Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

A shrill scream interrupted the conversation between the two. Qian Wu was somewhat dissatisfied because his spell was forcibly interrupted.

"You haven't made that little bitch obedient yet?"

"Hehe, not yet. This woman has a hot temper. The brothers promise to do her a good job."

"Just don't kill it. If you kill it, you won't be able to sell it at a high price."

"Don't worry, big brother, I've tied him up tightly and I guarantee he'll be safe and sound. By the way, big brother, what did you just say? Are you ready to come back?"

"Well, a small job, to rob a farm."

"Rob the manor? Brother, what good can we get from robbing the manor? Let's..."

"What are you talking about! Go call someone! Otherwise I'll chop you up first!"

"Oh, okay, okay, I'll go right away."

The leader turned around and walked towards the interior of the camp. The robbers' camp was dirty and messy. People who were beaten half to death were thrown in the mud on the side of the road. Inside the thatched huts, the shrill screams continued.

“This is our first product!”

Jiang Han took out a small pancake in his hand and said, "Potato pancakes are mainly made by grinding potatoes and beans into powder, making pancakes and steaming them. The taste is okay, but it has a lot of calories. Eating one piece can maintain the calories needed by a person for half a day, and the cost is low."

“I will set the price of such things very low. The purpose of selling them is not to make a profit or earn a lot of money. I am not interested in money. The key is to help the poor.

The poor can't afford food, but they can buy my potato cakes to survive within an acceptable range. Expanding this market is my main goal, so all female workers are responsible for processing and selling this potato cake. I will open more jobs to female employees in the future to ensure that everyone has work to do! "

"The boss said it well!!!"

"May the Dong family live a hundred years!!!"

You see, he has to thank us.

After Jiang Han finished his capitalist speech about how I was going to squeeze all the surplus value out of both men and women, he smiled and thought, "Now, I can be considered a feminist fighter, right?"

Volume 62: Chapter Chapter : Cleaning Up

"Everyone who has taken a bath! Come over here!"

As soon as Li Youcai went out, he heard the greetings of several women in the village. To be honest, after a hot bath, Li Youcai felt like he had lost two pounds.

The pools that had been used by many people for washing basically turned into a quagmire.

"Come on, clean up! Clean up the hot water and silt, spread all the mud on the ground, let the dirty water dry for a while, and then pour it all in. These are all natural fertilizers."

The foreman directed a group of refugees to work in the bathhouse. These people didn't have any special skills, but they were strong. The village used them as social screws and moved them wherever they were needed.

Mud washed off from bathing, which carries human skin, keratin, and miscellaneous things like food residues and feces, has much higher nutritional content than the current loess, and is just right for soil improvement.

Following the call, Li Youcai came to a queue of several long lines.

The huge basket in front of the table, the blue cloth covering it, and the boiling hot pot beside it said it all. They said they would provide food, and they really did! Moreover, they actually ate first and worked later. Could the owner of this house be so wealthy?

In fact, Jiang Han was also opposed when he proposed it.

"Boss, let's give them food first. What if they are full and don't work?"

In response to this, Jiang Han said: "If he doesn't want to work, then send him back. For normal people, we can still tell the difference between having enough food and having enough food. But there are really those people. It's just a meal. If he eats it, then just eat it. Just think of it as charity. Just be more open-minded."

The food is not very rich, two potato pancakes and a bowl of multi-grain porridge. These are the only things available at the moment, because the breeding and vegetable planting industries have not caught up yet, so we can only eat this. When we find sweet potatoes, we should be able to add some yams. Just add these things together. If he eats too much, he will get gas easily.

It is better to have ventilation than no ventilation. In order to fill their stomachs, refugees will eat anything. For example, the Guanyin soil will stick together in the stomach after being eaten, and it cannot be digested or excreted. People will suffocate to death by themselves. In this day and age, there is no room for criticism.

"The first meal, be sure to chew it slowly! Did you hear me?"

Regardless of whether these refugees could understand the meaning of eating slowly, Jiang Han treated it as a strict order, and the employees also carried it out as a special spirit. In short, the first meal must be chewed slowly, which became a hard and fast rule in Jiangjia Manor.

"Our boss said that people need to have a full meal before they can work, so each of you will have a meal after entering the farm. After you have a full meal, we can talk about work. The boss is kind, but I hope you can remember it in your heart and do your work well. Don't squander the boss's kindness!"

