The orange-red sunset falls on the sea, and the sky is clear and blue. The afterglow of the setting sun paints the sky with a soft orange-red color. The boundless sea is rippling gently, quietly waiting for the sun to return. The setting sun is getting bigger and bigger.
, the color is getting redder and redder, but it is not dazzling at all. When the sun just touched the sea, it seemed to be suddenly frightened. It jumped slightly and left the water again. Then it sank again and was melted by the sea water.
, a line, a piece, burning the surrounding sea water red.
Pang Gang, Hua Yan and Lin Feng were walking on the soft beach. They were admiring the beautiful scenery while looking at the surrounding scenery. Behind them, there were many figures of military households and craftsmen, who were busy. Around them,
It is a dock that is gradually taking shape.
Looking at the pier that was gradually taking shape, Lin Feng couldn't help but said with emotion: "Sir, after we used this cement to build the pier, the speed was indeed much faster. It took only one month to take shape. I estimate that it will take another half a month."
The pier can use part of the pier first.”
"Yes!" Hua Yan also praised: "These cements are of great help. They are convenient and fast, and they are not afraid of seawater erosion. As long as they are built, we can save a lot of maintenance costs in the future.
, I really don’t know how you came up with this thing in the first place.”
Pang Gang shook his head: "I am just following the script, and you don't need to flatter me. By the way, Hua experience, how is the situation in the cement factory going now?"
Hua Yan's face started to light up when he talked about this, "Sir, our cement factory now has more than 2,000 people, and the output is about 600,000 kilograms a month, but it still cannot meet the demand. It can be said that the current
A cement factory is like a hen that lays golden eggs. In addition to Qingzhou, many businessmen from Zhejiang and Jiangsu now come here to order our cement."
"Well, that's good!" Pang Gang nodded with satisfaction.
After more than half a year of promotion and trials, the current cement has quickly conquered many people due to its high strength, easy plasticity, and durability. People have found that it has many advantages in building houses, building roads, or building castles.
With its huge uses, its reputation quickly spread throughout the Jiangnan provinces, so much so that Pang Gang had to build another cement factory in Lingshanwei to meet the influx of orders.
Then Pang Gangyou reminded: "But you still have to tell those who work in the cement factory that it is best for them to change jobs after working in the cement factory for three years. Working there for a long time will be very taxing on the body.
.”
Cement factories are notorious for dust pollution, even in the 21st century, so Pang just reminded Huayan and the others.
"Yes, I will tell them from my humble position, but whether they can hear it is another matter." Hua Yan's expression was very helpless.
Although the cement factory pollutes a lot, the salary there is also famously high. A worker working in the cement factory can fully support a family of five with his monthly salary. Therefore, in Lingshanwei, it is not difficult to work in a cement factory.
But it is a very enviable job. How can those workers be willing to change jobs after completing three years?
"Forget it, let them be." Pang Gang also knew that this matter was very difficult. How could people nowadays realize that pollution is harmless? They could only be reminded to wear masks at all times.
But Lin Feng then said another piece of bad news, "Sir, our refined salt has aroused the vigilance of many salt merchants in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. In recent days, people have appeared frequently in Wanghai Fort. It seems that they already know that we can
The secret of producing refined salt.”
"Their noses are really smart." Pang Gang said with a sneer and then fell into silence. It seems that the appearance of a large amount of refined salt in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang markets in the past two months has made many salt merchants panic, but they can do it so quickly
Pang Gang felt a little surprised when he set his sights on Wanghai Fort.
Liang Jiupang asked just now: "How many sergeants are stationed in Erlong Mountain now?"
Hua Yan replied from the side: "To tell you the truth, there are still five hundred people."
"If it's not enough, send another 500 soldiers from Lingshan Guard. The refined salt from Erlong Mountain is our treasure chest, and there must be no loss there." Pang Gang's tone was very firm, but he knew very well that those who had been taken from the bowl by him were
The salt merchants who steal food can do anything.
"Yes, sir!" Hua Yan also knew that the safety of Erlong Mountain could not be overemphasized. It was worth it just because it had earned Pang Gang more than half a million taels of silver in the past two months.
Try your best to protect.
However, Hua Yan still had a question in his mind, "Sir, according to the itinerary, those people from North Korea will be back in the next few days, but our ship is still there. Is there anything wrong?"
"No, just keep it in your heart. It will arrive soon." Pang Gang said with confidence, "But how did you do with the matter that I asked you to recruit fishermen to join the army?"
