Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 635 Hunan Army Training
"What era are we living in? Does anyone still want these sickles and hoes?"

In the large but somewhat empty warehouse, the drivers watching the unloading gathered together, chatting and laughing.

"Who knows."

My companion casually walked towards the smoking area outside, saying, "Maybe they're sold to Africa."

"Don't Africans rely on the weather for their livelihood? Do they also use farming tools?"

The drivers who were out chatting and joking didn't notice the driver who was lagging behind, who was holding a thermos cup in both hands and turning it from side to side.

Upon arriving at the designated smoking area outside, the drivers puffed away on their cigarettes.

"This logistics park is huge, but it's usually quiet."

"I heard that there is only one company here, and renting such a large area must cost at least several million a year."

"I've delivered goods here several times, and I've never seen a convoy of trucks hauling goods out."

"The security guards here are very fierce. You can't even walk out of the smoking area. They'll yell at you if you take too long to go to the toilet."

"Security guards?" A driver nearby scoffed, exhaling a smoke ring. "Security guards my foot, they're all from the army!"

“I used to be in the army, so I could tell right away.”

"Don't be fooled by his security guard uniform!"

The conversation stopped there, as a group of security guards stormed past them and rushed into the warehouse.

Not long after, the driver who had been left in the warehouse was taken away along with his thermos.

Several security guards surrounded them. "Gentlemen, come with us for questioning."

In the monitoring room, the security chief of the logistics park took off his hat and scratched his buzz cut.

"A miniature detector inside a cup, with its own electromagnetic scanning shielding system, it's professional."

"This is the third time this month."

"The logistics park has been exposed; we need to move to another location."

"We'll have a proper discussion with Mr. Lin when he gets back."

In the alternate dimension, Lin Dao had no idea what was happening in the warehouse.

He was currently busy personally supervising the distribution of farming tools to the people of Hengzhou Prefecture.

"I've seen these things all the time."

Looking at the pile of broken wooden and even stone farm tools in front of him, Lin Dao took a breath. "This is a direct manifestation of low productivity."

Anyone who has done farm work knows that iron farm tools are far superior to stone and wood tools in terms of both efficiency and wear resistance.

Everyone knows this, but in impoverished areas, stone and wood farming tools still dominate, and the reason can be summed up in one word.

Poor~~~
Wood can be cut down on the mountain, and stones can be dug up on the mountain.

But iron needs to be smelted.

Even the lowest quality pig iron was far too expensive for these farmers who were so poor they didn't even have pants—and I'm not exaggerating, but it was the reality.

He also wanted to mechanize everything in one go, but nobody knew how to drive.

While distributing land to the people, Lin Dao also worked to improve productivity.

"The three essential elements for farming are seeds, fertilizers, and water."

“In addition, farm tools are also very important.”

Watching the Taiping soldiers load bundles of shovels, sickles, hoes and other farm tools onto carts, after confirming the types and quantities on the manifest, they delivered them to various villages and towns.

Lin Dao was thinking about matters related to agricultural production.

"There's no way around grafted hybrid seeds; we can't transport them every year."

"Fertilizer is fine. Industrial Cthulhu's fertilizer production is so high that it can't be consumed. Let's just consider it a solution to excess production capacity."

Not only did it solve the problem of excess production capacity, but the forest road also transported a large amount of industrial raw materials back to the modern world to offset the debts.

He obtained a large amount of fertilizer, and it was through barter.

In the modern world, they have access to extremely cheap and abundant raw materials.

The price of many of the raw materials was not the key factor; rather, it was breaking through various external blockades and obstacles.

Its value beyond money is simply immeasurable.

"We must ensure that every household receives a set of farm tools."

Lin Dao instructed Wei Changhui, who was in charge of distributing farm tools, "You know the rules, so I won't go into detail."

The Taiping Army's rule was that those who embezzled would be executed.

Even if you only steal a few eggs, this is the only outcome.

Correspondingly, the Taiping Army received extremely high treatment.

Daily life is fully covered, including food, clothing, housing, and transportation; the standards for food, drink, and accommodation are all very high.

With tax exemptions for his family and a stipend he received, his treatment in the Central Plains of this era was even better than that of the hard-earned farmers.

If someone still reaches out in this situation, they deserve to die.

"Don't worry, Chief."

Wei Changhui guaranteed, "Anyone who breaks the rules, I'll personally take their head!"

"And these fabrics." Lin Dao gestured to the mountain of synthetic fiber fabrics, which were synthetic fiber materials, "to ensure that every household can get a piece to make clothes."

Tailor shops existed in the Qing Dynasty, but they were all concentrated in big cities.

As for clothing stores, they rely on pawn shops to handle the trading of secondhand goods.

Ordinary people make their own clothes at home by buying fabric.

This is why women in ancient times had to learn needlework before getting married.

However, cloth is expensive, and even weaving at home is very difficult.

This is why in many rural areas, there are poor families who only have one set of tattered clothes patched upon patched.

Whoever goes out wears it.

Lin Dao purchased large quantities of synthetic fiber fabrics to distribute to the people for making clothes.

How can the people of the Central Plains be so poor and destitute that they are like savages who don't even have clothes to wear!
There is only one reason for choosing synthetic fabrics over cotton.

Modern cotton production is far too small by comparison, amounting to only about six million tons per year.

