When Zhu Hongsan saw that Feng Ziyong was fine, he then asked, "Mr. Tong, how are you doing there?"

Tong Yangjia said: "The factory construction has been completed. The main problem at present is that the steel output cannot be increased. The production is just enough for us to use it ourselves, and there is really no extra sale to the outside.

Another issue is the raw material problem. The raw material is not available now, and we have bought 30% of the iron ore and coal in Guangzhou. The government's artillery factory will be shut down. What should I do about this matter?"

There is really no good solution to the raw material problem. There is a large iron ore from Hainan Island, that is, Qiongzhou Prefecture, but I can't stretch that long now.

Thinking of this, Zhu Hongsan said: "First order the factory to reduce weapon production, as long as the daily training loss is guaranteed. I have already told Liu Dali about the steel experiment, which has the same strength as that of 100 steel making. They can produce after the New Year, which will relieve some of the pressure."

Ma Mingyuan said from the side: "Lord, will this kind of pig iron be exported in large quantities fall into the hands of the enemy? I am afraid it will be detrimental to us in the future."

Zhu Hongsan smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir, this kind of pig iron can only be cast in one go. It will become very brittle if it is melted again and can be interrupted with stones."

Ma Mingyuan nodded and stopped talking.

Zhu Hongsan said to Qian Wanli: "Wanli, you need to contact the Folang Ji people and ask them to bring more rice. We can exchange porcelain and tea. At the same time, you contact the Zheng family and ask them if they want artillery. Five thousand taels of silver per door."

Ma Jiyuan said: "Lord, how can you sell such a powerful weapon to others?"

Zhu Hongsan said: "What I sell to them is an export type, and the range and firepower are not as far as we can use."

Zhu Hongsan continued: "Let Zheng Zhilong let our caravan go. Wanli you want to buy the goods to the north, and it is best to sell them to the Qing Dynasty. Do you know?"

When Zhu Hongsan saw Ma Jiyuan still wanted to speak, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, sir, don't sell it to the Qing Dynasty artillery, only to them iron pot kitchen knives. We use it to make money."

Zhu Hongsan said to Ma Fu: "Lao Ma should speed up the opening of shops in Guangdong and strive to have one in every county town. Our products should be sold to Guangxi, Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan, as long as you pay for anything, do you know Lao Ma?"

Ma Fu nodded to show his understanding.

The next one is the army. Zhu Hongsan said to Ma Jingyuan first: "San brother is ready. After the refugees come, we will recruit 3,000 new recruits and organize good people to train new recruits.

In this way, we have 6,000 people. I want to set up a regiment in the battalion, each regiment of 3,000 people, five musket battalions and one artillery battalion. Qian Yong and Zhao Guodong are the commanders of the first regiment and the second regiment, and the two battalion commanders were supplemented by Wang Jinbao and Han Shirong.

Qian Yong, Zhao Guodong, you should develop combat effectiveness as soon as possible after the recruits arrive. There may be a war next year."

Qian Yong and Zhao Guodong quickly expressed his opinion to ask the superior to rest assured.

Speaking of the military issues, Zhu Hongsan remembered the military uniforms and took out a piece of paper for Tong Yangjia, saying, "Mr. Tong is the soldier's new military uniform. It is best to outsource it. You can arrange for someone to go to the city to find a shop to make it. First, make ten thousand sets."

When Tong Yangjia heard this, he said, "It may not be possible to make ten thousand sets in the county town, so he has to go to the palace town to find them."

Zhu Hongsan said: "Let's go to the county town to find it first. Don't forget your own people if you have good things. Let everyone in the county say good things about us. In the future, the army's purchasing, military uniforms, daily necessities and other unimportant things will be outsourced, and our own factory will only produce weapons."

Tong Yangjia nodded to show that he understood.

Zhu Hongsan then asked, "Second cousin, is there any opera troupes in the county town?"

When Ma Jiyuan heard this, he thought Zhu Hongsan was going to do his job again and was about to speak. Zhu Hongsan hurriedly said, "Brother, don't be angry, I want to form a military band to play military music for the army every day, and show my military power."

When Ma Jiyuan heard Zhu Hongsan say this, he looked better.

Feng Ziyong said: "There is a troupe, and I will let them come tomorrow."

When Zhu Hongsan saw that all the questions were arranged, he said, "Sir, this year is our most important year. I hope everyone will work hard and work hard for a better future."

After the meeting, Zhu Hongsan left Tie Niu and asked him to develop a new musical instrument. Tie Niu said with a sad face: "Boss, I am a thug. I really don't know how to use musical instruments."

