The next morning, Zhu Daolin went to a nearby shopping mall, bought two large bags of gifts for a group of children of Lao Duan's family, and took a taxi back to the small warehouse in the western suburbs.

It didn't take long for Duan Deming to arrive by car, and Zhu Daolin packed his gifts, locked the warehouse door and walked back.

It was past noon when the two returned home, Duan Deming persuaded Zhu Daolin to drink, while pulling around, his mouth became more and more nagging, and he took Zhu Daolin to visit the old production workshop set up in the cave in the west when he was full of wine and food.

It was only then that Zhu Daolin saw with his own eyes how more than 120 retired workers skillfully processed one after another gun parts with ordinary lathes, and how they used bulky and obsolete special boring machines and broaching machines to process 12 barrels at the same time in 20 minutes.

Back at Duan Deming's house, Zhu Daolin was finally in the mood to drink.

Halfway through the dinner, Duan Deming, who had a ghost in his heart, was drunk by Zhu Daolin, who played at a super level, and he couldn't stand up after sliding off the chair for the second time.

The banquet ended here, Zhu Daolin and the drunken second brother carried Duan Deming to the bedroom on the second floor, he still chattered and said, sleep first, and wait to see how Comrade Xiao Zhu transported the container.

Zhu Daolin did not wait until midnight this time, and after the last dilapidated truck and small crane left, he "transported" the 10 containers, and then lay on the soft grass on the side of the road to watch the stars.

The white dew season has passed, and there are two more days to go on the first day of the eighth lunar month, and the nights in the plateau and mountainous areas are gradually getting colder.

Zhu Daolin was lying on the grass in single clothes, not feeling the slightest chill, all he thought about was how many victims had gathered in Baoshanwei at the mouth of the Yangtze River? Did the Tamsui fleet return to Baoshan Port to pick up 5,000 migrants? Did the Portuguese trading fleet, which was supposed to arrive at Shangyuan two weeks ago, bring the two large cargo ships it urgently needed? The goods in the special warehouse in the depths of Shangyuan Wharf. Is it sold out? Will there be more and more victims gathered at Jinchuanmen? Can the huge amount of grain he brought back this time have an impact on the unscrupulous grain merchants and the Jiangnan family?

Just after midnight, a sudden heavy rain fell from the sky, and a ray of purple light flashed away on the shooting range on the north side of the Shangyuan Military Port Artillery, and Zhu Daolin in the heavy rain was busy wiping away the rain on his face and looking up at the sky. Secretly complaining, I could only sneak around the edge of the shooting range and take shelter from the rain under the abrupt rocks at the foot of the mountain, the wet casual sports short sleeves crumpled against my body, the rain slid down the long hair on the top of my head to the ends of my hair, and the brown casual sneakers under my feet were stained with mud and grass stalks.

Fortunately, the heavy rain came and went quickly, and after one o'clock in the morning, the sky once again appeared with looming starlight, and the autumn wind blew in gusts. The rustle of grass and trees was all over my ears.

Zhu Daolin looked at the pools of stagnant water on the empty shooting range, and had to dispel the idea of unloading here, slightly tidied up his soaked clothes, tightened his trouser legs on both sides, and quietly drilled along the side of the mountain into the back of the empty barracks, risking the danger of being discovered by the night sentry on the fort, rushed forward a few steps and struggled to climb the high wall, and quickly fell into the courtyard of the warehouse in the blink of an eye. Go to the brick pillar on the side of the door of the C-bar and take out a bunch of keys.

After carefully covering the stone slab, Zhu Daolin walked straight to the B-shaped warehouse located in the center of the warehouse. Opened the door lock and gently pushed open the heavy iron-clad solid wood door, went in sideways to take a closer look, and found that the spacious warehouse was empty and empty, and finally breathed a sigh of relief:

The Portuguese trading fleet came and swept away all his stocks, from which it is inferred. The size of the trade fleet this time is not small, and the two 700-ton three-masted Galen cargo ships sold to me according to the contract should also arrive!

Zhu Daolin, who was relieved, couldn't care if anyone suspected that the gods had descended to earth, and transferred 700 tons of flour and 1,500 tons of aged corn out, and the empty warehouse instantly turned into a full granary, and there was nowhere to stack it except for the two aisles that were deliberately left.

Zhu Daolin had no choice but to go out and close the door. After taking a few steps towards the A-shaped warehouse where the tools and materials were stored, he suddenly stopped, turned his head back to the C-shaped warehouse where the munitions were stored, and moved the 10 heavy containers to the innermost position against the wall and stacked them neatly.

7,000 flintlock pistols, 2,100 single-shot rifles, 15,000 stabs, 12,000 accessory kits, 5,000 square meters of chain mail, 7 old machine tools that can be used for at least 20 years after repair, and many knives in 10 containers are the most important materials for Zhu Daolin.

It only had to wait until winter when two types of steam engines arrived, two cavalry battalions and a pro-soldier battalion that needed to be reorganized, and most of the weapons and equipment in this warehouse, together with the machinery and equipment brought back from the past, had to be distributed.

Zhu Daolin locked the door of the C-shaped warehouse, put the key back in place, left the yard through the narrow iron-clad door at the back of the warehouse, and went around the rugged path full of water under the hill to the edge of the wide wharf.

The 1,300 officers and men of the Naval Division of Shangyuan Qianhu have been incorporated into the Tamsui Fleet to carry out the task of transporting migrants abroad, 1,000 of the 6,000 recruits of the Naval Division have been transferred to join the Tamsui Battalion and stationed in Tamsui Port, and the remaining 5,000 recruits have already gone to the southern battalion in the city to carry out training for half a year in accordance with Zhu Dao's request before leaving, and only 200 old artillery and 7-member instructor groups are left behind in the Naval Division, and most of the remaining 10 80-150 ton sail oars patrol clippers have been transferred to the Longtan Battalion to assist in defense. There were only two patrol clippers tied to the dock and swaying with the waves, not even a single sentry, but a small patrol guard had just passed by the civilian dock to the south.

At this time, Zhu Daolin had no objection to the laziness of the Shangyuan sailors, and when the patrol team in the distance was gone, he immediately transferred the remaining 2,400 tons of aged corn and stacked them neatly on the wet dock in front of him, less than 50 meters away from the two patrol boats moored to the north of the pier.

After doing the last thing, Zhu Daolin turned around and approached the dark courtyard wall without hesitation, and returned to his home along the hidden mountain road, speculating as he walked, what would a thousand dock workers think when they saw so much corn tomorrow morning? How much time does it take for boatmen and merchants who carry all kinds of goods to come and go to spread the news that a large amount of grain has arrived at Shangyuan Port? How much food was hoarded outside the entire Jinling City? What would happen if corn were sold to all the people at a price of 1 tael and 5 denarii per bag?

Walking all the way to the door of his compound, Zhu Daolin was still pondering, Uncle Gu, who couldn't sleep well at night, had already come to the back of the door, and opened the door without waiting for Zhu Daolin to knock on the door: "The old man feels that the footsteps are familiar, and sure enough, the owner is back!" ”

Zhu Daolin nodded slightly: "Trouble you are old, go into the house to rest, I can go in by myself." ”

Uncle Gu agreed, closed the door and stared at Zhu Daolin unhurriedly ascending the steps into the gate of the middle courtyard, and couldn't help but sigh faintly: "When I meet such a benevolent and righteous owner, I will not live in vain in this life!" ”

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