Tossing and turning, Old Man Zhao didn't fall asleep all night.

He left Bashan early and went back to Gushantun.

The men who supported the mountain were all gathered in the ancestral hall by him, and the big guys were looking forward to him to hurry up and talk about the things on the other side of Bashan.

Old man Zhao couldn't be happy.

Those who listened to him were not happy.

"How can Xiaoman do this."

"He wouldn't still hold a grudge against the past, would he?"

"They used to be bandits, so what's wrong with what we did?"

"Besides, I didn't do anything."

"We only make alkaline noodles, and if we don't make saltpeter, won't it be over?"

"Guo San, you have lived for nothing at such an old age, that Xiaoman said that the secret recipe will cost us our lives if it is revealed, which means that this secret recipe is important and cannot be handed over to others casually. If we don't do it, we don't want to do anything else. ”

"They're bandits, and it's not a joke to say that it's good to kill us."

"Then what's the matter, do you want to do it?"

"Those who followed him became rich. Isn't it just a secret recipe? What are we afraid of? Can you still say that? Anyway, I won't say it. ”

"When Zhenzhen beat you to death, you said that thing is so strange that someone must be worried about it."

"I don't care what you think, anyway, I don't want my ancestors to face the loess with their backs to the sky for generations, and they will have the money in a year."

"If you want to eat fragrant and drink spicy, don't pay a price, the big guy said, right?"

Speaking of which, Lao Zhao Tou also understood what they meant.

He reminded everyone, "If you want to do it, seal your mouth for me, if you can't die, just wait for those bandits to kill your whole family." ”

The crowd "......"

"Those who want to do it stand on the left, and those who don't want to do it stand on the right, and ask me to see how many there are."

One, two, three......

You don't need to count, you can know at a glance that there are hundreds of people in the backers, and there are only five or six families who don't want to do it.

Everyone was thrilled by the wealthy people in Dawangzhai.

Old Zhao's heart was very heavy: "Let's be tied up with them." ”

The result was obvious, he went to the back mountain with his hands behind his back, and then was surprised to find that the sun didn't dry his buttocks, and Zhao Xiaoman appeared next to the well to wash.

He deliberately looked to the east, "The sun is coming out of the west today, right?" ”

Zhao Xiaoman knew what he was stabbing, and spit out the coarse salt in his mouth, "I'm going to go up the mountain to hunt, so you have something to say quickly." ”

"You can't go," Old Man Zhao took something out of his arms, "Take a look." ”

The two thin pieces of paper that Old Man Zhao took out were full of people's names, and there was a bloody fingerprint corresponding to the name.

She pouted on the soft willow branches used to brush her teeth, and flipped through the list casually, "All signed?" ”

Old man Zhao: "It's all signed." ”

The whole village is dry, just a few families want to stand on the dry shore, they want to be beautiful, they have to go on the thief ship, more than 100 families on the mountain, all here.

"I can't make a fortune, I can settle accounts with you."

"Heh," Zhao Xiaoman smiled.

She was returned the list to Old Man Zhao, "The small workshop on Bashan is used for storage, you don't need to go over, you go to find a place with few people and no obstacles to passage now." When the place is settled, I went to my uncle and asked him how to build a saltpeter workshop. ”

Old man Zhao looked at her, "The pump went up the mountain to hunt, and the hunting on the mountain is almost the same as yours." Come with me to see the place, the last thing we need here is the kind of ravine you mentioned. ”

He really couldn't get used to Zhao Xiaoman's appearance of shaking his hands as a shopkeeper.

"Can you go by yourself?"

"Hurry up, hundreds of lives are in your hands, and you don't even look at the venue, like something."

Bother!

Zhao Xiaoman went with a reluctant face.

It's easy to find a hidden place in the mountains, and the location is in the large desolate woods outside the mountain.

The requirements for seeing the workshop are not complicated, it is nothing more than that it is large enough, kept dry, no open flames, close to the water source, and then there are some things that need to be pure in the raw material of saltpeter.

Workshops are being built here, and so are Bashan Mountains.

Zhao Xiaoman went to the side of the mountain once, and saw that they had set the location of the logging very close, and supported it to the other mountain.

Yan Jingzheng gave them an idea, asking them not to swarm and do whom, but one or several people to contract this matter, so that the logging places can be concentrated, and the wood can be cleared after the timber is felled.

After the land was cleared, the land was theirs, and they did not have to pay taxes for the first three years.

The things on Bashan were arranged clearly, and Zhao Xiaoman knew that Su Qinghe was also there.

Within a few days, there was a wood workshop, and a workshop for processing packaging paper from waste materials.

The preparations are ready, just wait for Zhao Xiaoman's order to start production.

Zhao Xiaoman: "What's the hurry?" ”

The propaganda work has not yet been done.

It's easy to do, and if you don't take out a match in front of someone else, it's all right.

And the match is not expensive, a pack of 30 sticks, only 5 yuan.

As soon as this thing came out, someone made a calculation.

A fire fold can be used for a year or two. If a flint stone can't last a lifetime, 30 matches can be used for a month, but what is the matter with matches appearing on the stove of every household?

The two words are convenient, easy to use, and rare.

The merchants who came and went to Suizhou's capital filled their boats and carts to the brim, carrying either alkaline noodles or matches

Along with matches, another rarity, popsicles.

In this hot summer, where did the popsicles come from?

People who ask this question are rare and strange, and often don't go out.

The people who were carrying their burdens and shouting and drinking popsicles were all over the streets.

The white, sweet-smelling one, two pennies a piece.

The ice was frozen with fruit, and it was three dollars a piece.

What mung bean flavor, red bean flavor, sesame flavor, 5 yuan two.

It's a hot summer, and the heat is killing people, and the kids are crazy about this thing.

At first, there were only three or five on the street, then there were about 10, and then not only Fucheng, but all the surrounding counties, there must be several on every street.

At one time, it developed to the point that there was no need for vendors to shout, and only needed to see a basket with a big white quilt on it, and you knew that it was selling popsicles.

The match-making workshop on Bashan was jealous of the ice-making workshop. Because from midnight, the vendors who come to wholesale popsicles are lined up outside, and this kind of long queue often appears 2~3 times a day, and whoever dares to cut the queue here will definitely fight.

But what is the jealousy of the matchmaker workshop? Most of their goods have been bought out of Suizhou, and they can't do it, so there is no such crowded scene.

Yan Jingzheng, who participated in it from beginning to end, sighed tirelessly every time, "In this world, it would be good to have a Zhao Xiaoman in every place." ”

So, isn't there a him everywhere too?

“……”

Su Qinghe was taken aback by his own thoughts.

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