Whether it is a homeless person, a miner, or a poor villager, Qinchuan has only one policy, that is, to feed one meal first, and then keep the obedient and kill the disobedient.

Broth is a good thing, especially appealing to miners who work hard every day but don't have enough to eat for years.

After drinking a bowl of fragrant hot water and eating a few pieces of softly boiled water chops, the eyes of those miners who looked at Qin Chuan also changed.

This bandit leader is much better and more ruthless than Master Meng, and more than 20 people have killed hundreds of them, and they don't even blink when they kill people.

Especially the appearance of killing Meng Zhongsi just now, it was neat, simple but extremely ruthless.

The miners' minds were simple: whoever gave them food would work.

If they can still be given money and a way out, there will be many of them who are willing to give their lives.

The miners worked hard for many years in extremely dangerous conditions, which not only forged their strong physique, but also made them more able to endure hardships and hard-working than others, and better adapt to the harsh environment.

At the same time, it also allows them to develop teamwork and discipline that far surpasses others.

Qi Jiguang's Qi family army is composed of miners, and the individual combat ability may not be very strong, but with close cooperation, proper tactics and strict discipline of orders and prohibitions, it can be invincible and go down in history.

In the Black Mountain Mine, there are many miners who have moved their minds to mix with Qin Chuan, because the temptation of money in two or two months is too great.

As long as you work for a few years, save a sum of money, buy a few acres of fertile land, build a house, and ask for a daughter-in-law, you will be able to live a stable life from now on.

Anyway, mining is also in danger of being buried alive and stoned to death at any time, so it is better to take your life to fight for wealth.

So, after drinking the broth, many miners came to Qin Chuan and said that they were willing to mix with him.

Song Zhiting roughly counted that there were one hundred and eighty in total, and when these people lived a good life in Mengjiazhuang, there would definitely be more miners willing to join.

In addition to the one hundred and eighty miners, there were six small stewards in the mine, three bookkeepers, seven donkey coachmen, more than 130 furnace men, and 370 miners, of whom 80 were in the coal mine and 290 were in the iron mine.

The mine is built at the foot of the coal mine, there are two Dajian furnaces, one white furnace, the former is to smelt iron ore into pig iron, the latter is used to fry iron, and there are eight wooden houses, hundreds of living nests, and many sheds and livestock sheds for stacking pig iron.

Because of the need to transport iron ore from the iron ore to this place, there are many donkeys, horses and carts in the livestock shed, as well as many chicken carts, which can be used by a single person to transport hundreds of catties of ore.

Qin Chuan can be said to know nothing about smelting, so naturally he didn't bother to point fingers, so he directly promoted a small steward with the highest prestige in the mine to a big steward, doubled his monthly money, and handed over the whole process to him.

The other little stewards and bookkeepers should also add 30 percent of the monthly money, and the miners should add money according to the amount of ore and iron produced as he said before.

He didn't move the donkeys, horses and carts, and this mine was his main source of economic income in the future.

Of course, he will recruit displaced people to come over as miners to increase the output of the mine, and he will also find a way to recruit a large number of artisans, especially blacksmiths, and try to turn the output of the mine directly into various weapons and agricultural tools.

In the past, Meng Guiming sold all the pig iron and wrought iron produced to the Fan family, and then the Fan family sold it to Jiannu or Mongolian Tatars, of course Qin Chuan would not learn from them to be traitors, and after arming himself first, he would turn the iron ore into agricultural tools, and then sell them to the farmers, so that they could have more fields and less people starving to death.

In addition, he is not involved in the management of the mine, technological reform, etc., because he does not know anything about it.

He has always been very incomprehensible to why those male protagonists who are dicks in modern society can become chemists, metallurgical experts, military experts, agricultural experts, inventors, entrepreneurs, politicians, philosophers, poets, etc.

If he hadn't been wearing the body of a bandit leader with strong force, he would have doubted whether he would have survived three days in this era.

After arranging the personnel and explaining some matters, Qin Chuan was about to take the one hundred and eighty miners back to Mengjiazhuang when he suddenly heard a roar from the ground.

This is the sound of the horse's hooves of cavalry, and the number of people who listen to the sound is not very large, only a few hundred horsemen.

Qin Chuan ordered people to guard everywhere, and he took Luo Da Niu and Luo Ba to the arrow tower and looked into the distance.

It shouldn't be the officers and soldiers who came, and the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty didn't have time to bird him, but only rogue or Bashan tiger.

Sure enough, when the cavalry appeared on the opposite mountain beam, Qin Chuan smiled.

Bashan Tiger's huge bald head glittered in the sunlight, like gold.

That guy should have come to intercept himself after learning that he was coming to attack the Black Mountain mines.

It's a pity that his wishful thinking was slow.

