"Forget it, let's just leave it like this." In the end, it was Lao Zhu who put an end to the matter. He knew that such a matter would not lead to any results if discussed like this, so it was better to leave it alone for now.
Whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, you can always know later.
"However, with this memorial, we can save him from death for once."
Zhu Yuanzhang didn't know whether he did it on purpose or just said it casually.
But the listener was interested, and Zhu Biao was really surprised now.
My father had said the word "avoid death" more than once. But when was that time? It was when the heroes were divided and my father was starting a business to conquer the world.
Ever since he decided to rule the world, Zhu Biao had never heard his father talk about anyone he wanted to spare.
What's more, the Queen Father came and simply took back all the death-free iron scrolls that were given out when starting the business. It doesn't matter whether you were exempted from death three times or five times, they were all discarded and recycled.
Nowadays, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, even Duke Xu Da of Wei and Duke Li Shanchang of South Korea, are not immune to death.
In other words, if the father really fulfills his golden words, then Han Du will become the only person in the Ming Dynasty who can avoid death?
Zhu Biao lowered his head and turned a deaf ear, as if he had not heard what he just said.
"The people in the General Affairs Department are really becoming more and more lax. Such a memorial can be criticized as useless by them. The Ministry of Civil Affairs should really be rectified."
Since Han Du's memorial won the emperor's heart, naturally the "nonsense" approval note by the General Secretary became a huge mistake.
However, Zhu Biao did not want his father to punish the Secretary of General Affairs for this, so he said: "Dad, knowledge is a thing that can reach the sky if it is improved by one point. This cannot be blamed on the officials of the Secretary of General Affairs for being slack. If I have not experienced If Han Du talks about treasure notes and money, I may not be able to understand this memorial."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded after hearing this. It was indeed the case. Those who had not heard Han Du's subtle remarks in advance would naturally not be able to understand what this memorial was about. They would only find this memorial to be very confusing and confusing to read. It's hard to understand.
Since it was excusable, Lao Zhu didn't intend to go into details.
"Take this memorial back with you and think about it for yourself. If you don't understand something, call Han Du to explain it to you. Money, treasures and notes are related to the fate of the Ming Dynasty. As the prince, you must know clearly. Do you know? Well, of course, if you understand something, come and talk to us. We are busy with government affairs, so we won’t waste this energy."
"My son knows."
Zhu Biao answered with a normal expression. In fact, he was laughing in his heart. His father said that he was busy with government affairs, but in fact he just couldn't bear to come to Han Du for advice. After all, he was the emperor, and Han Du was too young.
Lao Zhu knew what Zhu Biao was thinking, and he didn't expect his tricks to be hidden from his son, as long as the goal was achieved.
With a wave of his hand, Zhu Biao was sent away.
Han Du walked on the outer city street and hurried home.
It is strange to say that when Handu was in modern times, he was also an animal that foraged at midnight. Is there a time to go home before twelve o'clock?
But after coming here, away from the hustle and bustle of feasting and feasting, he became even more obsessed with home. He wanted to go home as soon as he got off work. Even if he didn't think about it in his mind, he would subconsciously walk towards home with both feet.
It's really weird.
Could it be that people are really cheap animals? They all like it, but they won’t let go, and they will push them backwards.
Early in the morning, Han Du came to the banknote bureau and started looking for Mr. Huang everywhere.
"Sir, are you looking for me?" Huang Lao ran to Han Du with a glowing face. These days, he has eaten well, slept well, and he has even seen the true face of the emperor. This alone is enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life.
, the whole person is full of energy, as if he is twenty years younger.
"Aren't you saying that the transportation of the coal mine is inconvenient, causing mining to be too slow? I am planning to build a cement road between the coal mine and the capital. The court has agreed, and the money and materials have been approved."
"Sir, is this true?" Mr. Huang asked in surprise.
Although Mr. Huang had never seen a cement road, he had heard it introduced by Han Du. It was wide, flat, and not afraid of rainwater. He could not imagine what it would look like once such a road was built. And it was for
He personally participated in the construction of such a road specifically for transporting coal mines. When he thought about it, Huang Lao trembled with excitement and wanted to start construction immediately.
"Of course it's true. Now you have two things to do."
Mr. Huang straightened his whole body, raised his chest, and said with great energy: "Please give me your instructions."
"The first is to recruit craftsmen and dig twenty kilns. Half of them will be used to burn lime and half will be used to burn cement. You have to ensure that once you start building roads, there will be enough cement supply. By the way, where are the craftsmen deployed by the imperial court?
?Are you here yet?”
"Come back to me, sir, we've arrived. Sir, put it down. Even if I try my best, I will ensure that the road construction will not be delayed."
