Dressed in aristocratic attire, he sat on the floor regardless of his image, and began to piece together the world's first manual machine tool.

Because he had the drawings in his head, he installed them very quickly, three points faster than an old worker with outstanding skills.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Chris assembled one part after another, explaining the principle of assembly to the people around him while assembling, and soon assembled a machine tool.

This is a manual machine with a sewing machine-like operating principle, this machine grinds wood ten times or even a hundred times faster than manual grinding.

Then he briefly demonstrated the operation, and everyone let out a cry of shock.

"By pressing this pedal, you can create a balanced rotational force...... In this way, cylindrical products can be processed! Chris gave way and motioned for an apprentice to come up and operate, and the machine was quickly turned.

"If you improve it, you can make a lot of concentric circles – it's very simple, just try it." While instructing, he explained how to carve patterns.

Soon, a cylindrical wooden stick in the shape of a gourd with two thick ends and a thin middle appeared evenly in front of everyone's eyes, and there was not even a minute before and after.

"It's a miracle!" An old craftsman looked at the machine that could be operated so easily, looked at the complex cylindrical wooden stick cut by the saw blade on it, and exclaimed, "Absolutely a miracle." ”

"Indeed, I have received God's will." Chris smiled and pointed to his head as he assembled a second of the same device.

Under the more adoring gaze of the great craftsmen, Chris tossed aside a less substandard part and tucked another replacement into the gear set.

In fact, the scrap rate of hand-made parts is still very high, and most of the parts can be pieced together and used, which is already great news for Chris.

A second machine was soon assembled and put into production. Chris began to have the third device assembled, and he himself guided the important steps.

The number of wood-cutting machines began to increase, and a few carpentry apprentices took control of the machines, and soon made several beautiful stool legs. Even with the most discerning eye, these products are definitely boutiques.

Because the cutting speed is too fast, there is even a shortage of material preparation very quickly. While Chris was assembling the fourth woodworking machine, several carpenters completed the first chair produced by the machine.

"It's fast, but a chair that's exactly the same will soon become worthless." An old carpenter stroked the three identical chairs in front of him, and said worriedly to his peers.

"yes, such a chair quickly loses its charm, it ...... It lacks the soul of the craftsman...... "Another master carpenter is equally unaccustomed to what is produced by his apprentices."

"Beauty can also be ruined in a thousand ways, which is an absolute disaster for art." The old craftsman at the head shook his head and denied the "mass production goods" processed by this production model.

In their opinion, even if it is a set of chairs, it must be matched and changed, and the exact same thing is simply a blasphemy of the spirit of ingenuity.

It's a shame that Chris doesn't think so. He put down the parts in his hand and walked over to the chairs.

He was accustomed to mass-produced products, and he didn't feel anything wrong with these identical chairs. He slapped the back of one of the chairs and smiled with satisfaction: "There's nothing wrong with that. ”

"Your chairs are sold to nobles." He looked at the old craftsmen and spoke, and after finishing speaking, he pointed to the chair next to him: "These products are sold to civilians. ”

"Think about it, your chair will sell for 20 or even 30 silver coins, no matter how much market demand there is, how many can you sell?" Speaking of this, Chris smiled and pointed to the chairs produced by the apprentices: "Such chairs, I dare to sell them for 1 silver coin, guess who makes more?" ”

A master can make a chair that sells for 300,000 yuan, but when he was making this chair, almost 300,000 chairs worth 30 yuan were also produced in factories all over the world.

What Chris hopes is to earn 9 million, not to wait for the illusory 300,000 - this is the cruelty of modern industrial civilization, a naked contempt for art.

While he was talking, the apprentices who had not stopped behind him had already made two identical chairs.

Now in the carpentry workshop are five chairs of the same size. In the past, it was not easy to see the exact same chair, but today everyone here is an eye-opener.

What's even more terrifying is that as some of the wood has been processed and delivered, the apprentices who have the raw materials have new toys, and five more of these chairs have been produced in one go.

In Chris's view, all this is just the beginning, he still has a beautiful printing and dyeing formula in his hand, as well as the loom that is the big killer of the industrial revolution, and the power plant such as the steam engine......

