Chapter 233 Recruitment
“Although this recipe hasn’t been completely finalized yet, I think it’s pretty close.”
The proportions of the raw materials prepared in the past two days have not changed much, but for Feng Yong, who has a tendency towards perfection, the closer this thing is to the samples of later generations, the better it must be.
Because to be honest, no matter what kind of building it is used to build concrete mixed with this kind of cement, it will definitely be a shoddy project.
And it’s still a shoddy project that can only be used in the south.
Going to the north, it's almost like paper. The greater the temperature difference and the drier the place, the faster things built with this kind of cement will collapse.
The south may be able to survive for another seven or eight years, and in the north, it may be able to survive for two or three years. God will bless it.
So what Feng Tibi was thinking was that he would never use it to make concrete.
It will only be used as an adhesive for bricks, and it must be a bungalow.
As for what Zhuge Lao Yao will use it for, that is none of Feng Yong’s business.
Since it only took you more than half a year to build Nanzhong, this cement gives you seven or eight years to sort out Nanzhong carefully...
You are so awesome, I think seven or eight years will definitely be enough.
"In a few days, Wenxuan, take the formula and this thing called cement and go to Jincheng to find the Prime Minister."
For Feng Yong, this kind of **** is of little use to him, so it doesn’t matter if he gives it to Old Demon Zhuge.
Otherwise, if one day you really let yourself build a shoddy project, and the quality is not up to par, and things go wrong, then you won’t be able to hand over the clues to Old Demon Zhuge?
After they walked back to the living room and sat down respectively, Feng Yong continued, "A few days ago, I asked the Prime Minister's wife about the machine, and now there is news."
"I heard from Madam that Zhang Ji was originally a side branch of the Zhang family in Nanyang, but he was regarded as valued by the Zhang family. But later because this man resigned and became a medical worker in Lingnan, the Zhang family I felt embarrassed, so I broke off the relationship.”
"Even his descendants are at odds with each other because of this. Some want to return to the Zhang family in Nanyang, while others are willing to stay in Lingnan. But no matter what, their life is not very easy."
Feng Yong took a sip of water to moisten his throat.
"The reason why I am so concerned about this project is because this medical matter is related to my subsequent layout and is a top priority."
Feng Yong looked at Li Yi and said, "Wenxuan, I feel most at ease when you do things. After returning to Jincheng, I have to trouble you to go back to Nanzhong to check where Zhang Ji's descendants are and whether there are any." Learned medical skills.”
After the founding of the People's Republic of China in later generations, why did the population increase explosively?
The end of the war brings peace of life on the one hand, and the great improvement of medical and health conditions on the other.
Otherwise if you live ten and die eight, what’s the point?
Although Li Yi didn't know why his brother was so interested in a medical worker, he knew that his brother always had unexpected ways. Besides, this matter was related to his plan, so he immediately nodded in agreement.
With the arrival of Ma Di, the governor of Hanzhong, his mission as an angel to Hanzhong was also completed, and it was time to return to Jincheng to resume his duties.
After thinking for a while, Li Yi added: "It's just that my younger brother's return to Jincheng has made some small achievements. What if the prime minister appoints him to another post when he arrives?"
"no need to worry."
As he spoke, he took a deep look at Li Yi and said, "After this is done, no matter what the outcome is, whether Wenxuan wants to be a pastor or go to the court to work, it is up to you."
Li Yi rolled his eyes twice and grinned, "How about I take this opportunity to report to the Prime Minister and follow my brother?"
After hearing this, Feng Yong felt relieved and laughed: "I'm just afraid of missing Wenxuan's future."
“The younger brother’s future depends on his elder brother.”
Li Yi smiled.
Since the beginning of spring, there have been several light and continuous rains in Nanzhong.
There is no cold spring this year, so although there is still a slight chill, the Guizhou leaders who have survived the winter can finally breathe a sigh of relief, because the cold and hungry days are finally over.
Without the cold, only hunger remains. It is also a good thing to endure less pain.
The four counties of Nanzhong, except Yongchang, the three counties of Zangke, Yueqi and Yizhou all rebelled. Pingyi County, where the governor of Nanzhong was seated, became the largest concentration of refugees.
Countless homeless refugees flocked here, or passed through here to the direction of Jincheng, or were unwilling to stay away from their hometown, so they stayed here, waiting hard for the imperial court to counter the rebellion.
The large number of refugees has brought not only mouths crying for food, but also numerous security problems.
The lack of food and the drive of hunger make many people take desperate risks.
Every night, someone dies inexplicably.
As the naturally weak ones, those women were either forced or took the initiative to use everything they had to get a bite to eat.
Perhaps sleeping with a strange man for one night can be exchanged for a bite of food. That would be a blessing.
These difficult-to-solve problems gave Li Hui, who was the governor of Nanzhong, a headache. It was not until the queen sent someone to recruit workers that he relaxed.
Many years later, the weavers in Hanzhong can still clearly remember that one day, signs for Hanzhong Textile Workshop were hung up in several places inside and outside Pingyi County at the same time. On the flags and flags, two words were written in large letters. : Recruitment.
At the same time, millet was still cooking under the flag. The yellow millet was constantly being stirred, and the smell of grain made them, who were refugees at the time, sniff their noses, swallow their saliva, and gather around them involuntarily.
“Recruiting workers, recruiting workers!”
Under the flags, someone was shouting loudly: "The Hanzhong Textile Workshop is recruiting weavers. As long as they are willing to go to Hanzhong to work as weavers, they will be provided with food and shelter, and their illnesses will be treated..."
“It doesn’t matter whether you know how to spin or weave. When you get there, there will be people who can teach you how to do it. If you are already skilled, you can still get paid...”
The conditions are very favorable, so generous that people can’t believe it—except that going to Hanzhong is really far away.
No one dared to come forward, but the fragrance of millet made people reluctant to leave.
But he didn’t dare to grab it because there were soldiers standing guard with bright weapons.
Finally, someone foolishly and boldly looked at the golden millet and couldn't take his eyes away, so he plucked up the courage to step forward and asked, "Is there such a good thing in the world?"
The steward who was waiting for the registration immediately looked over and sneered: "What do you know? This is because the Queen is worried about the war in Nanzhong and the innocent women suffering, and in order to pray for the child in her belly, she is doing this I just thought of a way to ask Feng Langjun from Hanzhong to take in the suffering woman from Nanzhong. It’s a great good deed! If you don’t believe me, get out!”
Chapter 2 will be later. If you can’t wait, let’s read it tomorrow morning.
(End of this chapter)