Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 91 Coal Plant

Baiyu River, also known as Yulong River in Kashgar later, Zhang Zhao led Fanshun, Qiongre Duojin and more than 50 people on horseback, all the way up the river, and beside him was a team sent by the Governor of Donghe Prefecture [-] people guards.

Zhang Zhao originally saw the large amount of coal used in Khotan, and thought that the coal mine was not far from Donghe Prefecture.

In the end, after asking Cui Inspector of Donghe Prefecture, he found out that the coal mine was more than [-] miles away from Donghe Prefecture, and it would take half a day to stop and go on horseback.

Walking, walking, there are more boats of various sizes in the Baiyu River, many of them are simply wooden rafts, they float on the Yulong River, which is not slow, and follow the river to Donghezhou.

It's winter now, under the biting cold wind, the crew members in thin clothes are shivering on the Yulong River.

Zhang Zhao had no doubts that if these dilapidated boats and rafts capsized, the crew members would be frozen to death as soon as they entered the water, and they would not have the strength to get up.

"Master Lieutenant, the coal plant has arrived!" The person who spoke was a chunky Scythian from Khotan, a small country lord captured somewhere by the guards assigned to him by the governor of Donghe Prefecture to lead the way.

Zhang Zhao nodded, and rode his horse forward. This is a coal plant located in the mid-mountain depression. The scale is not small. Black mud everywhere.

All the people Zhang Zhao saw along the way were all in black, and some small traders drove past him carrying charcoal on poor horses.

There are also some women and children, big and small, who cut off the branches and made something like a sled, pulling a pile of coal to drive down the mountain.

"The lame horse! The lame horse! The lieutenant master of Wangcheng is here, have your people assembled yet?"

As soon as he entered the mine, the little lord who was found rode forward on his donkey.

The guards shivering from the cold at the door saw Zhang Zhao and the others in bright robes, and knelt on the ground with a whimper, and those who were leading horses and dragging the 'sleigh' around them also knelt on the belt as if they had just woken up from a dream. The wet ground covered with ice flowers.

Zhang Zhao didn't ask these people to get up, this is the rule of this era, he could only rein in his horse and take a few quick steps, so as to save them from kneeling on the cold ground for a while.

As the name suggests, the lame horse man has a long horse face and a slightly lame leg, but he does not look like a Scythian, but looks like a Han.

He limped and knelt down in front of Zhang Zhao's horse, and Zhang Zhao threw out a leather bag from his arms, which contained corn wine, a good cold repellent.

"Thank you, wipe your nose, and then quickly find me, sir, I don't have much time!"

The lame horse raised his head in surprise. He held the leather bag, his mouth trembled twice, but he didn't speak. The short and fat little lord hurried over to please him.

"Master Lieutenant, the lame horse is not Tang'er, he is a Tibetan barbarian on the mountain!"

It turned out that the Chinese spoken by Zhang Zhao just now, no wonder the lame horse couldn't understand it.

Tubo people!Zhang Zhao nodded. After all, Tubo has ruled Khotan for nearly 80 years, and it is normal to leave some descendants of Tubo people. Tibetans, except for Gaoyuanhong, look similar to Han people.

"Dear sir! Please give the lame horse a moment, the miners will gather immediately!"

The lame horse kowtowed to Zhang Zhao, and after getting Zhang Zhao's permission, it limped back with the leather bag.

Under his loud yelling, some foreman-like people with swords on their waists began to disperse in all directions.

After a while, the entire half-mountain col was like a hornet's nest that had been stabbed. The miners, who were wearing thin clothes and could not tell the race, were driven out from their nests, and they were crowded together , Kneeling all over the ground shivering in the cold wind.

Zhang Zhao jumped off the horse, bared his teeth and looked at the miners in front of him, most of them were skinny and pitiful, with panicked expressions.

As soon as Zhang Zhao walked over, they were like frightened little dogs, huddled even tighter in panic, as if Zhang Zhao was some kind of man-eating beast.

"How many people are here?" Zhang Zhao asked the lame horse that had just limped over in Tiantian words.

"Back to Master Lieutenant! There are about 500 people. Last night, the villain gathered them from various mines around. Master picked 300 people from here!"

Zhang Zhao smiled lightly, he was regarded as a young boy from Khotan King City!
Although miners are hard workers, they are definitely not all the cringing and cringing people in front of them. They are slave labor, not miners.

If he really wanted to be so unpromising, the Shura field of the lowest society could swallow him up directly. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the society of miners and trackers is the cruelest society for laborers.

Smart and strong are not the same thing, just like these people in front of them, they can't survive at all.

And although they may not necessarily be very strong, they are definitely lean and powerful. But in front of them, most people's vitality is almost drained.

This kind of miner is not a miner at all. To be cruel, it is just a one-time consumable. A real miner must be organized.

And there will be a leader among them, otherwise it is impossible to negotiate conditions with a foreman like a lame horse. Those who cannot negotiate conditions with a foreman will die within a few months after arriving at the mine.

In a Shura field like a mine, the miners who can survive and have money to go home are definitely quite a group existence.

They have rich experience in underground operations, and their health is stronger. The miners who are almost consumables in front of them are not what Zhang Zhao wants.

However, he looked at the foreman gathered together, and the lame horse with a slightly disturbed face, and he quickly understood.

Pushing out these lowest-level miners with the poorest health for him to choose is definitely not meant by a certain one, it should be meant by the collective.

Because coal mining in Khotan is one of the most lucrative businesses, those who have the right to mine here are all powerful factions in Khotan.

Three hundred organized elite miners, that is, three hundred money-printing machines, how could they be willing?

Perhaps in their hearts, this new son of Princess Fengtian must want to grab food from their bowls, and now they are willing to get these five hundred people to choose for Zhang Zhao, and they must feel that they have made a lot of concessions.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhao took a deep breath and looked at the lame horse beside him.

"People here, I will choose one hundred and fifty people to go, but! The remaining one hundred and fifty people, you have to give me something real, don't treat me as a fool who doesn't know anything!"

Choose one hundred and fifty!A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake, as long as there are one hundred and fifty elite miners, and the rest is fed and drunk for ten days and a half months, and then the elite miners can use it in the area, it can be regarded as one's own merit, one hundred and fifty Ten lives!

The lame horse's face changed, and he involuntarily looked at the short and fat little lord beside Zhang Zhao. The little lord saw Zhang Zhao's gaze and looked over, and his face turned pale, but he still shook his head slowly, indicating that he didn't Talking nonsense.

"I'll give you a quarter of an hour. I want to meet someone, or I'll make you look good!" Zhang Zhao snorted coldly.

'Plop! The lame horse knelt down directly, but didn't say a word or express anything. The surrounding foremen also huddled together and looked at the ground collectively. The scene was terribly silent.

"Master Lieutenant! The miners are really here, sir, don't look at them thin, once you raise them, they will be strong men!" The short and fat little lord took two steps trembling, and said dryly.

'choke! Zhang Zhao slowly drew out the horizontal knife, damn it, I cut off half of the people at once, and pretended to be like me!Do you really think I am easy to fool?He didn't have time to delay any longer!
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