Beiyang new warlord

Mentioning this, Mao Jue couldn't help stuttering, cleared his throat, and said a little bit lacking in confidence.

"My young master is also short of money. I came here to find a way to get some money together!"

As soon as these words came out, several people's eyes lit up, especially the pimp Wen Shao slapped his thigh excitedly: "Here!"

"I know a family, Zhang Papi's family who live in the west of the city. His mother, they started their business by lending loan sharks. They are very rich, and they can pick and choose. They don't even get a reward when they come here. They have a lot of rules and regulations! "

"That's right! I've stepped on a plate at this place!" The thief's cousin also became excited, his two mustaches grew, and he lowered his voice with sly eyebrows.

"Zhang's money is all stored under the bed of his second aunt, Xiao Chunmei, grandma's. The other house makes babies for fun at night. They are good, lighting a lamp and counting the money! I've seen it earlier, and I'm greedy. If it weren't for that soldier patrolling It's too tight, and I'm prying it for him, this time it's good, you have the young master to speak! Old He, I'll play him to the top!"

"Master, we Lao Wen also has a few brothers under his command. He escaped from Liaoyang with me and fought all the way to the present brothers. Manpower is absolutely reliable! If it doesn't work, let's clean him up and set him on fire again." The house! Then the young master and the commander-in-chief will be able to explain themselves!" Patting his chest, Uncle Wen was full of arrogance.

But the Mao Jue that a group of people were talking about was dumbfounded. Damn, he accidentally created a criminal gang.

"Shut up, daddy!"

There are not many things in Phi Island, but there is a lot of sand!Especially the white sand, which covered the entire beach in white. From hundreds of households to thieves, everyone was used as a coolie, holding a shovel, a pick and a dustpan to sieve the sand profusely.

"I said, can this sand find money?"

The tired waist was about to be broken, He Siyong wiped his sweat sadly, and even slapped Wenmeng with his arm, muttering depressingly.

"Where do I go?"

Gambling all morning, I didn't even drink my saliva when I came to Mao Jue at noon, and Wen Meng's eyes were dizzy, but he was quite confident as an uncle and nephew. While sifting, he said uncertainly: "My sister The child is smart since he was a child, and he has read a lot of poetry and books, so he is a rich scholar! Maybe he watched the sky at night and figured out that there is gold sand in this piece of sand? Just go find it!"

"Where the hell is there gold sand here!"

There was a lot of crystal clear white fine sand, but there was no shadow of gold, but Wen Shao pushed a cart full of hot sand and fell down in front of them with a crash.

"Hey~ Let's shop!"

On the other side, in a mud house by the sea, billowing black smoke was already billowing from the small courtyard.

The geographical location of Phi Island is quite good. Outside the mouth of the Yalu River, it is next to Dandong, the great northern port of later generations. Nearby is the Iron Mountain of North Korea. Both coal and iron resources are abundant here. The only thing that is lacking is rice. After the Jin war, Mao Wenlong asked North Korea for rice grains, and South Korea had to pay a huge amount of gross rice every year, which also caused Mao Wenlong to have great conflicts with North Korea.

But this matter has nothing to do with Mao Jue for the time being. The two-meter-long stove made of bricks and yellow mud made his face black with smoke. Regardless of the choking panic, Mao Jue still stared at the raging fire in the hearth.

Quite depressed, the brothers and relatives of the Wen family have all kinds of people, but there is no blacksmith. It took more than half an hour to light a fire in the afternoon, and it was finally lit. It had been burning all afternoon, and the coals were crackling in the stove. There was a crackling sound of burning, the hearth was already burning red, and the hot wave made people's faces ache.

The name of the cousin who played the trumpet is quite domineering, Wenyuan Pavilion, one of the places where the great scholars of the Ming Dynasty worked, unfortunately, the name is domineering, but he is honest and honest, a typical simple and old farmer. The blacksmith's leather bag that came out was uncomfortably baked by the fire, and the big brother was also yelling like a trumpet.

"Master, this iron can melt, isn't it alright?"

In fact, Mao Jue didn't know if it was good or not, but Su Yi took the shoe seller to buy and still hasn't come back, what can he do?

"It's not enough. When you look at the furnace flame, the whole body is red, the flames are inconsistent, the green fire is looming, and the fire head is torn apart. At this time, it is still far away from the furnace. When will the fire be burnt into a lotus shape? Be patient when doing things. Continue to burn!"

Pointing to the stove, Mao Gou was talking nonsense for a while, but Wenyuan Pavilion was stunned for a while, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then took the stove hook to the stove made of yellow mud and bricks for a while. , the fire blown by the wind flew up again.

"Master, here we come!"

At this time, Su Yi finally came late, obviously the shoe seller was carrying the burden, but she was exhausted, her face was covered with oily sweat, and she shouted with excitement after being far away.

"Master, alkali flour, feldspar powder, and lime powder, you don't know, master, none of these are available in these cities. Gawazi and I went to the Taoist temple on the former small island, and asked the old master to grind them into powder with a flour mill. Yes, look, can you do it!"

It can be seen that Su Yi has spent a lot of effort, her little face was flushed, and her big eyes were full of curiosity, but she stretched out her hand to grab a handful of feldspar powder, Mao Jue shook her head in dissatisfaction, and neither did she. Strange Suyi, flour is also a virtue these days, it is lumpy, and the fine powder of the later generations can't be driven out with a mill.

