Mao Jue's major is mechanical and electrical engineering, but it's useless here. The shipyard where he worked after graduation taught him a skill, and it's useless here. The only thing he can do is to make a small major. Half a year ago, he went on a trip. There was a local handmade glass workshop tourism project. He played there for an afternoon and saw how others made handmade glass.

After receiving the twenty taels of silver from Mrs. Zhang, Mao Jue felt heavy and filled with his heart with more urgent needs for silver, so he planned to take a gamble.

The heat burned for more than half an hour, and the quartz and feldspar powder in a crucible melted. In the surprised eyes of the little whites, he learned from the master who taught him step by step. The barrel of Mao Jue removed with the musket was stained with a large ball of glass liquid. While blowing, he kept sculpting outside with tongs. For another half an hour, a thick and ugly abstract glass cup finally formed in his hands.

Although the shape is a bit ugly, it is still glass after all. The sand on the island seems very pure, and the whole glass looks crystal clear. It is placed on the shelf next to the stove to keep warm and reduce heat. Mao Baihu and He Xiaoxie didn't care about the scorching pain in the stove, and hissing and sucking around the shelf as if it was tooth pain. After a while, Wen Yuange, who was blowing the trumpet, picked up his thumb and organized it into a praising sentence in his meager language.

"Young Master, tall!"

But he didn't care about whether he was high or not. Mao Jue's mind was full of silver light now, and he eagerly turned his attention to the thief cousin He Siyong, who was the most knowledgeable thief.

"Can this thing be sold at a price?"

"The young master's glass is crystal clear and crystal-like, but the shape is a bit bad. The young man has seen the glass waist pendants worn by the Nan Shang. All of them are clouds hidden inside. They are a little worse than the young master's glass cup. I don't know how much money can be sold!"

Seven taels of silver had been used for twenty taels of silver. The revolver that Mao Jue wanted was not enough. After doing it, he got such an ambiguous answer. Looking at the pile of sand on the ground and the alkali-faced feldspar, he gritted his teeth, and Mao Jue decided to continue to bet.

"You guys, let's continue to sieve, Brother Mao, you should learn as fast as possible when you blow the trumpet. You follow me to the young master and continue to blow. Tonight, we will use all this batch!"

Although I don’t know if it can be sold at a price, but seeing this thing is crystal clear, it doesn’t look like a cheap thing, and I feel a little more motivated. Wen Baihu and the others are also busy. Several people are sweating heavily around the stove, and the burning fire reflects half of the small yard red.

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I really took out all the energy to score copies all night in college. In the evening, except for the little girl in the plain clothes, lying in the broken thatched house for a while, nine big men did not sleep all night. The next morning, the coal was burned out, and a bunch of alkaline noodles, feldspar and lead were used up. Next to the stove, thirty-seven glass products with twisted shapes and strange-looking appearances were spread on the shelves. There were also a lot of broken glass on the ground, and those were all cold and cold.

These big items include cups, plates, small items, pendants, waist pendants, and some accessories are like glass masters from later generations. Mao Jue also added some cinnabar pigment, making the clouds look colorful. These things are probably available for ten yuan to buy a lot of them in later generations, and they are free shipping, but now they contain Mao Jue's hope.

"Stop it first! Brother He Si and Brother Wen Liu, you are the most knowledgeable and familiar with us. Please ask you to find a way to launch these things. No matter how much you sell, you will get 30% of them! We will share the rest when we are at that time, and everyone will have a share!"

"Thank you for the reward of the young master!"

After a busy day and night, these energetic guys were exhausted and even thanked for their rewards.

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Others traveling through time either this young master or that prince. Not only does it mean that they are beautiful women, but they are all beautiful. Mao Jue suspects that he is born to be a job. In the next few days, he will get up early every day on the Pi Island trip to the end of the morning. Mao Jue then tries his shallow glass technology, and then waits for these glass products to bring him a rolling silver harvest.

Unfortunately, wishes are beautiful, but reality is quite cruel. The sales of those glass glass pendants are quite speechless.

"Just sold eight?"

Six taels of silver were scattered on the table, and the broken glass was sold in seven days equivalent to more than 3,600 yuan. If Mao Jue had been so happy a month ago, but now it was different. Time was much more valuable than silver. Yuan Chonghuan arrived at Pi Island at some point and slashed his cheap father Mao Wenlong on the neck. Then Dongjiang Town collapsed as a whole, North Korea fell, and Liaodong Town suffered a lot of bitter fruit. A series of bad things were right in front of him, but he was not even ready for the weapon to resist. Mao Jue was so anxious that he felt like a cat was scratching.