For Jiang Han, a meal was something he could afford no matter what. Even if someone ate the meal and ran away, it didn't matter. But for Zhuangzi and the elderly people in the family, the meaning of this meal was something completely different.

They were also struggling on the brink of life and death from hunger not long ago, and they understand the feeling of hunger better than anyone else. This meal, in many cases, means a life.

They did not dare to take credit for it and repeatedly emphasized to these refugees the role played by Jiang Han. Jiang Han clearly did nothing, but someone had already helped him establish his personality.

"Dad, it smells so good"

The youngest son blew the hot steam on the porridge and took a bite of the potato pancake with a look of joy on his face. It had been a long time since he had eaten such decent food.

“If it tastes good, eat more...”

Li Youcai patted his son's head with satisfaction and said, "Then eat more. If it's not enough, Dad has more."

"Don't worry about it. Just eat more. You still have to work. The boss is kind-hearted. You have to work hard for him and don't let him down."

The wife stuffed Li Youcai's potato pancakes back and shared some of hers with her son. People are very simple. They know very simply that they will repay whoever is good to them. If they have nothing, they can just sell their strength. If they have some skills, they will use them all. Jiang Han himself was just doing it for a very simple and kind idea, but it was this simple kindness that was caught by these refugees, and what they fed back in return was naturally a more ardent sincerity.

"Hey, hey! I will definitely do my job well."

Li Youcai nodded vigorously, wiped his nose, stuffed the potato cake into his mouth, and remembered the instructions from Zhuangzi to chew slowly. He could only chew it again and again in his mouth before he dared to swallow it. He was secretly determined in his heart to make a name for himself.

The old people in the village were surprised to find that these well-fed refugees had a great enthusiasm for work. They worked so hard that it was frightening that no one could stop them. They wished they could turn into cows and plow the fields.

"The boss is still smart..."

Someone sighed.

"Don't always use your petty mind to guess the boss. What's the word 'gentleman'? What's the meaning of 'mind'? Your petty mind is like a grain of sand in the soil in front of the boss."

His statement was met with contempt from others.

"Hehe... the boss is a god-like figure, I definitely can't compare to him."

"As long as you know"

The farm was bustling with activity, while on the other side, there were mountains for dozens of miles around.

"My two aunts, please spare my life, please spare my life!!"

The bandit leader knelt on the ground, kowtowed continuously, begging the two killers in front of him to show mercy.

Just now, he and his men had just done something successful, robbing two passers-by, and were celebrating in the village, eating hotpot and singing songs, when suddenly they were beaten!

With a loud bang, the third brother who was still dancing there suddenly had his head exploded! Before everyone could react, two women rushed into the village, killing anyone they saw! The muskets in their hands meant that anyone they saw would die, and anyone they touched would die!

In just a few breaths, all the people in the village fell to the ground, and then the two killers started shooting again.

The leader watched helplessly as the two men strolled leisurely past his fallen men. With the sound of gunfire, the men who were still twitching suddenly trembled and fell to the ground.

This hellish scene made the bandit leader wet his pants on the spot. He fell to the ground and kept moving backwards until he hit the wall behind him.

45 shot a minion in the head, stepped over the corpse and walked towards the leader: "Let me ask you a question."

"Auntie, ask me, ask me, I will tell you whatever you ask. As long as you can let me go, I will tell you anything."

"Are there any other places around here where there are bandits?"

Question 45 made the leader stunned. What kind of question was this?

"do not know?"

45 raised his gun and pointed it at the leader.

"I know! I know, I know! Just sixty miles to the east, there is a Cuifeng Mountain. There is a group of bandits on it. The leader is Qian Wu, who is very powerful! I really don't know the rest. Please spare my life, please spare my life!"

As the chief spoke, he kowtowed repeatedly on the ground.

"Qian Wu, right? Okay, thank you."

The leader heard words like the sound of heaven and looked up in surprise. What answered him was a ruthless bullet.

"I found out that there is another big gang 60 miles to the east. This bandit doesn't have much on him, not even a few coins."

45 held a torch and set fires around him while communicating with M4A1.

"I'm going to dig a firebreak to prevent the whole forest from burning down."

M4A1 took a look at what was stewing in the bandits' pot. The three fingers floating in it gave her some scope, so she chose to turn a blind eye.

"Okay, go ahead. I want to see how this gathering place was burned to ashes."

Volume 63: Chapter Chapter : Forging Weapons

"You said you want to fight with a single-sided halberd?"