Qin Chuan didn't stare at Bashan Hu, but stared at the two hundred war horses.

It is a unique mountain horse of Lou Fu, a relic breed of the Tang Dynasty, it is said that it is carefully selected from the tribute horses of the Guligan country, and the horse breed of the officialdom horse is crossbred and improved, the body is slightly larger than the Mongolian horse, the skeleton is thick, handsome and mighty, the character is alert, the pace is flexible, especially good at running mountain roads, the endurance is only slightly inferior to the Mongolian horse, but the speed is far better than the Mongolian horse, it is the most ideal mount for the cavalry charge.

These Lou Fu horses should have come out of the Yunding Mountain Racecourse controlled by Bashan Tiger.

Qin Chuan was very greedy for these two hundred war horses, which seemed to be much stronger than the Mongolian horses he had stolen from Han Mao.

He definitely wanted the Genting Mountain Racecourse, but now, how can he snatch those 200 Lou Nu horses?

Not to mention 200 horses, it's better to grab 20 horses.

When he saw Bashan Hu's subordinates pulling the war horse down the mountain beam to find dry grass to eat, Qin Chuan smiled again.

"Big Ox, one hundred and fifty people from the miners and furnace diners, the first batch of fifty people will be brought out first, and those donkeys and horses pulling carts in the mine will be killed, and some pots and pans will be brought to knock and beat, and the movement will be bigger, and after seeing the other party sitting on the mount, he will immediately withdraw it, and when the other party gets off the horse and goes to graze, then bring another fifty people out to kill."

"Okay."

Although Luo Da Niu didn't understand what medicine was sold in the big boss's gourd, he still went to order people as instructed.

Qin Chuan shouted at Shanliang: "Bashan Tiger, if you want to take Lao Tzu's head, even if you let the horse come, whoever runs first today will be the grandson." ”

On the mountain beam, Ba Shanhu didn't reply, only snorted with a grim face.

He didn't bother to fight with Qin Chuan.

Not long after, the gate of the opposite mine suddenly opened, and a group of miners on thin horses and even donkeys rushed out from inside, knocking on pots and pans and rushing towards the mountain beams in a mess.

The person sent by Bashan Hu for questioning happened to be fifty steps in front of the mine, and when he saw the other party rushing out, he hurriedly pulled the reins of his horse and turned around and ran.

"Humph! Just these dozens of crooked melons and cracked dates come out, and dare to kill them? ”

Bashanhu snorted coldly, and then shouted: "Little ones, go and slaughter that group of dirt buns, and don't leave any of them!" ”

"None of them will be left!"

His men were so excited that they pulled back the horses that had just been pulled down the mountain beams, and they all got on their horses and lined up in formation.

As soon as the two hundred horsemen rushed down the mountain beam, the chaotic miners on the opposite side suddenly turned their heads and ran towards the mine in a swarm.

"Hehe, it's really some dirt buns." Bashan Tiger shook his head and sneered.

His people chased for dozens of steps, and when they saw that they could no longer catch up, and saw that the people on the arrow tower were bending their bows and arrows, they grabbed the reins of the horses one after another, and after sneering and laughing, they returned to Mashanliang.

Just as they were about to pull the horses to graze, a group of people rushed out of the mine, the same dozens, also riding thin horses and donkeys, knocking on pots and pans.

"Those dirt buns still dare to come?"

Bashanhu was a little annoyed, waved his big hand, and ordered his subordinates to continue to rush and kill.

But, as on the previous occasion, as soon as the miners saw them rushing down the hill, they fled back in a frenzy.

Bashan Tiger realized that something was wrong.

It was still the same as last time, as soon as his men got off the horse, another group of miners rushed out of the mine, knocking on pots and pans and rushing over like before.

"Grass for his ancestors, Qin Chuan doesn't want to give our horses grass, wants to consume our horsepower."

Bashan Tiger finally understood the other party's intentions.

What is hateful is that he clearly saw through the other party's tricks, but he had to follow the other party's path and let his people get on their horses and prepare for battle.

After all, if you don't get on the horse, maybe that bun will really kill you.

As soon as his men got on their horses, the buns fled completely.

This time, Bashanhu did not let his men dismount, let alone let the horses graze, but ordered a retreat.

Evacuate to a safe place first, let the horses make up some hay to restore their horsepower, and then return to Huangcong Mountain.

However, as soon as they withdrew, the gate of the mine opened again, and twenty-two horsemen rushed out of it, all of them were short but endurance Mongolian horses, led by Qin Chuan, who made Bashan Tiger hate so much.

"Didn't we say yes? Whoever runs first is a grandson, is Master Tiger planning to be a grandson? ”

After Qin Chuan came out, he didn't rush over immediately, but followed them unhurriedly, and said something with a smile.