.
"Well, you are right. But the stone tablets are too brittle after all. I still need to improve them. When they are changed to wood tablets, they will be more durable and much lighter." Wei Ba watched as those movements became more and more skillful.
The printer asked, "Manager Chen, how many copies can you see tomorrow night?"
Manager Chen twirled his sparse rat whiskers and pondered for a moment: "It's their first time doing this, and their proficiency is not high enough. They often scratch the paper. Even if they carve out all the stone tablets, we can start working together."
, by tomorrow night, probably only 14,000 to 5,000 will be available."
Wei Ba frowned: "What should we do?"
"It doesn't matter." Steward Chen said confidently: "Don't worry, young master. You didn't say you would deliver the goods all day long, but the morning after tomorrow, plus one night. I think 20,000 pages is more than enough. If young master feels that it is not safe, I
You can ask them to carve a few more stone tablets, since we have more manpower, we can definitely guarantee delivery on time."
Wei Ba felt relieved and reached out to pat Manager Chen on the shoulder: "If this thing can be accomplished, you will have done a great job. When the time comes, I will ask my father and wife for credit."
Manager Chen smiled even more happily: "Thank you very much, young master. Thank you very much, young master."
Seeing that the printing matter was going smoothly, Wei Ba left the printing workshop and went to the iron factory. The three master blacksmiths who followed him commanded a group of Wei family blacksmiths and were transforming tools and tools based on the experience they had gained in Mianyang Iron Works.
Although they were so busy smelting the furnace that they were sweating, it could be seen from their shining eyes and loud voices that they were very satisfied with the conditions of the Wei family. This is true. Although these steps are nothing like those of domestic slaves,
The big difference is, after all, they are related by relatives, and most of them have children fighting in the army. Wei Yan also relies on them to perform meritorious service, so of course he treats them better than the government treats his servants.
Wei Ba was very happy to see that the Wei family's supporting facilities were complete. With the cooperation of these people, it would be much easier to arrange trial production of any new ideas in the future. He called Tiezuo's manager and ordered: "Everyone, please work harder.
Follow the master and learn hard, prepare more iron, and forge some iron first..."
"Strike the iron first first, won't the weapon be delayed?" Huan'er held up the hem of her skirt, carefully avoiding the water and iron slag on the ground, and walked over on tiptoe. Seeing Wei Ba looking at him, his face turned red.
, quickly put down the hem of her skirt, covered her lower abdomen with her hands, and said seriously: "With the war coming soon, weapons are of course the most important. It is only right that farm tools such as Iron Yi should be slowed down. I wonder what Young Master Ba thinks?"
Wei Ba sighed regretfully. This Huan'er guy was good-looking and smart, but he had a sullen face all day long, which was really annoying. He smiled faintly: "That's true, but the specific arrangements are still...
There is something to be done. We are currently plowing in the spring, and the new farm tools are ready to be used immediately, but the weapons are not in a hurry. Although a war is imminent, it will not be fought within three to five months. Even if there are some sporadic wars,
There must be a stockpile of weapons at home, so why rush to build new ones."
Huan'er rolled his eyes and was about to say something else. Wei Ba kept staring at her. When he saw her mouth open, he immediately said: "What's more, we just found a better way. If we build weapons according to the new way, the weapons will be
It will be sharper and its performance will be further improved. Wouldn't it be better to use better weapons by then?"
Huan'er was abruptly interrupted by Wei Ba, and she felt a little frustrated. She wanted to wait until Wei Ba finished speaking before refuting him, but when she heard Wei Ba say that he could build a better weapon, she quickly thought about it again.
She swallowed her words. The Wei family was founded on martial arts, and she knew very well how important the superior weapons were. If she interfered with Wei Ba's arrangements in this matter, I was afraid that not only the head of the family, Wei Yan, would be angry, but even his wife would be angry.
Happy.
She stared at Wei Ba blankly for a long time. The more she looked, the more she felt that the Wei Ba in front of her was not the same person as the Wei Ba in her impression. In the past, Wei Ba was weak and could not even speak clearly when he saw her. As he grew older,
With age, there is a bit more greed in his eyes, but due to the power of his wife, he never dared to show it in front of her. Now Wei Ba not only dares to look at her calmly, but there is no cowardly greed in his eyes.
, but more of a sense of... regret. This feeling made Huan'er very uncomfortable, not to mention that he had blocked the words in his mouth just now.
