Chapter Ninety-Two: Armor

Wang Huan jumped over, grabbed Ma Chongming's hand and said hurriedly: "Have you bought the grain?" ”

Ma Chongming said with a dark face: "Of course I bought it back, a total of two thousand stones, and it took a lot of effort to get it." ”

Wang Huan was even happier when he heard this, and said happily: "The horsehead people are really capable, and they can raise so much food in these years of disasters, which is great!" ”

Ma Chongming glared at Wang Huan with displeasure on his face and said roughly: "It's good, but Lord Wang, how much money did you spend to make such a big scene in the past ten days?" The money I used to buy grain was borrowed from someone else's loan shark, so you have to give it to me quickly. ”

Wang Huan smiled slightly, and said angrily: "That's natural, I'll give it to you when I turn around." Don't care about the silver, good steel is used on the blade, and if the silver is not used, it is equivalent to broken copper and iron, and you can't eat and wear it, don't you say? ”

Ma Chongming muttered heartbrokenly: "If you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are, although there is a lot of silver in the Tubao Zhai Silver Vault, according to your usage, I'm afraid it won't last long." ”

Wang Huan laughed when he heard this, shook his head, and shouted to a scribe who was following him: "Zhou Cheng, you come to report the number to the head man, so that the head man can clearly know how much money we have now and how big the scene can be!" ”

Zhou Chengwei, the old scribe, bowed slightly and responded: "Yes." ”

He took out a book from his bosom, turned to a page with dense writing, cleared his throat and read: "Tubaozhai Silver Mine, there are 2,000 miners, divided into two shifts, working day and night, and there are 600 silversmiths in the smelter, 100 guards, and 500 people. Since the opening of the mine on June 25, excluding the time required for the construction of the mine in the previous two days, in the past ten days, 200,000 catties of ore have been produced every day, and 2,000 taels of silver ingots obtained from smelting have been consumed, and as of today, a total of 20,000 taels of silver have been obtained. ”

Wang Huan looked at Ma Chongming with a smile: "Matou man, do you hear it?" ”

Ma Chongming couldn't speak anymore, his face turned white with shock, and he stammered and pointed to the book in Zhou Cheng's hand and asked, "Day, day, two or two thousand taels per day?" ”

Zhou Cheng bowed calmly and said, "Touren, yes." ”

Ma Chongming suddenly shouted: "Impossible, the best silver mine in Daming has a daily output of less than two hundred taels, how can we have such a high output in this poor ravine!" ”

Wang Huan smiled and said, "I heard that as soon as you came back, you ran to the treasury to take a look, don't you still believe your eyes?" ”

Ma Chongming suddenly remembered that he was rolling in the silver vault, and the piles of silver bricks and silver ingots were not made of iron sheets, but real full-colored silver, and there was nothing fake. However, his identity is the leader, and it is not very glorious for such a shameful thing to be known by others.

But he has been sophisticated for a long time, and his face is thicker than Wang Huan, so he didn't even move his brows, but just looked at Wang Huan in surprise: "Counselor Wang, how did you do it?" ”

"Technically speaking, the silver ore is divided into color, the silver mine of the Ming Dynasty, the official mine has good mineral quality, high fineness and high purity, but the corruption is serious, since the short catty two, the output of one thousand taels is reported to one hundred taels, and the output is naturally not high; There is no beneficiation and prospecting means in private mines, and finding a place is a place, such as a blind man riding a blind horse, just trying his luck, of course, there will be no good minerals. Wang Huan calmly went to class: "And the ore is dug out, how to smelt is also a big problem, now whether it is official or private mines, all use fire smelting, low efficiency and high loss, and the output is extremely low, and I use my own wet smelting, one day of hard work is equal to five days of fire smelting, how do you say our output is not high?" ”

Ma Chongming heard it in a fog and didn't understand it at all, but he still knew a little bit, Wang Huan in front of him was a walking God of Wealth!

