The north wind blows back and forth, and the spring is cold. Although the old city of Tianjin is bathed in the coldness of the small glacier after the festival, it can no longer stop the enthusiasm rising from the steam boiler.

The indigenous people in the city are accustomed to the non-stop operation of industrial gears all year round. Today, there are many young and old men who are eager to go to work on the fifth and seventh day of the new year. After all, no matter what society, there will always be many poor people. In the factory every year

With the double salary, the poor people have no choice.

Industrialization is pervasive. From the day it landed on the sea, it has eroded everything in the local area.

Nowadays, in the old city that looks like bricks and painted beams, many "new" gadgets have appeared unknowingly. From the dragon dung road in front of the big family's house to the glazed vegetable shed outside the city; from the three old brand matches in the hands of smokers

, to the three-jointed leather shoes on the feet; from the Tie Ting milk canned New Year gift, to the series of cosmetics of the brand.

These things are subtle and silent, bit by bit, changing the lives of the indigenous people, their thoughts, and even the fate of the nation.

Early in the morning, in the north of Tianjin, Coal Lane.

The old Coal Lane, which the indigenous people are familiar with, has changed. The coal factory, coal black men, and coal pullers who have been here for generations have now been rounded up and transferred collectively to work in the coal washing plant outside the city.

The beggars who had been stationed at the entrance of the alley all year round no longer tolerated it, and they all went to the distance. Nowadays, in the city where all the travelers are entrenched, beggars will never be allowed to have such an awesome profession.

Coal Lane, a place that used to be dark and always filled with black dust, has been transformed into a small business park.

Early this morning, shortly after the workers started work, several carriages stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Luxurious coachmen in full leather jackets and hats, glass windows with reflective film, four-wheeled carriages with matte black paint, and even the Flying Tiger Camp cavalry riding tall horses with lances stuck to their sides, all of this...

It all heralds the arrival of big shots from the Cao Group.

After the car stopped, the guards wearing various winter clothes got out of the car first. Immediately afterwards, several passers-by wearing woolen coats also bowed their heads and got off the ground from the opened car door.

The person riding in the same car as Mr. Feng Jun and Mr. Feng Ge was naturally the newly appointed mayor Yao Jianshe.

"Come on, come on, this way."

Yao Jianshe, a local snake who took office as a new official, consciously led the research team to act as a tour guide after getting off the bus: "On the left are the match factory and the sock factory; on the right are the screw factory and the bean product factory."

Stepping on the flat brick floor and looking at the factory buildings built with stone strips on both sides, Feng Jun nodded: "Well, the factory building is well repaired."

In the difficult early days of time travel, it can be said that each time traveler has a special purpose and multiple uses. Feng Jun, who originally studied logistics, was forced to participate in a lot of infrastructure construction such as factories. Now he is fully qualified as a contractor.

level.

"The blue strips of stone here in the north were originally not valuable. Thanks to us, the infrastructure construction has raised the price of the stone."

"This is an old trick. Real estate drives the upstream and downstream industrial chains."

"Haha, we want to build infrastructure on both sides of the ocean, and we will probably have to work on it for our grandchildren. It's such a long way to go!"

"Yeah. It's scary to think about it!"

The group of people joked and walked into the row factory building on the left.

In a bright factory building with large windows, a few huge simplified Chinese characters are painted in thick red paint on one wall: Fireworks are strictly prohibited. On the other wall, there are two rows of red paint slogans: Eat the boss's stable food and be the boss.

caring person.

There are hundreds of workers, sitting in a neat row behind a long table with no end in sight, lowering their heads and concentrating on looking at matchboxes.

Although there are so many people, the factory is very quiet. Only when the delivery workers pack the boxes of good matches, there will be a soft "crash" sound.

As a link in the match industry chain that was first promoted by Traveler in various places, Feng Jun is extremely familiar with the Lake Carton project.

Walking randomly to a work station, Feng Jun picked up a piece of exterior drawing paper and looked at it carefully in the sunshine.

The small rectangular drawing paper is an advertising paper used to stick on matchboxes. The quality of the paper is rough, and the pattern on it is not even color-printed. It is just a cityscape sketched with red ink lines.

In the upper right corner of the picture, there are three trademarks in simplified Chinese characters: Laolongtou.

Putting down the drawing paper, Feng Jun picked up an unfinished paper box with two fingers and twisted the red phosphorus ignition strip on the box.

After scanning these things at a glance, Feng Jun was noncommittal. In his opinion, this was the simplest Tianjin local match brand package with no highlights.

Finally, Feng Jun stretched out his fingers, dipped a little yellow slurry into the large porcelain bowl on the table, carefully twisted it, and observed the concentration of flour particles in the slurry.

After this action, Feng Jun's expression finally relaxed: "Is there enough food? Have you tried shipping some glue?"

"If we want to maintain our own business, the food stored in the sea will be enough."

When Yao Jianshe said this, he laughed: "As for glue, don't make jokes. Now even three acids, two alkalis, and red phosphorus are used intermittently. Where can we get chemical glue?"

Feng Jun nodded when he heard this: "It is extremely dangerous and troublesome to transport materials such as acid phosphorus by sea. We still need to focus on localization."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jun realized the problem: "Well, the situation here is unstable. The chemical plant is not safe outside the city. It is difficult to deal with an accident in the city."

