The raw materials were finally obtained, and Reggie's factory was about to start operation. He asked Calaf to inventory the tools and materials, and at the same time asked Batchelor to recruit the first batch of workers in the city.
There is no need to worry about Karaf, but recruiting workers is not an easy task.
The residents of Broken Snow City are good at farming, but they don’t like to work for others. Even though the food was destroyed and their source of livelihood was lost, most people still refused Reggie’s recruitment. They felt that working for others was what slaves should do.
, no different from a beggar.
After an afternoon of hard work, Batchelor only brought five workers, an old woman, a middle-aged woman, two young girls and Hunter Rogers.
Yes, it was Hunter Rogers, the boy under five years old.
Reggie really didn't expect that Batchelor didn't recruit an adult man.
Reggie touched Hunter's head: "Young man, if you don't take good care of your father, why are you here?"
Hunter replied: "Dad would like some broth."
Reggie smiled and said: "I gave your father five gold coins, can't you still buy broth?"
The boy didn't laugh, Barcello didn't laugh, everyone didn't laugh.
"Sir, no one in Broken Snow City is willing to sell food anymore," Bachelo said. "The food has been destroyed, and ordinary people's homes have nothing."
Hunter raised his head, looked at Reggie and said, "The bachelor said that if you come here to work as a worker, you will have broth to drink at noon every day. Is it true?"
"It's true." Reggie nodded.
"Can I save the broth for daddy?"
"Of course... no, you are too young to be a worker," Reggie turned to Bachelo, "Tomorrow I will ask people to distribute part of the wheat first, and I will make the remaining wheat into flour.
, and then distribute it.”
Batchelor said; "Why not distribute all the wheat to the residents?"
"That would be too wasteful, and you will soon understand why. Now is not the time to discuss this issue."
There are more than twenty craftsmen under Bachelo, and these craftsmen alone can keep the primitive industry of Broken Snow City running.
The reason why we need to hire workers from among the common people is to change the consciousness of Suixue City, which is a primitive and pure agricultural consciousness.
Reggie divided the work that day. Ten craftsmen went to the kiln in the east of the city to make iron, and the other ten craftsmen went to the kiln in the north of the city to bake special lime mixed with clay. The remaining craftsmen were sent to another kiln in the north of the city.
A kiln for processing the first batch of 20,000 pounds of white stone.
The four female workers recruited went to the processing factory in the west of the city, where they would prepare gunpowder under the leadership of Khalaf.
As for Hunter Rogers, Reggie gave him a more important job.
"Call all your friends, those under fifteen years old, and tell them to go to the castle tomorrow morning, and I will give you broth. If you can find five children, I will give you two pounds of bacon."
Hunter sniffed and asked, "What if I find fifty?"
Reggie smiled and said, "Then I'll give you twenty pounds of bacon!"
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm leaving first!" Hunter said goodbye hastily and ran towards the slums.
How easy it is to ask others to drink broth.
As long as you call five people, you can still get two pounds of bacon. How happy it is.
The little boy's life instantly turned rose-colored.
…
The remaining four female workers have to start the first job of the day, grinding.
Because sulfur was not available yet, these workers first ground saltpeter and charcoal into powder. Before starting work, Reggie explained the labor hours, pay and discipline of the processing plant in advance.
According to the calendar of this world, there are ten months in a year and thirty-five days in each month. A leap year occurs every three years.
According to Reggie's regulations, the processing factory works thirty days a month, with one day off every seven days. Each worker can receive a basic salary of ten silver coins per month, and additional performance bonuses will be awarded based on work performance.
This group of people don't understand the concept of performance bonus, but the salary of ten silver coins makes them
Their eyes lit up, and what surprised them even more was that there was still time for rest every month. You know, they thought they were working as maids. In this era, a maid may not get five days of vacation in her life.
.
After talking about honey, it’s time to talk about sticks.
"Fire is not allowed here at any time. Anyone who brings fire into the factory will be severely punished." Reggie's expression was very ferocious, which made these female workers very scared. "Workers who bring fire will have their entire salary for that year deducted and be whipped.
Workers who make an offense for the second time will be fired immediately, and workers who cause open fires will be sentenced to hard labor or even hanged!"
The female workers trembled in a ball, as if they had been sent to the gallows.
"Now, follow the instructions of Bachelor of Engineering Khalaf and start your work."
Calaf taught them how to use grinding tools. All the tools were made of wood and pottery. Although they were inefficient, they minimized the risk of fire.
Perhaps out of nervousness, the female workers seemed clumsy. A young girl broke a wooden pestle. Just as Khalaf was picking out the sawdust from the charcoal powder, another girl broke a clay pot and broke it into pieces.
