The first day of October in the fifth year of Jiaqing is a memorable day.

Not because of its first snow, but because the first furnace of cement is about to be unveiled today.

The three sisters and brothers of the Fang family were full of expectations, and in the days of waiting for the cement to be baked, Kong Fang carefully popularized the knowledge of cement to them.

Anything beautiful and new is something to look forward to.

Kong Fang was half excited, half worried.

In his previous life, he did experiment with the production of cement, but this was the first time that it had been mass-produced on such a scale. Although he has been in his hands on the data from the beginning of the mixing of raw materials, he is still not sure that the first furnace of cement will be successful.

"Uncle, the temperature of the blast furnace has dropped, can you open the furnace?"

Fang Bo returned to the office from the workshop, with snowflakes on his head and hot air, and suddenly Kong Fang saw Fang Bo in smoke.

Kong Fang drank the tea in the cup in one go, waved his big hand, and go!

The Fang brothers and sisters followed him behind him.

Kong Fang straightened his waist, even for this scene, he had to produce cement.

"Sir!"

The craftsmen are respectful. It was the first time they had heard of it, and it was the first time they had made cement themselves, and they didn't know what it was, but seeing that the master attached so much importance to it, it must be a good thing.

They were more curious than nervous, but they were just as full of anticipation.

"Open the furnace—" Kong Fang roared. When a craftsman opens the lid of the blast furnace, a wave of heat hits his face, and people instinctively retreat and wave their hands to drive away the heat. The place where the eyes fell was all gray-white and grass-gray things.

Everyone looked at each other, this is the legendary cement?

Is it the cement that they work hard to make day and night?

The mountain bandits were escorted by the county soldiers to watch on the periphery, and when they saw something like ashes of grass and trees in the hearth, they quietly covered their mouths and smiled, and the grievances of many days seemed to have been vented.

Only Kong Fang shouted, it's done!

It's done?

Fang Shibo wanted to touch his brother-in-law's head to see if he had a fever again. There was a mountain bandit who couldn't help laughing, and was whipped twice by Guan Yu and kicked a few more times.

"Old Wu, go get water." Kong Fang instructed, Lao Wu didn't dare to be slow, and hurriedly went to fetch a bucket of water. Kong Fang looked at it, poured out some of the water, and then asked Lao Wu to shovel up the cement with a shovel and pour it into the bucket.

He stirred it himself, and after stirring it well, he waited, waiting for the cement to harden.

As the minutes ticked by, the snow became heavier and heavier, but no one except the bandits felt cold, and their eyes were fixed on the cement in the barrel.

"It looks like it's changing color." Someone whispered.

Kong Fang pressed it with his fingers, and although the cement had not yet hardened completely, it had indeed hardened.

"Shibo, you press it with your hand."

He's got some stinking fart.

Fang Shibo pressed down with his hand, his face showing surprise, "Hey, it's really hardened." Brother-in-law, will it continue to be hard? Will it become harder than a stone? ”

"Of course."

Kong Fang was even more stinky, if it weren't for the fact that he was still the master and the magistrate, he would have jumped up and screamed three times: It's successful.

Fang Shiqing and Fang Shiyi also tried, and then Fang Bo, they were all shocked. After the cement was completely hardened, Lao Wu took the giant hammer to smash the stone, and smashed the wooden barrel a few times, and the cement block stood still.

Kong Fang asked people to find two green bricks, re-mixed the cement, glued the two bricks together with cement, and after the cement dried, they could not be completely separated until the green bricks were smashed.

There was a sigh of wonder at the scene. The mountain bandits bowed their heads gloomily, and the success of the cement trial production meant that they had to continue moving stones.

Kong Fang announced on the spot that he would reward each craftsman with fifty catties of rice and one tael of silver; One of the mountain bandits will be rewarded with a white steamed bun for three consecutive days.

The mountain bandit looked up in amazement, hey, why does Lao Tzu also have a prize?

Surprised? Not surprised?

Kong Fang saw the shocked look of them being told by the dog, and he really understood the power of the stick and the carrot.

So he simply drew another big pie for the bandits.

They don't spend their lives working in the dark. In fact, they are now carrying out labor reform, and their minds are being reformed through labor. Whoever has been reformed and become excellent, not only will they be able to untie the shackles under their feet, but they will also have the opportunity to receive the same treatment as craftsmen, eat white rice every day, and receive a monthly salary.

The mountain bandits raised their heads one after another, looking at Kong Fang in disbelief.

Then someone cried, and the cry changed from a small voice to a loud voice, and then a howling cry.

His cry seemed to be contagious, and for a moment the cry outside the workshop shook the sky.

After the cement was at room temperature, Kong Fang arranged for the bandits to pack it in a bag prepared in advance, one hundred catties per bag. No one in the mountain bandits slackened their work, and they didn't need to be driven away by the county soldiers, so they took the initiative to work in groups of two and worked together, and they were very busy.

"Brother-in-law, is it necessary to be so good to the mountain bandits?" Fang Shibo raised his confusion.

The same is true for Fang Shiqing.

They are just a group of mountain bandits who have done all kinds of evil, and they are innocent of death, and it is a great favor to keep them alive, what qualifications do they have to eat white rice and receive wages?

Kong Fang raised his chin slightly.

"Isn't the effect out! Do you think their enthusiasm for work has increased unprecedentedly? ”

Give them a little benefit, mobilize their enthusiasm for labor, and earn the boss.

"Then you can't promise them freedom." Fang Shibo was unwilling.

Kong Fang reassured him that even if these bandits were freed by their own transformation, they might not leave the workshop. Because they used to be bandits for many years, and now they are being transformed in the workshop, in fact, they have lost touch with society.

What will they be able to do when they get out of here?

Do you continue to be a bandit?

They have lost the brutal wildness of the mountain bandits, and it is impossible to burn and loot unscrupulously.

If they want to return to society and be good citizens, what do they do for a living?

Farming?

It is impossible to farm the land, and it is impossible to farm in this life. It's not that they don't want to farm, it's that they've long lost the skill of farming.

At the same time, no landlord dared to lease his land to former mountain bandits for cultivation.

So if they want to survive, they can only stay in the workshop and work.

The most important thing is that Kong Fang has their deed of sale in his hand. Freedom, sooner or later, they will have drops, but the freedom beyond his control is not absent, but very scarce.

Not even as high as buying a lottery ticket in a previous life.

To put it bluntly, it is the big cake that Kong Fang painted for the mountain bandits.

A few days ago, he swung a knife and slashed the heads of several mountain bandits, which was a big stick blow to make them recognize the facts; Now improving their living conditions and painting them flatbread is the temptation of carrots to make them come to their hearts.

With the blessing of sticks and carrots, will these fools be dissatisfied?

"Brother-in-law, you are so cunning!" After Fang Shibo heard it, he couldn't help but "admire" from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the head.

"How?"

Fang Shiqing reprimanded. Fang Shibo was stunned for a long time before he realized one fact:

The brother-in-law turned over, and he was not fragrant.