Carriages of horse and carriages traveled a long distance away, which was spectacular.

These carriages are like propaganda teams along the way.

Even the prefectures and counties along the way knew they were going to mine.

There is no strong reading atmosphere in Guanzhong area, and not many people pass on the family tradition of poetry and books. After all,... they can't beat those exams, so... they have a bit of a business atmosphere.

Many people even took the car with doubts.

And here at Poluwei, a new city has risen from the ground, with nearly 100,000 Tatars and Han people living here.

The Tatars completely collapsed. The Ming army could directly attack the inside of the Tatars, which made it possible that in addition to a Tatars that had to migrate to the more desolate north, many Tatars had to live under others' roofs.

They were also humans, and they took their wives and children to the Polu Guard. They thought they were slaves and servants, but they were surprised to find that the Han people had actually placed them.

If you have the energy, go up the mountain to mine. The mountains are full of wealth, gold, silver, copper and iron, and a large amount of rich mines are spread among the nearby mountains. There was almost no development here before, so open-pit iron ore and coal mines are everywhere.

Not only that, at the foot of the mountain, there are countless smelting workshops. All the ores go down the mountain and smel them. In the end, they become pieces of pig iron, and the coal will be crushed into powder, and then remove impurities.

The gold, silver and copper here are the ones that people love to dig. They produce more than 3,500 kilograms of gold, more than tens of thousands of kilograms of silver, and a large amount of copper ore, which eventually made copper ingots.

And this... is just early mining.

The output was not high in the past two years because the roads up the mountain were rugged and all their energy was spent on the construction of the roads. Now, according to Fang Jifan's method, people directly built wooden tracks along the smelting workshops in the mining area, and the tracks could be passed by vehicles.

In the future, the output of various ores and smelted gold, silver, copper and iron will continue to double.

Men mine, women are responsible for raising children, and making meals in life. Of course... ordinary families will raise dozens of cattle and sheep.

The Tatars were not born cruel. They were just in harsh environments and had no other way out.

Now, we can settle down steadily, and wives and children do not have to follow men to nomadly, and rely on wages and sold cattle and sheep to eat and drink. Many Tatars are very satisfied with this.

A stable and prosperous life is what people expect, especially Tatar men are strong and have strong endurance, and they often dig more ore.

The main manager of this mining area is Deng Jian.

According to the order of Commander Fang Duwei, General Manager Deng adopted piece-based salary. Whoever dug out more ore will have more salary.

After one month, I sold my energy and had one or two taels of silver. This amount was enough for the Tatars, not to mention the ordinary Han people.

People settled along the Yellow River, with canyons on both sides, like all the landforms of the Hexi Corridor. The city scale continues to expand along the south side of the Yellow River, forming a narrow and long living area.

The people here all have their faces dyed with a layer of dust, and countless merchants will transport food.

Of course, there were also many Tatars who grazed and cultivated nearby.

The food price here is expensive. Even if the land is poor and the food grown is small, it is enough for a farmer to support the whole family.

As usual, Deng Jian sat up and drank tea in the manager's office.

He likes reading books recently.

Reading makes people happy.

Although he didn't recognize many words, it would not prevent him from holding a "Spring and Autumn" backwards and chewing it repeatedly.

The book is a little yellowed.

Obviously, it's been seen a lot.

While eating peanuts, Deng Jian occasionally raised the warm rice wine and drank it in one gulp.

After reading the book, he put it down and neatly stacked it on the pile of "Book of Rites", "Zuo Zhuan", "Gongsun Yang", and "Guliang Zhuan".

"General Deng, General Deng..."

A civil servant came hurriedly, and when he saw General Deng fiddling with his book, he immediately felt awe.

"What are you yelling about? There are no rules." Deng Jian had a stern face.

He grew a little beard, and because he came to Hexi, there were more vicissitudes on his face. He hated someone's surprise and dissatisfaction the most.

"Yes, yes, villains deserve to die."

"General Deng." The clerk said again: "Suddenly, many cars and horses came, all of whom came to buy pig iron. There were so many, and there was no end to see."

Deng Jian didn't have many expressions on his face: "If you want to buy, just ask for it. In a hurry, isn't there much pig iron?"

"Yes, yes, I just feel strange. Also, there is a letter from Wei Wei Fang here."

What... Master.

When he thought of the young master, Deng Jian's expression changed.

He will never forget the time he spent with the young master.

What a good person, the young master is. Since he has a brain disease, he has taken care of himself. After so many years, he has been here, and now he lives in the most beautiful mansion in the mining area. There are more than a dozen girls around him at any time. He has nine sons, not many daughters, four or five?