In short, once he takes the steps of industrial civilization, everything will no longer be a problem. He can use the speed of grabbing money to quickly accumulate the wealth around him into his pocket.

"With this equipment, we can produce a steady stream of chairs and tables. Based on 5 silver coins for a set of seats, we can earn 1 gold coin a day! At dinner, Treed said to Dean with a high spirit.

Dean is also very interested in the machine tools and equipment that Chris has made, and according to Steed's calculations, they can earn about 300 more gold coins a year, which is definitely a huge amount of money.

If you expand the scale of production and double the production, you can get twice the profit of the territory every year, which is enough to pay the increased gold coin tax.

"It's a pity that if we keep selling woodworking products so cheaply, the price will fall quickly...... In the first few months, you can sell for about 5 silver coins, and after a few months, you can only sell for 3 silver coins. Chris poured cold water down when everyone was happy.

He is well aware of the laws of the market, and he is really familiar with this dumping model. Once the product starts to flow into the market in large quantities, the price will inevitably continue to fall.

"Yes, we're still too optimistic, but even if we only have an income of 100 gold, it's not a small amount for us." Dines, in turn, began to comfort Chris, making Chris cry and laugh.

"In fact, I've started to get our craftsmen to build more sophisticated equipment that can be used by a few people to produce tables, chairs, and cabinets – and the cost can be further reduced." After taking a bite of the chicken, Chris said to Deans.

"At that point, we can reduce the cost of producing this identical chair to 20 copper coins or even less." At this point, there was pride in his tone.

The power of industry is reflected in cost, intuitively and effectively. Once the state of mass production is formed, it will only overwhelm all small workshops and occupy the widest market.

Chris didn't even dare to imagine how much the furniture of this era could have been reduced if later generations of MDF were developed - maybe a few copper coins could buy a set of tables, chairs and benches.

"So we're just making a small amount of money selling woodworking products!" Chris smiled and continued to talk about his plan, his words at this moment as fascinating as the alchemy of turning stones into gold: "The real money is the sale of machines!" ”

"We sell this woodworking machine! 15 gold coins per piece! How much do you think we can earn? Chris stretched out a finger and the smile on his face was even better: "In less than half a year, our equipment will be all over the perimeter and all the handicraft workshops will be overwhelmed!" ”

"The gods are above...... I can't believe it's a, a kind of money-making magic. Dean exclaimed.

A rough calculation shows that this is a big business of more than 3,000 gold coins a year, even in the Arrant Empire, such a business can be called a big deal. Those big nobles who can earn thousands of gold coins a year can definitely be regarded as rare in the surrounding area.

Steed was even more excited as he listened to the news, which meant that the production and economy he oversaw would soar into the sky in the coming months.

This is definitely good news, good news that makes him very excited: "That way, Master Chris, we don't have to raise the toll." ”

"Of course I don't raise it! Dear Steward! Not only are we not going to raise tolls, we're going to reduce them! Chris smiled and said his plan.

"Why?" Stered looked at his city lord with some puzzlement, and his mind was still a little unable to turn for a while.

"We export woodworking products on such a large scale, and transportation itself is a big problem. If more businessmen are not encouraged to come to us, how can it be possible to sell so many products? Chris didn't sell it and replied directly.

"It's not just about reducing tolls, we're going to build roads! Send 500 guards out and have them repair the roads so that more wagons can come to Seris! As he said this, Chris looked at Wagron.

"No problem, sir! I'll send troops tomorrow. Wagron was resolute and immediately agreed.

"Gentlemen! We're not the same as we used to be! We will be richer in the future, and now your task is heavier. Chris picked up his glass and saluted his three subordinates with the bad wine inside: "You have to think about how you can use all this money." ”

When they heard this, the three of them laughed, and Stryed probably understood it better than Wagron, as if he had seen the glow of the gold coin, which was in his bosom, supporting the upward arc of his face, so he smiled more brightly.

Waglon also knew the usefulness of money for the army, but he couldn't immediately associate the chairs in front of him with the slashing on the battlefield, and those chair legs, he would always subconsciously think of them as overly thick axe handles, which looked awkward, so he smiled stiffly. Fortunately, he has been given a relatively simple task, which is to build roads.

