The pie painting was finished and the initial capital was prepared, but Li Chengjiu would not really entrust such a big thing to the old man.

After all, the ideas of the older generation are too solidified, not to mention they are still antiques from thousands of years ago.

so.

If you old man can't carry this big beam, then let your son do it.

Of course, taking away the kid was just his wishful thinking. Therefore, out of humanitarian post-modern thinking, Li Chengjiu still had to seek the opinion of the kid's father.

But how could the old man refuse after hearing this?

My ancestors have been poor farmers for several generations. If I hadn't sneaked out and learned the blacksmithing craft, I would probably still be a bachelor now.

And now that the prince wants to personally teach his boy his skills, even if there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, such a good thing will not happen, right?

So he didn't even have to think about it and thanked him repeatedly in excitement.

Li Chengjiu chuckled and shook his head.

After a brief exchange of greetings with him, he took out the prepared coal press.

More than thirty coal presses were placed in front of us.

This thing is simple and easy to make, there are only two processes in total, and the shapes are all made with molds, and the sizes are very consistent.

He nodded and asked his men to take away the coal press before saying goodbye and returning to Hutou Mountain.

Let Lao Guotou call some women over.

Then Li Chengjiu personally demonstrated the process of making briquettes in front of everyone.

The method is simple and easy to understand. Fill the briquette with the coal slurry that has been soaked and cleaned of impurities, then press it with one hand and lift it with the other, and a briquette is ready.

The women stepped forward to try it one after another.

Except for some rusty hands, no one failed.

This thing isn't even considered a skilled trade, it's just an assembly line operation at best.

Then Li Chengjiu briefly explained how the pressed briquettes should be stacked and dried in the sun, and everything to be arranged was clearly explained in just twenty minutes.

Lao Guotou wrote them down one by one.

Once January is over, mass production of this briquette can begin. It is estimated that coal stoves will be put on the market before the Spring Festival.

All the things that needed to be done were done, and as the sky grew dark, Li Chengjiu and others headed back home.

However, he went back to hide, but Qin Kun and others suffered.

After several people were taken away, they were not even allowed to rest, and were pushed directly to the mountain to start working.

Mr. Qin Kun is used to being a young man, so how can he do such hard work?

Holding the hoe in his hand, he had no idea what to do. Fortunately, he took a few glances at other people's movements, and tried to dig the rock wall a few times, but just a few times made his arms numb.

At the end of the day, not even a complete coal mine was dug.

His two men did relatively better. They dug a total of three or four kilograms of coal. In the end, the three of them still owed Li Chengjiu three hundred coins.

If the workload is not up to standard, all wages will be waived.

But the rice can't be eaten for free. A portion of rice costs 50 cents, and there are six servings for three people, totaling 300 cents.

Qin Kun looked helpless.

"When will this end? Wuwuwuwu..."

After working blindly all day, they finally made it to night. The three of them were arranged to live in a shack with seven or eight other prisoners.

The shack is not big, but it is built on the edge of a cliff.

Only outside the main entrance is an open space, and behind the house is a deep cliff.

Right here, there is no way to run even if you want to.

Besides, there are three people taking turns guarding the place at night.

The prince said that there will be overtime pay for overtime work, so many people rushed to stand guard, fearing that others would stand two hours longer than themselves.

Qin Kun was lying on the bed crookedly without tears, unable to fall asleep.

It wasn't until early the next morning that he quietly came to a guard and whispered:

"Brother, do you know who I am?"

The guard looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what trick this kid was trying to play, but he still snorted and asked:

"who are you?"

Qin Kun looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he said carefully:

"I am the grandson of Qin Yu, the grand master of the dynasty, Qin Kun. If you can let me go, I will ensure that you enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future."

The guard lowered his eyes and sneered: "Do you know who I am?"

Qin Kun raised his eyebrows, "Who are you?"

"I am the Imperial Grand Master."

"Damn you! I'm not kidding you. I am really the grandson of the imperial master."

"Do you think I'm kidding you? You are a grandson, but I can't be his grandson's grandfather?"

It seems that the prince is right, this guy is indeed mentally ill.

At that time, the Imperial Grand Master was a high-ranking official with less than one person and more than ten thousand people. How could his grandson come to work in such an inhospitable place?

Isn't this nonsense?

The guard was a little impatient, but the guy opposite was still trying his best to explain his identity.

In the end, he got so angry that he went up and started a big fight.

"If you don't hurry up and get to work, I'll feed your dinner to the dog if you keep talking nonsense."

Qin Kun covered his face and wanted to curse.

But as soon as he saw the other party, he easily pulled out a long whip from his waist. He didn't dare to talk nonsense. He quickly picked up the hoe and went up the mountain in a hurry.

The guard spat harshly.

Then he told the other bankers who were also watching over him.

Then, Qin Kun had several more grandfathers.

Of course, Li Chengjiu has no control over this guy's life and death. The road is paved anyway, so it's not his thing to worry about how to go.

In this way, time flies by like water, and the days of doing nothing before New Year's Day are swept away.

In the blink of an eye, the last day of this year has finally arrived.

Li Chengjiu forced Ershan to take a holiday. It happened that his father was also helping in the store, so he simply didn't go back and went to his house to celebrate the New Year tonight.

Of course, there is also the little kid. This kid runs into the store every day and is sure to catch him.

He used the walkie-talkie to call Chen Wu over. After thinking about it, he asked Jia Youcai to go find Xiao Cui, and called Xiao Wan over as well.

Since it’s lively, let’s liven it up.

The palace is big enough to fit in.

Besides, he only met a few people after traveling to Dayun.

Of course, Qiu Xiuru didn't want to worry about it, he didn't want to listen to this old boy during the Chinese New Year.

After counting the number of people, Zhang Ergou also had to call.

Although he didn't get along very well with his father, this boy was loyal and still helped him a lot.

But when I thought about this guy, I suddenly remembered that there were still several Qin Kun's men locked up in the abandoned warehouse in Nancheng.

This is such a big deal, and the fringe characters really have no sense of existence at all.

I have no choice but to find someone to look after me first, and wait until the New Year is over before making another decision.

More than a dozen girls in the courtyard started busy preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner. Li Shun was asked to call Zhang Ergou and at the same time ask someone to go to the market to buy some tables and chairs.

Calculating the number of people there is a bit too much, and there are simply not enough chairs at home to sit on.

During this period, some prominent people or officials came to the house to give gifts to the prince.

Although they did not want to deal with this rogue King of Jiang, they still needed to have the proper etiquette.

Packaged Li Shouren, Zhang Guogui and other businessmen.

Fortunately, Zhang Ergou hasn't arrived yet, otherwise, if his father sees that his son is playing tricks on the prince, he will inevitably receive another combination of punches when he returns home.

During this period, Lu Yongcheng also came to visit him holding a century-old mountain ginseng root, saying that he wanted to wish the teacher a long life.

But when he saw such a huge formation in the courtyard, he sat down on the stone bench and refused to leave.

Li Chengjiu was very speechless.

But there was no way, this old boy decided that he was the prince's disciple, and no one could attack him.
To be continued...