There were three oil lamps in front of Chen Mu, and the cotton thread was soaked in oil and cotton, which was swaying a faint fire. In Chen Mu's misty eyes, the color of silver.

Two bulky pocket watches are alternately winded, and they are placed in front of the oil lamp on the table to record the time. Even now, pocket watches are still rare.

The structure of escapement can be found in ancient astronomical machinery, not to mention the ready-made structures flowing in from the West, so it is not difficult to make. The difficulty lies in large quantities of production. Due to the limitations of materials, it has never been able to be made in large quantities.

Until Annan and the end of the Myanmar war, a large amount of Burmese iron was imported into the South China Sea. In addition to supporting the military supplies of the fused guns, a part of them still flowed into the people for various craftsmanship.

At this point, there was a watch shop in Nanyang, producing half a table-sized clock. Occasionally, a few valuable pocket watches were made to sell to nobles, but their bulky shape like an iron discus was not popular.

Not to mention others, even Chen Mu never puts a pocket watch on his body. Even if he uses it on his own, he will stuff it into his personal soldiers' backpack - a weight of more than two pounds can help him lose any noble person's thoughts in his heart.

Not to mention that there are still problems with the watch these days, so I will not leave as I walk. I have to work hard before using it.

"I haven't opened the window for a long time, and I'll ventilate it, and the tincture oil cannot be burned. The dirty things inside will make people sick."

Du Song did not have the firm will of Chen Mu staring at the flames for half an hour. When he heard the order, he quickly opened the window for breathing. However, Yang Fan and several merchants under the Beiyang Military Administration were very excited when they looked at the oil lamps, and kept saying which one was strong and which one was clean.

The window was opened to give the merchants in the house a breath. Chen Mu walked directly to the corridor outside the side hall door and stood for a while before entering the hall again. He knew that improper burning of turmeric oil would produce carbon monoxide, but at this time the amount of turmeric oil used in the oil lamp was very small and he would not be poisoned.

He told Xu Jue the truth a few days ago that the God of Wealth is going to be out of food now. He built the yamen and schoolyards and recruited soldiers to pay. He has spent all the silver transported to him in Nanyang. In the new year, the shipping in Nanyang has not been delivered yet. Even if it is delivered, it will be included in the Beiyang Military Mansion and will be escorted to the Ministry of Revenue. He has no right to control the money.

If he didn't make a special trip to Gao Gong to write official documents and transfer silver, the help Nanyang could provide him would only be part of the food rations of tens of thousands of soldiers, which was enough rice tubes.

In early April, Japan transported two lucky ships of silver, lead, tin and a small amount of gold. After only one hand in his Beiyang warehouse, he was asked to go by Wang Guoguang, the Minister of Revenue who was preparing for bank affairs. More than 10,000 new soldiers and recruits from the huge Beiyang were opened, and there were only 30,000 taels of silver on the books. It was obvious that it was not far from being able to leave the pot.

The expedition was about to come, and the food and wages were not yet settled, so Chen Mu was left with only one road to open up the source of resources. The oil lamp burning on the table was the products he was preparing to launch to the market - kerosene and kerosene lamps.

The most important thing he gained was that there were many lands in Beiyang. When the military government was first established, he submitted a five-year plan to focus on military and economy to the cabinet, and won large areas of wasteland and coasts along the Bohai Sea. In addition to the horse farms, military weapons bureaus and shipyards directly under the military government, he also summoned local merchants to open wood factories, oil pressing factories, oil refineries, pottery factories, and brick burning factories.

At present, in this area, except for the Changlu official salt farm and the iron plant in Zunhua Kuaiguanzhang, 40% of the emerging and unopened large factories have official stocks, which will be the largest investment for the Beiyang Military Office in the future.

As Chen Mu was breathing in the corridor outside the side hall, Zhao Shizhen entered the yamen from outside and disbanded the army he was following at the yamen. After inquiring about Chen Mu walking quickly over there, he bowed from a distance.

Chen Mu asked, "Have the ship been sent to His Majesty?"