Huan'er wanted to refute him, but couldn't find a better reason. After opening her mouth several times, she finally gave up. Just when she was racking her brains to think of a way to gain the upper hand and save some face, Wei Ba shouted at
The old blacksmith who was ready winked. Unexpectedly, the old blacksmith pulled out the red-hot iron bar from the charcoal fire, raised the hammer high, and smacked it fiercely.
There was a loud "ding" sound, but the blacksmiths paid no attention to it, but Huan'er rarely came to the iron work. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he jumped up as if a spring had been installed, took two steps back, and
Her feet stepped on the pool of water on the ground, and the corners of Jin Yi's clothes were suddenly stained with dark brown molten iron. Her eyes widened, and she glared at the helpless old blacksmith. Her anger was rising, and she was about to reprimand, but Wei Ba beat her to it again.
Someone spoke from the front: "Be careful with the stove."
Only then did Huan'er feel the heat on her back. She knew that she was too close to the stove, so she quickly took a step forward, turned around to look, and smelled the smell of burnt silk. She knew that her brocade clothes were probably in danger.
Ninth was burned and panicked, spinning around in a circle, looking like a cat chasing its own tail.
"Fire...fire..." Huan'er felt the fire behind her and almost burst into tears. She could no longer maintain her restraint and shouted: "Hurry and help me put out the fire."
The blacksmiths gathered around and rubbed their big hands, but no one dared to step forward to help her put out the fire. Needless to say, the newcomers, even the people in the village didn't dare. These were the cronies around the lady, who dared to use their own
Are his hands patting her body? They looked at each other and couldn't think of a better way. At this moment, Wei Ba stepped forward and grabbed Huan'er's arm, pressing her down without hesitation.
in a quenching water tank.
After the fire was out, Huan'er was soaked to the skin and took a sip of dirty water. Although it was still spring, her clothes were not very thin, but once soaked in water, they clung tightly to her body, revealing her curvy figure.
.The high bun on her head was soaked in water and immediately drooped down. Coupled with the constant dripping of dirty water on her face, Huan'er, who was originally as proud as a peacock, suddenly turned into a drowned rat, as embarrassed as he wanted.
"You..." Huan'er flew into a rage and could no longer control his emotions. He also forgot all about his wife's lesson. He raised a finger and pointed at Wei Ba's smiling face: "You..."
As soon as the words came out, Wei Ba suddenly changed his expression, stretched out his hand to hold her delicate jade fingers, and said coldly: "What am I doing?"
When Huan'er saw his ferocious attitude, she suddenly thought of Manager Zhang who had had his finger broken by Wei Ba two or three hours ago. She turned pale with fright. She pulled back hard, but Wei Ba held her finger.
It was so tight that I couldn't pull it back. When I thought that my fingers might be broken by Wei Ba, Huan'er didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. Tears circled in her eyes. She looked at Wei Ba pitifully and wanted to ask.
Love, but I can't say anything soft.
In this manor, there was no need for her to speak softly to others, especially Wei Ba, whom she had always looked down upon.
"What do you want to say?" Wei Ba looked at Huan'er with a half-smile. His smile fell in Huan'er's eyes, so hateful and sinister. Huan'er was speechless, feeling Wei Ba's palm getting bigger and bigger.
With the strength and feeling the increasingly severe pain on her fingers, she finally gave up her pride and knelt on the ground with a "plop", tears streaming down her face: "Young Master, I am wrong. Please forgive me, Master."
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"Huh!" Wei Ba slowly let go of his hand, turned around, with his back to Huan'er, and waved his sleeves arrogantly: "Go, tell Madam what happened just now, I believe Madam will give you
A fair result. New farm tools will be built here soon, and the noise will be very loud. If you are not used to it, please don’t come again."
Huan'er covered her nearly broken fingers in front of her chest, bowed and saluted, turned around, covered her face and ran away.
Manager Chen watched all this and remained silent. When Huan'er left, he tugged on Wei Ba's sleeve and pulled Wei Ba aside. "Young Master, when you came back today, you first beat Manager Zhang, and now you teach him a lesson.
Although it is a pleasure to have Huan'er, Mrs. Yu's face will be damaged after all. This... is not good. What if Mrs. blames me..."——————Monday, please recommend, new books, and even more recommendations.