When this issue was mentioned, Hua Yan couldn't help but scratch his head, "Sir, it's not that I don't do my best because of my job, but that most of the fishermen in Shandong are unwilling to join our navy. Until now, we have only recruited less than a thousand soldiers. This is
It’s all caused by the sea ban, and the reputation of our Ming navy has never been very good. It’s a notoriously poor, hard and tiring job.”
Pang Gang sighed softly, "Forget it, just take as many as you can. When those Koreans come, you must follow them and learn their water fighting skills. Don't let me down my hard work."
"
Just when Pang Gang was too busy to touch the ground, in a deep house compound in Hangzhou, a group of businessmen wearing silk and satin were gathering in a secret room.
The person sitting in the first place was an old man who was about sixty years old and looked harmless. He was sitting on his seat with his eyes squinted and taking a nap. Behind him stood a young man who looked handsome and elegant, but
From time to time, those eyes revealed a sinister look that destroyed the beauty. In front of them, there were more than ten businessmen-looking people sitting. They were looking at him eagerly but did not dare to say a word.
After a while, an impatient businessman said: "Mr. Yan, you are the president of our Hangzhou Salt Association and the backbone of everyone. Now our refined salt in Hangzhou has been greatly affected. You have to think of a way.
Come out, we have lost no less than 200,000 taels of silver this month alone, how can we keep going like this?"
"Really? I heard that your Zhao family has made a lot of money in the past two months, and you are also having a fierce fight with the salt dealer from Shandong." At this time, a businessman next to him said mercilessly.
exposed his lies.
"I...didn't I make excuses with him to gain his trust?" The old businessman named Zhao blushed and quickly defended himself.
"Yes, we have heard that your surname Zhao has made a fortune after acting as their agent for their refined salt business in the past two months."
There were voices all around, pointing their fingers at the businessman named Zhao.
At this time, the old man who had been closing the ceremony said calmly, "That's enough. Don't complain about it. Don't think that I, the old man, don't know that some of you haven't had a private conversation with that salt dealer from Shandong."
Those of you who have done transactions. Let’s not talk too far, let’s just talk about last month. Boss Zhao, the 10,000 kilograms of refined salt you sold did not fall from the sky. Boss Wang, the 8,000 kilograms of refined salt you sold this month did not fall from the sky.
You'd say it's leftover from last year, right? And you...you...you..."
Every time this old man's finger points to a person, that person's head will hang down, and he does not dare to come into contact with this old man. His aura is very strong. This old man came down from Jiangsu and Zhejiang Salt Transport Envoys and became an official in Hangzhou Salt Society.
Chang Yan Ben Pavilion.
"Old president, we are just trying to make ends meet. During this time, the salt roads in Shaanxi and Sichuan have been cut off. We have to sell salt. Otherwise, what will we eat?" Cancan, a salt merchant next to him, said.
explained with a smile.
"Okay, don't explain." Yan Benge waved his hand, "I don't know what you did in the past two months, but from now on, everyone can no longer buy salt from them, otherwise we will all become
Their guys made money for him."
"That's that, that's..." The salt merchants agreed without any explanation, but one salt merchant asked solemnly: "Mr. Yan, if we don't buy from them, then our supply will not be enough."
Yes, what should we do?"
"Don't worry, as long as you wait for another month, I will have my own idea on this issue." Yan Benge's originally squinted eyes shot out a stern look, "Don't blame me for spreading ugly words in the first place. If anyone starts from that person again,
If a salt dealer from Shandong gets salt, don’t blame me for being rude!"
"Okay, we must listen to the old man's arrangement, then we will leave first." After hearing Yan Benge's words, the salt merchants all stood up and left.
Seeing these salt merchants disappearing at the door one by one, the young man who had been standing silently behind Yan Benge snorted coldly and said to Yan Benge: "Grandpa, why are you so polite to those people? All of them are...
If you have breasts, you are a mother. How can you bear not to trade with the salt dealers from Shandong?"
Yan Benge said calmly: "You have to endure it if you can't help it. As long as we survive this month, we won't need them anymore after we figure out the secret of those people refining salt."
"Grandpa, do you think that salt dealer from Shandong can really extract refined salt from coarse salt? Isn't that incredible?" The young man's eyes showed doubt.
"**Not Leaving Ten!" Yan Benge said solemnly: "Otherwise, think about it, when did this poor place in Shandong produce well salt? Didn't they refine it from coarse salt? Did it fall from the sky?"
"I have sent out the four Hong brothers. As long as we can get their method of refining refined salt, our Yan family will have a hen that can lay golden eggs!" At this point, Yan Benge and Young Man said