Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 233 Recruitment
"This recipe, although it has not been fully finalized, but it is almost the same after thinking about it."

The proportion of the raw materials blended out in the past two days is actually not too big, but for Feng Yong, who has a tendency to be perfect, the closer this thing is to the samples of later generations, the better it must be.

Because to be honest, the concrete mixed with this kind of cement, no matter what kind of building it is used to build, is definitely a tofu project.

And it is still a tofu dregs project that can only be used in the south.

If you go to the north, it is almost like paper. The greater the temperature difference and the drier the place, the faster the things built with this cement will collapse.

In the south, it may last seven or eight years, but in the north, maybe it can last two or three years, which is God's blessing.

So what Feng Tubie thought in his heart was that he would never use it to make concrete.

It will only be used as an adhesive for bricks, and it must be a bungalow.

As for what Zhuge Old Demon will use it for, that's none of Feng Yong's business.

Anyway, you usually only use Nanzhong for more than half a year, this cement, after all, gave you seven or eight years to sort out Nanzhong carefully...

You are so awesome, seven or eight years must be enough.

"In a few days, Wenxuan, you will take the formula and this thing called cement and go to Jincheng to find the prime minister."

For Feng Yong, this kind of rubbish is not of much use to him, so it doesn't matter if he gives it to the old demon Zhuge.

Otherwise, one day I really let myself build a bean curd dregs project, but the quality is not good enough, and I missed something. At that time, I didn’t send the handle to Zhuge Old Demon?

After several people went back to the living room and sat down, Feng Yong continued, "A few days ago, I asked the Prime Minister's wife about the secret, and now I have news."

"I heard from my wife that the machine was originally a branch of the Zhang family in Nanyang, but it was considered to be valued by the Zhang family. It was only because this person resigned from office and went to Lingnan to work as a medical worker. The Zhang family If you feel ashamed, you will break off the relationship."

"Even his children and grandchildren are at odds because of this. Some want to go back to the Zhang family in Nanyang, and some are willing to stay in Lingnan, but no matter what, their life is not too easy to come to."

Feng Yong took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"The reason why I am so concerned about this machine is because the medical work is related to the layout behind me, and it is the most important thing."

Feng Yong looked at Li Yi and said, "Wenxuan, I am most at ease when you are doing things. After returning to Jincheng, I have to trouble you to go back to Nanzhong to find out where Zhang Ji's descendants are. Are there any?" learned medicine."

After the founding of the people's Republic of China in later generations, why did the population grow explosively?

The end of the war and the tranquility of life are one aspect, and the greatly improved medical and health conditions are another aspect.

Otherwise, what's the point if you give birth to ten and die to eight?
Although Li Yi didn't know why his elder brother cared so much about a medical worker, he knew that his elder brother would always do something unexpected, and besides, this matter was related to his elder brother's layout, so he immediately nodded in response.

With the arrival of Ma Di, the prefect of Hanzhong, his mission of coming to Hanzhong as an angel was completed, and it was time to return to Jincheng.

After thinking for a while, Li Yi said again: "It's just that my younger brother has made some minor achievements in returning to Jincheng this time. The prime minister will appoint him another post at that time, so what?"

"no need to worry."

Feng Yong said confidently, "I let you take this thing to find the prime minister, and I am borrowing you from the prime minister."

Saying that, he took a deep look at Li Yi, "After this matter is done, no matter what the result is, whether Wenxuan wants to guard the side or enter the court to do things, it's up to you."

Li Yi rolled his eyes twice, and grinned, "Then the younger brother will take this opportunity to tell the prime minister, follow the elder brother, how about it?"

Feng Yong felt relieved after hearing this, and laughed: "I'm just afraid that I will miss Wenxuan's future."

"The younger brother's future depends on the elder brother."

Li Yi smiled.

After the beginning of spring in Nanzhong, there have been a few soft rains.

There is no cold spring this year, so although there is still a slight chill, Guishou who have survived the winter can finally breathe a sigh of relief, because the days of being cold and hungry are finally over.

There is no cold, only hunger is left, and it is a good thing to be able to endure less pain.

In the four counties of Nanzhong, apart from Yongchang, the three counties of Zangke, Yuexi, and Yizhou all rebelled, and Pingyi County, where the governor of Nanzhong is located, has become the largest concentration of refugees.

Countless homeless refugees flock here, or flow to the direction of Jincheng through this, or are unwilling to stay away from their hometown, so they stay here, waiting for the imperial court's counter-insurgency division.

A large number of refugees not only brought mouths waiting to be fed, but also brought countless security problems.

Insufficient food, driven by hunger, made many people take risks.

Every night, someone dies inexplicably.

And as born weak, those women and girls are either forced or take the initiative to use everything they have to get a bite to eat.

Perhaps sleeping with a strange man for one night can exchange for a bite of food, which is a blessing.

These unsolvable problems caused Li Hui, the governor of Nanzhong, a very headache. It was not until the queen sent someone to recruit workers that he relaxed his brows.

Many years later, the weavers in Hanzhong can still clearly remember that one day, inside and outside Pingyi County, in several places, the signboard of Hanzhong Textile Workshop was hung at the same time. On the banner, there were two words written in big : recruitment.

At the same time, under the flag, millet was still being boiled, and the yellow millet was constantly being stirred. The smell of food that was emitted made them, who were refugees at that time, sniff their noses, swallow their saliva, and surrounded them involuntarily.

"Recruiting workers, recruiting workers!"

Under the banner, someone shouted loudly: "There is a Hanzhong textile workshop recruiting weavers, as long as you are willing to go to Hanzhong to work as a weaver, you can take care of food and housing, and cure your illness..."

"It doesn't matter whether you know how to spin or weave cloth. Once you get there, someone will teach you how to do it. If you are already familiar with it, you can still get paid..."

The conditions are very generous, so generous that it is unbelievable-except that it is a bit far away to Hanzhong.

No one dared to go forward, but the fragrance of the millet made people reluctant to leave.

But he didn't dare to grab it, because there were soldiers guarding him with shining weapons.

In the end, Yousha boldly looked at the golden broomcorn and couldn't move his eyes away, so he bravely stepped forward and asked, "Is there such a good thing in the world?"

The steward who was waiting for the registration at the side immediately glanced over and sneered, "What do you know? This is the empress watching the war in Nanzhong, women suffering innocently, worrying, and praying for the child in her womb. Just thought of a way to get Feng Langjun of Hanzhong to take in the suffering women of Nanzhong, what a great deed! If you don’t believe me, get out!”

　Chapter 2 will be later, you can't wait, watch it tomorrow morning.

　
(End of this chapter)