In short, although he is satisfied with the current situation, Deng Jian will never forget someone in the pass... the closest dear and beloved young master.

"Come on letters."

The clerk hurriedly took the letter and stepped forward.

Deng Jian opened it and looked at it, and then he realized that he didn't seem to know many words.

So he threw the letter to the clerk: "Come and read it."

The civil servant dared not be negligent. He stood beside Deng Jian, looked at the letter, was silent for a moment before hesitating: "A dog-like thing."

Deng Jian suddenly stood up and raised his hand to slap the civil servant: "Who are you scolding? This is the mining area, no matter whether the sky or the earth is taken away, my young master is here, I have killed you now, do you believe it or not?"

The civil servant was knocked to the ground and almost cried. He stood up, forced out his smile, and touched his bulging cheeks: "Mr. Deng, this is written in the letter. The first sentence written in the letter is like a dog."

Deng Jian's body was shocked.

No wonder...no wonder this dog-like thing, these six words are so kind... It turns out that it was said by the young master.

Suddenly, Deng Jian's eyes became wet.

He remembered the days and nights that served the young master, and the young master also called him like this, it was so comfortable. These six words that had been missing for a long time suddenly gave Deng Jian a warm feeling of meeting old friends in a foreign land.

His eyes were wet and he tried hard to sniff. The young master still remembered me and was still thinking about the past.

"Continue to read."

"A dog-like thing, the price of pig iron has increased by 50%. If you sell one less copper coin, you will be killed!"

Huh...comfortable...

"So that's what you said?" Deng Jian smiled happily.

The civil servant Qiqi Ai Ai said: "Yes, that's what he said."

"Come on letters."

After receiving the letter, he looked at it repeatedly, and only vaguely recognized a few words. This must have been written by the young master himself. As soon as he thought of this, Deng Jian wanted to cry again. While he carefully stuffed the letter into his sleeve, he took the rice wine from the desk and took a sip. A hot stream of energy went into his throat. He used the master's teachings to drink, so happy!

"Give me instructions, raise the price, raise the price!"

"yes!"

Cars of pig iron are loaded.

Countless merchants and managers are too lazy to bargain because the price of pig iron here is too low. If this thing is shipped to the capital, the price can be at least five times higher.

It's not a day to delay now.

So, I quickly loaded the car, then brought the dry food and left immediately.

The mining area is obviously going to start to speed up production. In order to recruit more people, wages have increased a lot. The endless stream of cars and horses have brought the most needed time and grain in the mining area, as well as various daily necessities, but it has caused the originally tense daily necessities to become flooded and prices have dropped a lot.

In this way.

The Han and Tatars here are all in a state of excitement.

Living standard has doubled in less than half a month.

Even the Tatar women volunteered.

No one doesn't want to live a good life. In the past, the Tatars had to plunder, but now... they can rely on strength.

These women are often the heads of the family. Because men often have to go out, Tatar women often belong to the owners of the family. There are quite a few who also have to go up the mountain to dig ore.

Between these mountains, there are countless cattle and sheep, plank roads along the mountains, warehouses, and many smelting workshops, emitting black smoke.

And countless chariots and horses, back and forth along the corridor, were like long snakes...

………

Fang Jifan ignored the noise in the trading market.

He actually doesn't like merchants either.

These guys who are fond of their righteousness have no sense of responsibility to the people at all. They magnify their selfishness infinitely, and in order to make profits, they want to sell their wives and children.

But...what does it matter?

No matter how bad they are, they can be better than the scumbag king in the world? They can be worse than the little scholar Zhu?

As long as you make good use of it, you can turn it into a treasure.

The first section of the railway track has been completely released.

Zhu Houzhao pulled Fang Jifan to the hot workshop. Fang Jifan saw with his own eyes the rail was half a foot long, very thick, but the rails in these sections had to be made tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of them, which were all silver.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but sigh that it was not easy to be true. If it weren't for the accumulation of primitive capital and the construction of roads by relying on the suckers, what did not exist was all silver, it was countless silver.

Zhu Houzhao patted Fang Jifan's shoulder: "Lao Fang, do you want to cry again?"

"No." Fang Jifan shook his head and said, "I just feel that there are still many good people in the world. I love this world and everyone."

Zhu Houzhao shivered: "Just..."

"What?"

Zhu Houzhao said aii: "Now, the price of pig iron has risen by eight times and is still rising. Many merchants simply stock up on goods. If this continues, I am afraid... countless steel stoves will be out of rice."

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The fourth update tomorrow morning.
Chapter completed!