Zhu Hongsan thought about it and it was right, and it was really difficult for him to let him do it. Zhu Hongsan drew a few drawings of small, large, and trombone saxophone for him to experiment. It would be fine if it could be done or not.

The next day, Feng Ziyong brought the opera troupe that Zhu Hongsan wanted. When Zhu Hongsan went out, he saw that he was unconscious. More than 20 people, including men and women, were scared and stood at the door tremblingly.

Li Fugui said beside him: "Third Master, this is the opera troupe you want, and they are all delivered. There are a few actresses who are pretty good-looking."

This guy seemed to be wrong about his meaning. Zhu Hongsan thought of it, but he didn't explain it to him, saying, "Where is the headmaster, come in with me." The headmaster was an old man in his forties. He heard what Zhu Hongsan said and hurried into the house.

Zhu Hongsan asked: "What kind of musical instrument do you know?"

The troupe said, "Master, the villain knows erhu, suona, and slight drums. There are also people in the troupe who knows guzheng and pipa."

Zhu Hongsan said, "Take it in and show me a show."

The head of the troupe went out to greet people. After a while, seven or eight people came in, holding various musical instruments. The head of the troupe asked, "I wonder what the master wants to hear?"

"Let me listen to the song of Xijiangyue."

The group of people immediately played a Xijiang Yue Ci card, and Zhu Hongsan listened with relish, which was not bad.

Zhu Hongsan said, "Stop. I'll sing a song, and you can listen to whether you can compose a song." After that, Zhu Hongsan sang a sing of a target and returned from shooting.

The head of the Ban rolled his eyes when he heard it. The Ming Dynasty Cipai talked about gentleness and elegance. This is the first time I heard this modern and passionate song.

When Zhu Hongsan saw that the squad was creaking and he couldn't get it out, his face darkened and he became unhappy. This scared the squad. However, when he heard this master's method, County Magistrate Zhang asked his whole family to destroy the family. The key point was that the government would not pursue the matter after the matter was finished.

The troupe quickly knelt down and said, "Master, please spare me, I really don't know how to play this kind of song."

Zhu Hongsan was suppressing the fire. He knew it was a bit difficult to get them to make a score, so he said, "You try it first."

The head of the group had no choice but to greet a few musicians and began to play in imitation of Zhu Hongsan's tune.

The more Zhu Hongsan listened, the more he became, and he felt that he had heard it there, and he felt a familiar feeling. When he recalled, wasn’t this the tune that the National Army appeared when he was a child when he was a child. These guys turned their songs into pseudo-army and entered the village.

Zhu Hongsan stood up and shouted, "Don't fucking it. What are you doing to play?"

The troupe knelt down and shouted, "Master, we really don't know how you are."

While the troupe was shouting for help, someone rushed in outside. Zhu Hongsanyi saw that he was a little beauty, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a beautiful nose, a small cherry mouth, and a pink and white face. His exquisite figure was concave and convex. Whether it was the aesthetic view of the Ming Dynasty or later generations, he was a beauty.

Zhu Hongsan's eyes lit up, and he watched the woman enter the room and said, "Master, we are an ordinary opera troupe. We have never heard of the songs you sang. Let us go for the sake of my father's old and weak."

Zhu Hong looked at the beauty three-seeded person and said, "You can let you go. You have to stay with me and be my seventh concubine."

Unexpectedly, the head of the group immediately said, "Thank you, sir, I'll leave it to the master."

Unexpectedly, this group leader was so easy to talk, which made Zhu Hongsan feel like he was hitting in the air. He had already thought that the group leader would do whatever he wanted if he didn't agree, but he didn't expect to agree so quickly.

After Zhu Hongsan traveled through time, he dealt with the upper class. Although his family was not rich, Lieutenant Fengguo was definitely a senior in this society. He was even taller than the scholars in law.

When they grew up, they were all scholars, farmers, industrial and commercial workers, and the lowest were refugees. They didn’t know anything about these people in the entertainment industry at the bottom of society. You should know that at this time, the musicians were even more low-key than prostitutes and girls, and they were only ranked before those who took out manure.

Originally, the best result for the daughter of that group was to marry a Lihu, and the next generation would still be a Lihu. It is God's blessing to marry someone as a concubine, because good people look down on them at all.

Today, Zhu Hongsan took the initiative to propose that his daughter be a concubine, Coke, would ruin the group leader. At least his daughter's children would not have to be a petite family in the future.

When Zhu Hongsan saw the head of the team asking his daughter to serve the master well and serve his wife, he felt like he was deceived. Did he suffer a loss?
Chapter completed!