At this end, Ga Wazi, the shoe seller, had just put down his burden. Before he could catch his breath, Mao Jue had already thrown it through a sieve.

"screen!"

After this tossing, almost an hour passed.Eight foolish men and a foolish girl surrounded him, watching Mao Jue mix the sifted crystal clear sand, lime powder, feldspar powder, and soda flour little by little, and pour them into a black Huge stone pot.

"Hey, young master, it hasn't been fired into a lotus shape yet!"

Seeing Mao Jue carrying the stone pot directly to the stove with the tongs, Wen Yuange hurriedly shouted at the side, before he finished speaking, Su Yi slapped him on the back of the head.

"What is the name of the ghost, the young master knows it well, let's add wind!"

Pi Guzi blew into the hearth again, igniting flames and enveloping the stone pot. Gradually, the powder actually melted, and a glistening viscous liquid filled the bottom of the pot with an orange color.

"Liu Li!"

Wen Baihu was the first to exclaim, and Su Yi was excited.

"Wow, the young master is amazing!"

Chapter 6. Dystocia of golden layer hens

Mao Jue majored in electromechanical, which is useless here. The shipyard where he worked after graduation taught him a skill, but it is useless here. The only thing he can do is a little professional. He went on a trip half a year ago. There is a local The handmade glass workshop tourism project, I played there for an afternoon and saw how people made handmade glass.

After receiving 20 taels of silver from Mrs. Zhang, Mao Jue's mood was heavy, and he was full of urgent needs for more silver, so he decided to take a gamble.

The heat burned for more than half an hour, and the quartz and feldspar powder in a crucible were all melted. Under the surprised eyes of those Xiaobai, just like the master who taught him by hand, Mao Jue used a firecracker to dismantle it. A large cloud of glass liquid came out of the barrel of the gun, and while he was blowing it, he continued to sculpt it outside with tongs. After another half an hour, a thick and ugly abstract glass finally took shape in his hands.

Although the shape is a bit ugly, it is still glass after all. The sand in Pidao seems to be very pure, and the whole glass looks crystal clear. It is placed on the shelf next to the stove to keep warm and cool down. Mao Baihu and He Thief also care about it. His raised eyebrows ached from the heat from the stove, and hissed and gasped around the shelf like a toothache. After a while, Wenyuange, who was playing the trumpet, just raised his thumb and organized it with his meager language. A word of praise.

"Master, Gao!"

But he didn't care about the question of whether he was tall or not. Mao Jue's mind was full of silver light now, and he eagerly cast his eyes on He Siyong, the cousin of the thief who was considered to be the most knowledgeable.

"Can this thing be sold for a price?"

"Young master's glass is crystal clear and crystal-like in quality, but its shape is not good. I have seen those colored glaze waist pendants worn by Nanshang before. They all have clouds hidden inside. They are not as good as the young master's glass cups. They can be sold. How much money, even the little ones don't know!"

20 taels of silver have already been used for seven taels, and the revolver that Mao Jue wanted is no longer enough. After doing it, he got such an ambiguous answer. Looking at the pile of sand on the ground and those alkali-faced feldspars, he bit Gritting his teeth, Mao Jue decided to continue gambling.

"You guys, go ahead and sieve, Fourth Brother Mao, you have played the trumpet before, so you should be the fastest to learn. You follow the young master and stick to the glass and continue blowing. Tonight, we will use up all of this batch!"

Although I don't know if it can be sold at a higher price, but looking at the crystal clearness of this thing, it doesn't look like a cheap thing at all, and I feel a little more motivated in my heart. Wen Baihu and the others are also working in full swing, and several people are busy around the stove. His head was sweating profusely, and half of the small yard was reddened by the raging fire.

It really brought out the spirit of playing dungeons all night in college. Except for the little girl Su Yi who squatted in the shabby hut for a while, the nine big men stayed up all night. After burning the coal, a load of soda flour, feldspar and lead were all used up. Next to the stove, 37 pieces of twisted and weird-looking glass products were spread on the shelves, and broken glass came out on the ground. There are a lot of them, and those are not cooled so cold.

These gadgets include cups, plates, small ones, pendants in the shape of drops of water, waist pendants, and some accessories, which I learned from the glass masters of later generations. Mao Jue even added some cinnabar paint to make it look colorful.It is estimated that a lot of these things can be bought for ten yuan on a certain treasure in the future, and they still come with free shipping, but now they contain Mao Jue's full hopes.

"Stop it first! Fourth Brother He, Sixth Brother Wen, among us, you are the most knowledgeable and well-informed. Please entrust these things to you, and find a way to push them out. No matter how much they sell, I will give you some advice. Thirty percent! Let's divide the rest at that time, everyone will have a share!"

"Thank you, young master, for the reward!"

After a busy day and night, these energetic guys are also exhausted and exhausted, and they are so weak that they are even grateful for the rewards.

Other people's family time travel is either the young master or the prince, not to mention the rich clothes and fine food, there are also groups of beauties.Mao Jue suspected that he was born to be a part-time worker. In the next few days of traveling to Mingmo Island, he would wake up early every day. Mao Jue continued to hone his glass skills, which were so simple, and then waited for these glass products to be brought to him. Come to the silver harvest.

It's a pity that the wish is beautiful, but the reality is quite cruel. The sales of those glass glass pendants are quite speechless.