Yao Jianshe spread his hands and gave a wry smile: "That's right. You see, northern cities are in such a difficult situation right now. There are too many factors that restrict economic development."

The chaotic Ming Dynasty is now on the eve of a volcanic eruption. Even if Feng Jun is the elder, he cannot solve the risk problem in the industrial layout. So in the end he can only sigh: "Oh, there is no way, just hold on for two more years.

Let’s wait until the situation becomes clearer.”

After exchanging information in a few words, the inspection team took another step and looked along the long work line.

When he almost reached the end of the factory building, Feng Jun randomly named a worker who was working and planned to chat with him.

The workshop director wearing leather shoes on the side saw the elder's actions and immediately understood the meaning. He patted the worker on the shoulder and asked him to turn around: "The elder is a close friend of Marshal Cao. If you ask questions, please answer them properly!"

Unexpectedly, the worker who looked like he had broad shoulders and a broad back turned around and turned out to be a disabled man who had lost both legs.

After being slightly surprised, Feng Jun became interested and asked kindly: "What's your name?"

He supported the bench with his remaining hands, bowed and saluted, and then the worker replied: "Go back to the boss, little Ping Agui."

"Well, how long have you been working in the factory? How much is your salary? How many people are there in your family?"

Before Ping Agui appeared on the scene, he was a porter on the Tianjin pier. Then one day, his legs were crushed by an overturned truck, and he eventually became severely disabled.

Ping Agui's wife died early. When something happened to him, he and his two young children were starving to death in minutes.

Fortunately, at this time, Chuan Chuan Zhong had already begun to deploy in Tianjin. Fortunately, Ping Agui first found a job in the Dahaozi camp, cleaning and disinfecting floors to earn a living. Later, the match factory opened, and he transferred to Hu.

Paper box.

Today's match factory is a high-tech enterprise, and its level is by no means lower than that of Foxconn in later generations. After Ping Agui, a disabled man, was given the job by the nobles, he not only survived himself, but also raised two cubs.

"My eldest son worked as a stove-burning apprentice in a shipyard a few years ago, and my family is much more spacious."

When Ping Agui talked about this, his eyes suddenly turned red. He leaned on the bench and kowtowed to the air again and again, and said loudly: "Marshal Cao will be a prince for generations. In the next life, even if I work as a cow or a horse, I will repay the kindness of the Marshal!"

Since the time travel, the time-travelers have experienced similar scenes many times, so everyone's emotions have always remained stable. Not only that. When everyone came out of the factory not long after, Feng Jun also specifically told Yao Jianshe: "Ideological enlightenment

You must not stop at work and treat it as a top priority!"

Seeing Yao Jianshe nodding, Feng Jun was worried and added cautiously: "Not only you, but all of us who have traveled through time must not take it lightly. This thing is life and death. Don't let Emperor Cao ascend the throne by then. The basic base of the working class here is

Even if I can't comfort you, you will all suffer."

"I know." Yao Jianshe's expression was equally cautious: "We have been working hard to expand our base, and at the same time we have not relaxed our efforts to penetrate the power of the gentry."

"That's good."

Feng Jun tightened his collar in the cold wind: "Although the work in the north is difficult, it still needs to be done."

"Yes, you can see the representative at noon."

"Oh? That's good, I'm very interested."

After the conversation, the research team has already begun to observe the next enterprise: the sock factory.

Next, Feng Ge worked non-stop and spent the morning investigating all four modern enterprises in Meizi Lane and gave many valuable opinions and suggestions.

After the investigation was completed, at nearly noon, the new Yao Futai gave the order, and the convoy set off. The research team went straight to the Yanxi Building for a working meal that had been arranged.

Yanxi Restaurant is a high-end restaurant jointly funded by the city government, Tianjin Railway Station, Feihuying and other units. It is located at the most prosperous Shiziqiao entrance in the old city of Tianjin.

This brick-and-concrete restaurant was completely built and decorated according to the standards of later generations. It is a stage for displaying new life and a designated reception place for high-level people in Tianjin. Its interior is luxuriously decorated and full of monitoring equipment. It is also an important work of Tianjin Station to collect public opinion.

place.

Today, in front of the Yanxi Tower, there were already a group of progressive people in mink and jade, waiting for Mr. Feng to arrive.

As soon as Yaofutai ushered Mr. Feng Ge out of the car, a group of indigenous people with smiling faces came to greet them. At the same time, the music group that had been prepared also played joyful welcome music, and the scene lasted for a while.

The excitement was so great that the goddess was left to scatter flowers and loess on the street.

Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, Yao Jianshe first introduced to Feng Jun the leading indigenous guest. This man was in his fifties, had a rich face, and was kind-hearted. He was wearing a hat, a suit and a three-piece suit of trousers. At first glance, he could not be more advanced.

: "This is Mei Qianhu, president of the Tianjin branch of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, original shareholder of the winery and tannery, and an old friend of our commander!"

"It turns out to be Mei Qianhu, whom I have admired for a long time!"

"Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. Minister Feng's position is in Tianjin, which is really a blessing to our Tianjin business community!"

After some pleasantries, the second old man with a goatee, wearing a new machine-made high-grade cashmere tie, and silver-rimmed glasses was pushed to the front desk: "This is the second-ranked Jinshi in Taichang, the former governor of Huzhou and Changzhou.

Mr. Cen Xiong Cen."

"Old Cen's mansion, I have admired you for a long time!"
Chapter completed!