Wang Huan smiled and asked, "So, how many days does your silver to buy food cost us?" ”

Ma Chongming was stunned for a moment, his mind turned, and he immediately waved his hand and shouted arrogantly: "Don't mention that bit of silver, Lord Wang, you can give it whenever you want, I still can't believe you?" Write it down first. ”

Wang Huan was suffocated, and if there was no tail at the end of the sentence, he really thought that this Ma Chongming would suddenly become stupid when he heard that there was such a large output of silver. It turned out that he was not stupid.

He took Ma Chongming's hand affectionately and said enthusiastically: "Since the Matou people trust it so much, it couldn't be better, come, let's take a walk and talk." ”

The two of them walked slowly along the road in the city, which was full of construction sites, and the road in the city had only been leveled, and it was still dirt and not yet paved with stone slabs, but there was no problem walking.

Ma Chongming's mind was full of calculations, counting the output of silver for two thousand taels a day, how much in a month, how much in a year, his share, how much he could share, and how much he could get, and he didn't feel that his face was smiling, and he was happy like a fool, and he was happy, but he heard Wang Huan, who was walking one step ahead, asking him.

"Matou people, I heard that in the past, my stepmother sent troops to fight, and the sergeants in the army were all from various tribes, and their armor was prepared, and the consolation envoy was only responsible for training and weapons, isn't that so?"

Ma Chongming hurriedly broke free from the smirk, the God of Wealth asked, but he couldn't be distracted, and hurriedly responded: "Yes, that's right, talking about this, but it's a long talk." The imperial court conscription, has always only given the Qin general army standard battalion weapons and armor, Qin general soldiers' standard battalion only 2,000 places, the extra, we can only bring our own, Qin general soldiers managed to win some silver, solved the weapon, but this armor and clothes, we have to prepare our own. ”

"So my stone pillar white pole soldiers went out to fight, the weapons were unified, and the clothes on their bodies were varied, the general soldiers of Qin were wearing iron armor, and our tribal soldiers were mostly wearing leather armor, bamboo armor and rattan armor."

"Bamboo armor? Rattan armor? Wang Huan stopped, turned around and asked, his eyes shining, as if he had heard something of interest.

Ma Chongming was excited for no reason, this young Wang turned stones into gold, as long as he was interested in something, maybe he could find a business opportunity to make a lot of money, so he hurriedly replied: "Exactly, bamboo armor and rattan armor are unique to my Tujia and Miao family, adults know that Shu is more prolific bamboo, rattan, less iron, and less animal skin, so the armor is scarce, the ancestors are wise, cut into pieces with bamboo, imitate the appearance of iron armor, and sew them into bamboo armor with threads, bamboo is tough, arrows can not be worn, and it can play a certain protective effect." ”

"This method can prevent long-range arrows, but not close-range arrows and knives and spears, and the effect is better than nothing." Wang Huan nodded and said thoughtfully: "What about the rattan armor?" ”

Ma Chongming got proud, raised his chin and said: "The vine armor was handed down by Meng during the Three Kingdoms, and my lord has heard the commentary of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, right?" Hi, yes, the rattan armor is the rattan armor of Zhuge Liang's burning rattan armor soldiers, which is collected from the long vine in the mountains, woven into a nail block, soaked in tung oil for a month or two, exposed to the sun, soaked and dried again, and then dried, so repeated four or five times, the rattan becomes extremely hard, comparable to copper and iron, but it is extremely light, and there is no obstacle to moving after wearing, it can prevent knives, guns and arrows, and is not afraid of far and near, but this rattan armor has a shortcoming, that is, it is afraid of fire, as long as it is stained with a little spark, a little bit, so it is rarely used now. ”

Ma Chongming said what he knew in one breath, then looked at Wang Huan with blank eyes, and asked tentatively with hope: "Lord Wang, but do you want to make this bamboo armor and rattan armor for sale?" There are not many buyers of this kind of thing, bamboo armor is fragile, there is little difference between wearing it and not wearing it, rattan armor is afraid of fire, and the story of burning rattan armor soldiers is a household name, who will buy it? ”

Wang Huan looked up at the sky, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he wanted to see a hole in the sky for a while, so that Ma Chongming also looked up, but he didn't see anything.

He withdrew his gaze from the sky, but saw Wang Huan looking at him with a smile and asked, "How many rattan armors are there in your tribe's treasury?" ”