The blacksmith looked at Jiang Han with some suspicion.

"Yes, everyone says that you are the best craftsman in Yangzhou City. A long halberd shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

Jiang Han searched for a long time before he found a craftsman who could make this kind of long-handled weapon.

In ancient times, the forging of this kind of cold weapon has reached a fairly mature level, but the production process has basically been passed down from generation to generation and is quite traditional. Especially after Jiang Han discovered that the characters of the Embroidered Spring Blade appeared around him, he became even more looking forward to the weapons that can be forged at present.

"Money is not a problem, the key is to make it useful"

Thinking about Shen Lian's family heirloom sword, it can be said that it can cut gold and cut iron after taking it out, which made Jiang Han greedy. After all, which boy can resist a cool weapon? Even if it is his own human nature, he couldn't help but touch several... Of course, he touched guns.

"How could something I typed not be useful?"

Hearing someone question his craftsmanship, the blacksmith immediately blew his beard and glared: "I want to ask, is this weapon made for you to use?"

The halberd is not a simple weapon. Its size of four or five meters and its heavy head are quite a challenge for the user. Moreover, due to its versatility, the halberd can be used for hooking, stabbing, chopping, slapping and sweeping. Therefore, the user of the halberd often needs to be given two tags: natural supernatural power and superb martial arts. The original owners of the natural supernatural power tag were those who could run horses on their arms and carry mountains on their shoulders. Their physique was very convincing just by standing there.

The blacksmith looked left and right and felt that Jiang Han didn't look like someone who could wield a halberd.

"When I use weapons, I have to first measure who is using them, their stature, their strength, and the size of their palms. If I don't figure this out, and the weapons don't strike well, it will ruin my reputation."

"Don't worry, I know this. This halberd is not meant for me."

Jiang Han smiled and let the dog beside him go: "It's for her."

"she?"

The blacksmith was even more surprised. Jiang Han, you are at least eight feet tall, although your arms are thin. But there was also the example of Xue Rengui who was thin but had supernatural powers. It was understandable. What do you mean by pulling a girl out?

This girl is not at home embroidering with an embroidery needle, how can she hold a halberd? Isn't this a joke?

"I think you two are here to make fun of me! Go away, go away!"

The blacksmith, with a gloomy face, started to drive people away. He thought he was going to open a business, but instead a lunatic showed up.

"Hey, hey, don't be anxious. We really want to fight with weapons."

"Hurry up, hurry up. Only those with extraordinary courage can use the halberd. You pulled out a little girl, and I'm lucky I didn't hit you."

"Look at you, you're so impatient, dog! Come on, give him a good life!

"Grass! Let's go!"

The dog stepped forward and casually picked up a stone lock used for weighing. The 500-jin stone lock was like a ball of cotton. Then, the extremely heavy stone lock moved freely in the dog's hand like a foam toy, which shocked all the guys.

"That's the stone lock we moved out earlier, right?"

An apprentice confirmed with his companions.

"You moved out with your senior brother this morning, don't you remember?"

After the dog performed for a while, it seemed that just throwing the stone lock was not enough fun, so it threw the stone lock up, hooked its fingers in the air as claws, and embedded the fingers of its mechanical arm deeply into the outer wall of the stone lock.

He exerted force with his five fingers, and the stone lock creaked, then fell apart with a loud crash.

The men present felt a cool breeze blowing through their crotches for no reason, and looked at Jiang Han with a bit of respect in their eyes. He must be a ruthless man to be able to control a woman like this.

"How is it? Can we build it now?"

Jiang Han looked at the blacksmith with a teasing tone.

"......I used that stone lock to hold down the table. What am I going to use if you broke it?"

"Haha, haha...don't worry about those details."

The blacksmith's dead fish eyes were still staring at him fiercely.

"Count it in terms of the price of the halberd..."

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Jiang Han could only blame himself for his bad luck. If he wanted to appear respectable in front of others, he had to suffer behind the scenes. There was nothing he could do.

"Hmph, come here and measure your height."

The blacksmith said with disdain but was excited in his heart. Every blacksmith has a middle school idea, which is to forge a weapon for the legendary general of the time.

The Zhangba Snake Spear, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, the Mother-and-Child Mandarin Duck Sword, the Eight-sided Plum Blossom Silver Hammer, and a single lamp for a journey of a thousand miles.

It is the long-cherished wish of every blacksmith to be able to forge weapons powerful enough for these generals to use and leave their names in history.