As long as we arrive, we should be able to ensure the supply of cement.
Hey, I had been studying for so many years in my previous life, and I had never even been a group leader. I never thought that now I would have to take care of the food, drink, sleep, and sleep of about two hundred people. Things in this world are really unpredictable.
"The other thing is that you have to make sure all the craftsmen are able to mix cement with concrete in the shortest possible time. No matter what method you use, I will be of great use to you then."
"This..." Mr. Huang's face turned ugly for a while.
"What? Is there a problem?" Han Du frowned.
Huang Lao explained awkwardly, "Your Majesty, please be aware that there is no cement in the banknote bureau now."
"How come there are no more? Where are the ones that were made before?"
"Sir, the old ones have become as hard as rocks for some reason. I tried them, but they are no longer suitable. Your Majesty did not order to continue making them, so I stopped them first."
Damn it!
Han Du was annoyed and wanted to slap himself on the forehead, but as soon as things got too busy, he forgot that cement will expire when exposed to the air. In addition, in this misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, he did not order them to do waterproofing.
, cement will definitely fail quickly.
"My officer was negligent," Han Du stretched out his hand to rub his temples, "Let's do this. You will immediately arrange to start making cement, including the new cement kilns. Production will start as soon as they are built."
"In addition, cement is impervious to water. Once it comes into contact with water, it will begin to solidify. Even if it is stacked in a house, it will absorb moisture in the air and gradually fail. The process is just a bit slow."
"...Moisture in the air?" Huang Lao listened to Han Du's words as if he was listening to a book from heaven.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. Anyway, you only need to know that cement must be sealed and packaged so that it can be stored for a long time." Han Du said and felt something was wrong. Why did he forget the storage container? Although cement production is simple,
But storing cement is not easy. The most important thing is to prevent moisture. This is a big problem at this time. If it is not possible, it can only be used immediately.
Even though the cement bags in later generations were simple, they looked as if they were made of a piece of paper. But even with the Ming Dynasty's level of craftsmanship, no one could make such a piece of paper.
"Use a wooden barrel?" Han Du looked at Mr. Huang and tentatively made an uncertain suggestion.
The wooden barrel can be covered with a lid and sealed with oil paper, and there should be no problem.
"Sir, I'm afraid we can't use wooden barrels." Huang Lao shook his head and objected, "The price of a wooden barrel is not low. It's better to have less. But if you use too much, it will be a big expense. Do you have that much money, sir?"
Another expense!
Han Du's head hurts when he hears the word "expense" now. It's all the fault of Lao Zhu, who is always asking for money. If he gets ten thousand yuan for himself, he would dare to use wooden barrels to load cement.
"Then what can you do?" Han Du obviously didn't have that much money to waste on him. He now had to spend every penny on the knife handle, no, on the blade.
"Sir, do you think this is okay? I once saw someone making a basket out of bamboo. They cut a piece of bamboo into two halves, then flattened it with a rolling stone, and then roasted it with fire. In a circle, three or two times.
You can make a basket in a short time, the speed is amazing. The key is how cheap bamboo is?" Huang Lao's hands like old tree branches kept gesticulating with Han Du, trying to make Han Du understand as much as possible.
The production is simple and quick, fast and cheap. For Handu, which has a high demand, it is naturally very good.
However, it is not without any problems.
"If it's a bamboo basket, won't the cement leak?" Han Du glanced at Mr. Huang in confusion.
Cement is as fine as dust. If nothing else, just the gaps between the bamboo baskets, I am afraid that the basket of cement will leak out before it reaches its destination.
"This little old man has also thought about it, sir, isn't there still a large amount of banknotes in the banknote bureau that are not used? Let's paste a layer of banknote paper on the bamboo basket, so that it can barely be used?
"
Is that so?
Han Du thought for a moment and realized that this would be fine.
"It's just that, in this case, the cement will probably only be made and used now."
As expected, craftsmen like Mr. Huang are the kind of people who lack theoretical knowledge but have rich practical experience. In the blink of an eye, Han Du came up with a barely feasible solution.
The key is that the best thing is cheapness, and cheapness trumps everything else.
Han Du doesn't have any extra money to waste now.
"That's it. You arrange for the craftsmen to do it. If you need money, go directly to Xiong Shi to get it."
Just as Xiong Shi arrived, Han Du quickly called him over.
"Xiong Shi, this way, come here quickly."
Xiong Shi came to Han Du and raised his hand, "What's the matter, sir?"
Han Du explained Huang Lao's method to Xiong Shi and asked him to cooperate with Huang Lao.
Xiong Shi nodded and agreed.
"By the way, Xiong Shi. Has the money from the East Palace been delivered?"