And Chris looked at the two with a smirk. After taking a sip of wine, he suddenly became serious: "You know what? I'm not interested in furniture at all. Thankfully, I didn't see it in your faces, and I was even more serious about selling chairs. ”

"What do you mean, Lord Castle? …… What do you want to say? Steed and Vaglon were in doubt again.

"Think of it as a prelude to a war, I need you both to prepare to that standard, okay?" Chris looked earnestly at the two people he relied on: "It's like preparing for war, you need to plan, prepare, execute and adjust, okay, this is the beginning, it's important for me, it's important for the future, I need you." ”

"Of course, my lord, I am at your command." The three of them replied in unison.

"As soon as the things we mass-produce start to make a name for themselves around, the surrounding lords will hit us with ideas. In the past, everyone was safe and sound, and that was because everyone was poor...... But if we get rich first, then the situation will be different! Chris continued.

"Therefore, before there is no means of self-preservation, we will accumulate some woodworking machinery little by little, improve our equipment, and reserve some talents!" Chris was going to slow down the speed of exposing his strength for a while, and he felt that he should develop some self-protection methods before making plans.

So according to Chris's plan, the first thing to do was to spread the manufacture of wood machine tools to the whole city, and set up ten new woodworking factories, but all the processing factories insisted on one rule for the first two months, that is, only machine tools were allowed to be built and tested, and no mass production of wood, and many craftsmen and apprentices were attracted by the high salaries of these processing factories to build and try to improve this complex large tool, and enjoy their leisure before waiting for the second order.

Chris and his right-hand men were not idle, waiting was a desperate move for development, and Serris City had to wait for another thing to secure before it began dumping its woodware. Paint? Of course not. It was a piece of artillery that Chris had drawn the same night after the crossing.

Smelting experiments with steel and finding raw materials for black powder were not purely physical cutting of chair legs, and Chris and Sterred worked on the cannon almost non-stop for six months after they raised their glasses. For the sake of efficiency and secrecy, Chris divided the smelting of steel, the casting of parts, the configuration of gunpowder, and the manufacture of shells into four separate parts, and it was not until the fifth month that they were secretly assembled and tested.

Of course, the carpenters did not stay idle for five months, they received orders in the third month, began to manufacture all kinds of wood furniture in batches, although everyone was very busy, but the admiration for the speed and quality of production has never stopped, the biggest contradiction and doubt in their hearts is the price of these furniture, because another abnormal order has been extended to this day, that is, only production and storage, no bargaining and no sale.

"Where's Wagron?!" Chris exclaimed.

"He's about to see you," replied Tree, "he's been building the road for five months, and yesterday it's almost finished." Breed added in a special way.

"It's time for him to take over," Chris breathed a sigh of relief, handing over all the assembly and testing of artillery to the army, in strict secrecy. Estimate how many artillery pieces we can have? ”

"It is estimated that there will be 20 artillery pieces and 200 shells." Sterred replied.

"Do you think it's enough?" Chris asked casually.

"This ...... I don't know, sir. Asked a little innocently, Steed continued: "But our finances are no longer sustainable, and we have run out of money to build roads, factories, artillery, you say." ”

"Well, it's better than being robbed," Chris said, "and you can't spend the money you make, but it's the worst loss." A more direct way to get money than brains, skills, and even luck is to grab it. I can think of this, and so can the damned robbers, so I have to be prepared to let all those who covet our wealth die. ”

"Yes, sir." Steed nodded.

"By the way, you just said that the finances can't hold on...... Can you find a way to hold on for a while? I need to give Chevalon time to train his soldiers in the use of artillery. Chris said with some embarrassment.

"Can I fire the apprentices in the processing plant who ate my rice for a week?" Steed asked retortingly, a little unwillingly.

"Forget it, we can start selling chairs right away, to ensure that they are ready to work at any time, and I will think of a way to do it!" Chris had to change his mind about saving money.

"I can guarantee you, my nephew is going to be an apprentice there." Streeter said.