The production of synthetic fiber fabrics is as high as 70 million tons!

Cotton can only be harvested by planting in the ground, but synthetic fiber fabrics can be obtained through industrial production. With an annual output of tens of millions of tons, Lindao only needs to purchase a portion of it to meet the fabric needs of people in multiple timelines.

As for the purchase funds, they were paid for with raw materials such as cotton, raw silk, and crude oil produced in multiple time periods.

The more spacetime Lin Dao controls, the more excess productivity of the modern world's industrial Cthulhu will be released.

The import of various raw materials that were previously restricted have become more diversified, while costs have been significantly reduced.

In particular, large-scale mining and transportation of some key raw materials has begun, thanks to hints from good friends and the provision of professional equipment and detailed blueprints.

Here in Lindao, they are already considering reducing the treatment of prisoners of war and sending them to mine special ores, the kind that are radioactive.

Speaking of prisoners of war, during this campaign to conquer various parts of Hengzhou Prefecture, we encountered almost no resistance in the county town because Xiang Rong had escaped again.

Without a regular army as the core, the yamen runners, inspectors, and able-bodied men ran away very quickly, and in many places they even fled before the fighting even started.

On the contrary, they encountered fierce resistance in local villages and towns in various counties.

The militia, composed of landlords leading their clansmen, tenant farmers, farmhands, village bullies, and even some bandits, launched a frenzied attack on the work teams that went to the countryside.

Undoubtedly, these local forces inflicted considerable losses on the Taiping Army, even greater than the losses inflicted on the Qing Army.

A few days later, in Da'an Township, not far from the seat of Hengzhou Prefecture, a terrible incident occurred in which local militia launched a counterattack.

"The meeting begins!"

When Lin Dao emerged from seclusion, he saw a group of military officers standing outside the door with red eyes, and he immediately knew that something had happened.

"Speak." He didn't waste any words and immediately asked, "The sky isn't falling, just get to the point!"

"Chief." Yang Xiuqing, his one eye red, gritted his teeth and replied, "Last night, some thieves laid out 119 heads outside the city."

"After inspection, it turned out to be the transport team brothers who were sent to Da'an Township three days ago."

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Lin Dao's eyes turned cold instantly.

"What a courage!"

The first wave of Taiping Army's cleanup of local areas consisted of work teams.

They typically possess a large number of armed personnel and advanced equipment, usually at least a thousand or more.

They were responsible for clearing the area and eliminating resistance.

The transport team was much smaller and delivered various supplies to the land distribution area after the work team moved away.

By using rubber tires and bearings purchased from the modern world for steering systems, the carrying capacity of large vehicles has been greatly increased.

The manpower needed for transportation has also decreased accordingly.

There were at least a hundred people, and nearly half of them were guards.

They were all wiped out!
Lin Dao strode out and ordered, "Yang Xiuqing, take your men and come with me!"

Hengyang is located in a basin, with higher elevations in the south and lower elevations in the north.

The most famous one is, of course, Mount Heng.

Da'an Township is located northwest of Hengyang Prefecture, and is quite far from Hengshan Mountain.

Lin Dao instructed Yang Xiuqing to lead his men to catch up quickly, while he retrieved his off-road motorcycle and sped off towards Da'an Township.

There is a dirt road here that leads from Hengyang to Da'an Township, built along the Zhengshui River.

The motorcycle traveled along the dirt road, but stopped halfway down.

Stepping onto the bank of the Zhengshui River, I saw many headless corpses floating downstream with the current.

The training uniforms they wore proved their identity as Taiping soldiers.

Lin Dao gritted his teeth.

He turned around, got on his off-road motorcycle, and continued on his way.

After a bumpy ride, covered in dust, we arrived at Yutang Village.

This is the heart of Da'an Township.

A group of men with bare chests were dragging corpses toward the bank of the Zheng River.

Hearing the roar of the engine, they all stood up curiously to look over.

He stopped the car, took off his helmet from the dusty forest road, and got off.

He strode over, helmet in hand, completely ignoring the men's surprised and wary looks.

The corpses on the ground included men, women, and children, all dressed in tattered clothes, emaciated, and with contorted faces.

"them."

Lin Dao raised his head and looked at the man closest to him. "Are they all villagers who have been allocated land?"

"Who are you?" The wary man drew his rusty saber. "What are you riding?"

He raised the helmet in his hand and then brought it down suddenly.

The helmet hit the man on the head, knocking him to the ground instantly.

The men nearby seemed to wake from a dream, and they all brandished their weapons and rushed forward.

They exchanged blows and kicked, waving their helmets.

In just a few breaths, seven or eight men were lying on the ground.

‘Click! ’

Lin Dao stomped on the wrist of the man beside him, crushing it. Amid the man's painful screams, he squatted down and asked, "How did you manage to defeat the Taiping Army?"

"Poisoning!"

"Poisoning the water~"

"Spare me! Spare me!"

His response was a large foot stepping on his neck.

After crushing these militia members one by one, Lin Dao, his face filled with murderous intent, turned his gaze toward the village.

The aroma of luncheon meat wafted out from inside, filling the air with fragrance.

"Those who kill me will eat my flesh."

"very good."

"Hunan Army Regiment Training~"

"Hey!"

(End of this chapter)