"Return to the Grand Marshal, I sent him to Tianjin to load the ship. Four small boat models, Caoyun and Jinyi took over, and Xu Gong brought a small flag soldier to escort him." Zhao Shizhen sent the four small boats for dozens of miles, and was exhausted both physically and mentally. He bowed and asked Chen Mu, "Why did the Beiyang Shipyard open and build four small boats eight-foot-long boats!"

Chen Mu didn't dare to send the old madman to deliver a boat to the emperor. The one who led the troops to escort the boat was Zhao Shizhen and Yue's son Xu Zhenming.

"Don't underestimate the eight-foot boat. It's Wanli, Taiyue, Nantang, Shuanglin. There are many shipyards in the world. Only Beiyang and Nanyang can build these four ships." Chen Mu certainly knew that the Beiyang shipyard was building a ship model, and smiled and said, "Just let the Beiyang ship craftsmen be familiar with the shape of the ship, the size is different but the structural technology is the same, and they are more skilled in building new ships."

Chen Mu was talking on the corridor, but Du Song shouted behind the window: "Shuai Ye, it's finally gone, the turbulent oil is gone."

"oh?"

Chen Mu raised his hand to Zhao Shizhen, ignored him and walked into the hall quickly. Several merchants gave him a way to see the oil lamp, picked up the porcelain lamp pot and looked at the bottom of the pot, leaving a thick layer of burning stains.

The merchant surnamed Liu from Jinghai smiled at Chen Mu and said, "Master, this tincture oil cannot be used to burn. It is not good for everyone to burn it."

As he said that, he looked at another lamp. The lamp burned in the lamp was the lamp oil that was normally used in this era. It was vegetarian oil, that is, oil extracted from sesame and other plants. This was the one in their business. The oil burned at this time was naturally their business and was most concerned about it.

"I know that lighting the lamp is wasted with tinder oil, but I just want to see how wasteful he is." As he said that, Chen Mu looked at the pocket watch on the table, took the paper and pen to record the time, and then pointed to another kerosene lamp that was distilled with tinder oil and said: "This one is pretty good. How valuable is the lamp oil of Liu Zhangguin, what is the market value?"

"A pound of five to six cents of silver, depending on the distance, the value is slightly different."

"One pound, five cents, one hundred pounds." Chen Mu nodded slowly, turned to Yang Fan and asked: "How much kerosene can the refinery produce in one day?"

Yang Fan was a mine owner who was almost forced to become a rebel in Qingyuan in his early years. Later, he sold private salt and went to sea to do business. After making some money, he wanted to come to Beiyang to repay his kindness. Chen Mu stayed behind to hold an official position in the military mansion, specializing in managing the commercial affairs from Zunhua Iron Factory to Dagukou under the rule of Beiyang. At the same time, he also had a fleet of seven lucky ships, shuttled between the Bohai Sea to purchase commercial goods.

"If the tincture oil is enough, it can be roasted more than a thousand kilograms in a day. At present, there are two main ways of tincture oil, one from Sichuan to Sichuan and the other from Sumatra to sea. They only transport books. The baking craftsmen have figured out that as long as the transportation volume increases, the output can also be raised."

Yang Fan had already remembered the situation in his heart, and he picked it up at this time and said, "If you measure enough, you should have three thousand pounds a day."

Regardless of Sumatra or the oil field in Sichuan, tincture oil has no other use except as military supplies. It is quite cheap. It is less than 100 kilograms of kilograms of money to buy locally. You can buy it as long as you have a shipping money.

Chen Mu calculated it in his mind, which is a low-cost, low-yield deal in itself.

If you go to sea to calculate the loss and money of the ship's lack of chance of floating on the ship, then remove the oil factory and divide it into seven points. The end of the flow of less than 100,000 kilograms and 2 taels into the military mansion. If you calculate this, the military mansion can have more than 10,000 kilograms in a year.

"It's pretty good. Manager Liu, vegetarian oil is edible, and the cost is high. This kerosene is inedible, and the cost is also low. A hundred pounds and four ounces. Are you interested in selling this in Tianjin and Beijing? I also have kerosene lamps, kerosene lighters and various types of tile oil bottles that are specially prepared for cooking, which are all good deals."
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