The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

Jiang Fan waved his hand at Xia Qianxing and said calmly, "Master Xia, I will take care of myself, you just need to obey my orders. How are the people I asked you to recruit going?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Qianxing sighed, glanced at the stack of documents in his hand, and said to Jiang Fan:

"Sir, here is a record of the number of disaster victims recruited. I have divided them into old, young, sick, disabled, young and strong, and craftsmen. I have further divided the craftsmen into stonemasons, carpenters, bamboo craftsmen, plasterers, blacksmiths, etc...."

Jiang Fan nodded with satisfaction after hearing this. Xia Qianxing was very organized and did a good job in what he had asked him to do. If used well, it would definitely be a great help.

He took the top notebook which counted the number of people of various categories and glanced at the numbers on it. There were approximately 21,000 old, young, sick and disabled people, 36,000 young and strong people, and 9,000 craftsmen of various types.

There are a lot of people, although nearly half of them are old, young, sick or disabled, but he still has a use for them. He looked at Xia Qianxing and said:

"Well, very good. Now, you take three thousand young men and go to various places in Huaining County to collect feces. After the feces are collected, send them to the outside of the west gate and build a place to store feces there. In addition, prepare a thousand large iron pots for me."

As soon as Jiang Fan said this, everyone at the scene was stunned. They all looked at Jiang Fan in surprise, thinking that they had heard it wrong?

What rice? He asked people to collect feces and prepare a big pot. What was he trying to do? Did he want to cook feces for everyone to eat?

Thinking of this, everyone almost felt sick. Several recorders looked at each other, not knowing whether they should record this matter.

The eighth prince actually asked people to collect and cook feces. His taste is really strong.

After looking at each other, although they felt that Jiang Fan was acting recklessly, they did not dare not record the incident.

Xia Qianxing came back to his senses and opened his mouth to ask Jiang Fan the purpose of doing this, but Jiang Fan just glanced at him indifferently.

Xia Qianxing quickly swallowed his words. Jiang Fan didn't want to talk, so he didn't dare to ask again. As long as he didn't cook the manure for himself, it would be fine. Jiang Fan could cook it however he wanted.

He had a wild imagination and thought that Jiang Fan was probably afraid that others would say he was supporting idlers, so he deliberately made the disaster victims collect and cook manure for fun.

Not only him, but others also thought so, especially several recorders.

Jiang Fan ignored the strange looks of the few people. He looked at Dai Yunzong and Yang Yexu, as well as the other two captains among the white-robed guards.

"Yun Zong, take 8,000 young men and select 1,500 craftsmen of various kinds to the Black Stone Mine we visited today and build a camp there first."

"Ye Xu, take 8,000 strong men and select 3,000 craftsmen to build a camp at the graystone vein we saw today."

"Fang Hua, take 8,000 strong men and 1,500 craftsmen to the Poison Salt Mountain and build a camp there. Wu Shen, take 8,000 strong men and 1,500 craftsmen to the sulfur vein. I'll come find you tomorrow. It's best if the camp is built within one day!"

At this point, Jiang Fan thought for a moment and said, "As for the old, young, sick and disabled, if they are family members of the young and strong and the craftsmen, they can follow their families to their respective camps and help with cooking, collecting firewood and fetching water and other chores."

"As for the remaining craftsmen and young men, keep them as backup for now. I will assign them to work when the time comes."

"If there are no young and strong men or artisans' families, you will arrange for them to stay at the west gate. In addition, for the four camps, you will find a way to assign five doctors to each camp!"

After everything was explained, everyone followed Xia Qianxing.

The four recorders followed Jiang Fan, and they watched Jiang Fan arrange all the recruits at once. They looked at each other with complicated expressions.

They couldn't figure out what Jiang Fan wanted to do by sending these people out.

It’s not like it’s support, but it’s not support either. The work he makes these people do is really speechless.

After everything was arranged, Jiang Fan had the food distributed and sent a team of white-robed guards to deliver it.

Jiang Fan took out a pile of blueprints. Under the recorder's surprised gaze, he distributed the blueprints to several of his white-robed guards, and repeatedly instructed them to deliver the things to Dai Yunzong and his four men.

The drawings he wrote included not only the creation of various tools, but also the arrangements for various tasks.

With the abilities of Dai Yunzong and his three men, they should not let him down. Jiang Fan believed that by the time tomorrow came, work might have already started everywhere.

When it was noon and Jiang Fan had just finished his lunch, Xia Qianxing hurried over.

"Your Highness, we have collected a batch of feces and five hundred pots. What do you think?"

Jiang Fan nodded, and as Xia Qianxing rushed to the venue outside the west gate, Chu Chengxiong and Chu Chengrui looked at each other and felt a little nauseous.

Several recorders didn't want to go over, but their task was to follow Jiang Fan. Even though they knew the scene of boiling feces might be very heavy, they still had to follow.

When we arrived outside the west gate, we saw about three to four thousand people gathered in a simply fenced area, and some were coming back carrying feces.

In the middle of the field, there were containers filled with feces, and some half-dried feces were piled there. As soon as I entered the field, a foul smell hit my nose.

Even though they were prepared and had covered their mouths and noses with cloth, they could still smell it. Their stomachs churned and they almost vomited.

Jiang Fan suppressed his discomfort and walked to the center of the venue. The Chu brothers had no choice but to follow him. The four recorders looked at each other, looked at Jiang Fan sadly, and had to follow him.

Xia Qianxing was very calm. Apart from frowning at the beginning, he looked indifferent afterwards.

Jiang Fan had someone set up a pot, and under everyone's puzzled gaze, he began to cook the manure. For a moment, thick smoke rose up and the stench was overwhelming.

Even the disaster victims stayed far away, and several recorders couldn't stand the stench and also stayed far away.

Only Jiang Fan, the Chu brothers who accompanied him, and Xia Qianxing were there.

Looking at Jiang Fan boiling manure, Xia Qianxing shook his head. He felt that Jiang Fan was playing too extravagantly. In order to feed the villagers, he even thought of doing something like boiling manure.

However, he was more moved in his heart. At least, although Jiang Fan played wildly, it was for the good of the people.

Jiang Fan looked at the disaster victims around him at this time. He asked Xia Qianxing to let the victims follow him, set up the pot and cook manure, and do as he did.

At first, the victims were somewhat resistant, so Jiang Fan asked Xia Qianxing to tell them that the manure cooks were paid 50 wen a day, which was two and a half times more than the wages of ordinary workers.

A high salary would attract brave men, and many disaster victims rushed to cook the manure. Soon, 500 pots were set up.

For a moment, the entire venue was almost filled with stench and thick smoke. People who didn't know would think there was a fire here.

Time passed little by little. After about an hour and a half, Jiang Fan's pot of manure was slowly boiled dry, and there was a lot of white powder in it.