"Young Master, this is good!"

Compared to Mao Jue's anxiousness, Wen Shao was quite satisfied. He sold these eight items. He was very conscious of deducting three taels of silver to run errands first, and then he could wait for Mao Jue to give him some points. As a pimp broker, he has achieved his performance this month.

As for Wenyuan Pavilion, they were also satisfied. They might not have earned a tael of silver for two or three months. After only one week of madness with Mao Jue, they were not so tired of doing work. They could get about half a tael of silver. They also nodded and bowed.

"Yes, Young Master! Even if you are the God of Wealth, you can dig out gold from the sand! Even if you are the one who peels the skin, you can collect about ten taels and twenty taels per month."

"Okay, okay! Half of this silver is my own, and you can share the rest!"

Overestimating Pidao's consumption level, Mao Jue waved his hand irritably. Suyi next to her made a lot of money, happily put three taels of broken silver into her purse, and the rest of Wen Baihu and the others rushed forward, and several big hands cleaned the remaining silver and copper coins.

With money, we naturally had to eat and drink. In this simple abandoned courtyard, Wenbai and the others set up a table, gave them vegetarian clothes and bought a fat duck, bought a few kilograms of pork and cooked it, and bought a few side dishes. Wen Meng also went to the sea to catch a few crabs himself. The few people were excited to drink wine and shout.

As for Mao Jue, he was anxious and had no mood to eat or drink. He barely drank a glass of wine with him, and then he threw down his chopsticks and went to the inner room. The handsome man had a unique position, and these relatives of the Wen family dared not force him. Fortunately, when he left, these rough people drank more freely.

Now there are four large boxes in the inner room, wrapped in straw with hundreds of glassware, especially the last box of more than a dozen bright red cups, plates, bowls and cups are the most gorgeous. It was when Wenyuan Pavilion burned glass. I don’t know how, some rust fell into the glass liquid, and the color was unexpectedly created. As I became more and more skillful, the shapes of these cups and plates have become more and more beautiful and generous. I guess these things can be sold for a long time.

However, the feldspar powder, alkaline lime and other things used to burn glass are almost used, especially the coals used to burn the stove. At first, Wenbaihu walked a ship of Korean coals, but now only a small pile is left. It is estimated that the stove will be turned off after another day. However, Mao Jue no longer wanted to add money to continue to expand production. Instead, he spread a pile of scattered silver on the earthen kang that had been covered with bedding and pulled it with a sad face.

The price of two revolvers is sixteen taels of silver. According to his description, this requires additional purchase of high-quality iron materials. The bullet nest he requires to be completely manually forged, ground, and then opened holes. If he is not careful, a bullet nest will be scrapped. A military bird gun costs three taels. A more complex revolver costs eight taels, which is not expensive.

With only three taels of money, Mao Jue is enough to build two revolvers. However, it is not enough to have a gun, but it also needs to buy gunpowder and bullets. Moreover, Mao Jue does not want to use the traditional round lead balls of the Ming army, and plans to make it into a pointed arrow. During the American Civil War, a large number of practical Minnie bullets were used to enhance lethality, and these cost two to three taels of silver.

The cost of these two guns was shattered, but Mao Jue didn't want to waste it anymore. He planned to build a series of guns first and match them with ammunition, and then he would be on standby for twenty-five hours a day. As long as Yuan Chonghuan came to Pidao, he would follow him. Once Yuan Chonghuan really wanted to show his murderous intention, he would shoot him first. As for the lack of Yuan Chonghuan, what would happen in Liaodong and what kind of twists and turns will Pidao face, he was too lazy to think about it.

As for this glass shop, Mao Jue didn't want to invest another penny before solving Yuan Chonghuan's problem.

But just as Mao Jue was looking at the scattered silver, the thatched hut was pushed away with a creaking sound, and it was like a big mouse. He Siyong touched in with his eyes.

A thief is not just a stolen thing. He is a good thief who can be sold by selling it. He Siyong's channels are even wider than Wen Shao who is pimping. However, for seven consecutive days, he has not sold a single piece of glassware. When he is working, he is the most stolen and sloppy. This kid is enough to disappoint Mao Jue.

Seeing him coming in, Mao Jue was indifferent and reluctantly said hello.

"Brother He is not having a drink outside, why are you doing when you come in?"

He cunningly glanced at the thick men who were drunk. He Siyong, who was like a weasel, slipped to Mao Jue, pressing his voice down, and muttered to Mao Jue in a low voice.
Chapter completed!