Scattered everywhere.
Batchelor shook his head and said: "Why not let the craftsmen do these things?"
Reggie said: "I think you should know very well that I am making black powder, which is related to the survival of Shattered Snow City. I don't want anyone to leak the formula."
Batchelor was surprised; "Would you rather believe these women than my craftsmen?"
Reggie whispered: "To be honest, I don't completely trust your craftsmen, let alone these women. But the craftsmen can figure out my formula, and these women can't."
Batchelor nodded and smiled; "It's really a wise choice."
Reggie continued: "In this place, I only trust you and Khalaf. I will tell you two the formula, just the two of you."
"You don't have to tell me," Bacello shook his head. "I read your explanation of the disciplines. Among all the disciplines, perhaps the one I'm not good at the most is engineering. I'd better leave this matter to Khalaf.
Although I don't know where your formula came from, I believe that Khalaf has obtained the correct formula for black powder, and I firmly believe that it is the most accurate."
"The most accurate?" Reggie looked at Batchelor with a dry smile. This old guy is really arrogant. What is the most accurate? Does he want to challenge the authority of modern science?
Bachelot waved, and Calaf, who was sweating, came over. Training these female workers was really not an easy task.
Batchelor said to Reggie: "We found some black powder from the battlefield, some unburned black powder. Khalaf spent a lot of effort and consulted many books, and finally saw clearly the raw materials of the black powder."
"See?" Reggie asked in surprise, "Can you see the ingredients with your eyes?"
Batchelor whispered: "Given Calaf's special status..."
Reggie signaled to Batchelor that he didn't need to say any more. He had forgotten that Calaf was an elf, so what's the fuss about him having special powers like clairvoyance.
Calaf respectfully handed over a piece of parchment with the recipe for black powder written on it.
20% saltpeter, 20% yellow stone, 40% charcoal, 10% devil's blood, 10% ginkgo root, a little bear's nails, a little silver snake venom, a little long-tongued woman's hair...
This is the black powder of Bayer country, black powder with chaotic composition.
The university scholar said: "We prepared a little black powder according to Khalaf's formula. It may be because the quantity of Giant Bear Nail and Ginkgo Root was not enough. The black powder did not explode, but the burning scene was very spectacular."
Reggie shook his head and said: "It's not the giant bear's nails, nor the root of the ginkgo. The main reason is that the number of long-tongued women's hair is not enough, and the tongue of the long-tongued woman you selected is not long enough."
Calaf looked at Reggie with a shocked face and said: "Sir, how do you know? I reminded the grand maester that Alice's hair is not good..."
The Grand Maester glared at Calaf and shouted, "Shut up! You are so anxious, what should I do?"
Reggie looked at Calaf dumbfounded and asked, "You can see women's hair in the raw materials, I believe this, but how do you know that those hairs belong to women with long tongues?"
"I found this from an ancient book," Kalaf replied. "The ancient book said that the hair of a woman with a long tongue contains the poison of the tongue and is the source of explosive power!"
Reggie nodded and said: "I see, after the enemy's black powder is opened by you, can it still explode?"
Bachelo shook his head and said: "We have never tried it. Black powder is too precious."
"Go ahead and try it," Reggie said with a smile, "Just look at the dancing light in the sky."
"Sir!" Reggie's attitude made Batchelor very angry. "You don't know how rare these black fans are. No one has ever gotten real ones from Bayer..."
"Forget about the anti-fans of Bayer Country," Reggie hugged Bachelot and Calaf, and whispered, "Forget the giant bear, forget the ginkgo tree, forget the snake venom, and forget the woman with the long tongue, remember
Just stick to my formula, which is eight percent sulfur, fourteen percent charcoal, and seventy-eight percent nitrate. This is the best ratio for making gunpowder."
"What is a percentage? What is a ratio?" The two looked at Reggie confused.
"To put it simply, if you mix eight pounds of yellowstone, fourteen pounds of charcoal, and seventy-eight pounds of saltpeter, you can get a hundred pounds of the best black powder."
Bachelo was surprised: "How did you know?"
Reggie whispered to Batchelor: "Actually, I also hide my identity. I am not an ordinary creature you are familiar with."
Batchelor was shocked and said: "Sir, stop talking. This matter will be discussed at my manor."
Reggie said seriously: "Have you remembered all the recipes?"
"Eight pounds of yellowstone, fourteen pounds of charcoal, seventy-eight pounds of saltpeter..." Karaf repeated, "but we don't have yellowstone."
Reggie smiled and said: "We will have it. Now the Grand Master and I are going to the kiln, and I will leave this place to you."