Before Wang Hou traveled through time, the American devils were forming a group because of the legacy of slavery, and even involved the founding president of the US imperialist empire and Lord Washington.

Washington is really a bit unfair because he was an active promoter of abolition during his lifetime. It can be said that he was on the same front as black slaves. However, only half of his abolitionist's demands came from the concept of equality with everyone, and the other half was that he believed from the bottom of his heart that slavery was an extremely backward and inefficient mode of production. In order to support his slaves, he had to spend all his output on several acres of land!

Indeed, slavery is extremely inefficient. And when you watch slaves work, you have to be at least one-third of the guards of the slaves to guard them. From time to time, you have to have a headache about slaves running away. Don’t ask Wang Hou how he knew! He tried to implement slavery in the steel center in Ma'anshan, using the Wuhuan and the Goguryeo as slaves to mine coal mines. Now his steel center has become a employed system again.

It has to be admitted that the employment system still has some effect. Although it is still forced labor, the labor efficiency of Goguryeo prisoners of war and Wuhuan prisoners who have money is much higher. This is the same for the Huns. No matter who Huchuquan found someone to mine, after transporting the hoe and shovel and 100,000 stones of grain to Jiuyuan, Wang Hou even sent people to prospect. In early June, the first batch of Jiuyuan Yuan coal was sent to Guihua City.

Then, the stagnant city regained its vitality!

Coal is really the black blood of industry! Although I don’t know how many red seals were stamped on Wang Hou’s head in the later generations, the clay dug out of the grassland turned into bricks in the rolling black smoke, and then the new naturalized city of naturalization was covered with a layer of red armor.

The Ming Dynasty's Guihua City was called Daqing City. Because its walls showed a blue light, the Xianbei people's Guihua City can be called Dahong City. The layers of red bricks are covered with red bricks, which are particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the sunlight.

Although the construction of the city was stagnant, the "hungry" commercial gentry had already started to act, and Ke Bineng had already prepared and gave Wang Hou 100,000 fine wool sheep. In fact, he got at least 600,000 fine wool sheep from the Qiang people. Anyway, it was stolen by war, and it didn't cost Ke Bineng a penny. In the past month, the cut wool accumulated a thick layer like the snowflakes.

Xianbei men are only responsible for grazing, but women can be drawn out. Wang Hou’s wool farm can be called a female factory, because most of the people working here are Xianbei women, and very few of them still have no ability to graz and fight wars. The despised old man is taking advantage of his remaining energy here.

Later labor organizations also had to stamp Wang Hou's forehead with a red seal. Under the mud-burned stove, the red carbon fire was also filled with light smoke. In the black pot, the water from the Daheihe River was churning, and the wool that had been piled up for more than a month was boiled. The excess oil, garbage, and debris were boiled layer by layer. They resisted the smell and smell of boiling wool. The old men regarded as burdens of tribes as burdens were stirred in the pot with big sticks, and the wool that had been mixed together began to become white.

These forced whitening wool were transported by these elderly workers to a pile of felt bags temporarily built in the north of Guihua City. This was a cotton-furnished table, and a professional Han cotton-furnished wool was specially designed to be fluffy with a large bow. Several Xianbei women sat cross-legged in the felt bags, shaking the spinning wheel in one hand and pulling the ropes in the other hand. Inch by inch, they pulled out the slender but tough wool from the pile of cooked fluffy wool.

Originally, these wools were worthless, but even farmers would not pay attention to it after the sheep were wool in summer. However, now they have become soft and white threads, dyed with color and textiles, which are wool! Later generations of wool-faced coats and windbreakers are made of this thing!

In other words, Wang Hou has created money out of thin air when he was thrown away as garbage.

On the other hand, the pillar industry milk powder factory in Wang Hou’s plan also started production simultaneously.

In the past, nomads used to feed milking within a day or two, and then process it into dairy products in one breath. In fact, many livestock groups were not squeezed at all. Now, this part of the dairy products has also been used by Wang Hou.

The nearby departments were complaining because early in the morning, the messengers from Guihua City would scatter in large trucks, and each household had to pay two buckets of goat milk and two buckets of milk, which added a lot of work to each household.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, these messengers responsible for collection returned to the milk powder farm located in the west of Guihua City.

Here, hundreds of large black pots were placed on the stove, and coal fire was burned under the stove, but it was different from directly adding coal to the stove. How long can it last? The heat here was a special point. It had to be kept burning, and it could not be heated for hundreds of degrees in one breath. The pot was burned red, and then the milk of cows and goats would be burned. Several masters transferred from the bone porcelain kiln were responsible for guiding the fire. Each pot was kept burning to sixty or seventy degrees, but it was not boiling yet. Then add the white sugar imported from the island city and stir it with a big hammer.

This is really a tiring job. It takes a full day to cook until the evening, when the milk at the bottom of the pot is so sticky that it becomes solid milk candy. It can only be served and placed on the temporary earthen kang to dry. What comes out is hard and sweet milk pieces.

However, these milk pieces are hard and large, so they are still not suitable for eating or carrying them directly. The milk pieces made must be taken out and ground with large stones and grinded outside, and finally ground into the flour coarseness, so that the milk powder Wang Hou wanted will be made.

Although this output is a bit small, you can earn more than 10,000 barrels of cow and goat milk a day, and you can produce more than 100 stones of milk powder in the end, and only more than 30,000 stones a year. However, this thing is a high-calorie food. One stone of milk powder has enough protein calories to be equivalent to ten stones of wheat. Although it is impossible to eat this thing as a meal every day, it is enough to use it as military rations!

Genghis Khan's army brought this kind of milk powder and military rations and rushed to the Danube in one breath! This thing is a good product, whether it is a businessman or a marching man.

In other words, you can sell it to Mr. Cao and make a big bucket of gold from his father-in-law!

But capitalists always have their own worries. Seeing the three pillar industries of Guihua City fully unfolding, squatting on the city tower while baking lamb chops in the sunset, Wang Hou's old face kept sucking.

Now his mind still echoed with the words Fu Luohan a few days ago.

Ke Bineng! He is a branch leader and is a wolf king! He cannot share the power to others! Cooperating with him is tantamount to seeking a sword with a wolf!

But now, he had a battle with Ke Bien, and saw that there were coal and bricks. Ke Bien seemed to have a higher heart and asked Wang Hou to build a Shanyu mansion for him in the center of the city to stabilize his power with buildings.

But Wang Hou refused! Now Guihua City is the time to make profits. The most urgent thing is not to show off, but to use the first real money to stabilize the morale of the army!

In the end, Wang Hou's opinion overwhelmed Ke Bineng. This famous leader of the Xianbei was not that inhumane!

Just when Wang Hou was thinking about it, a jingle camel bell suddenly rang. Under the sunset, an extremely huge caravan rushed over, causing Wang Hou to raise his head suddenly and look down at the city. His eyes couldn't help but glar.

He did launch a caravan from Liaodong and rushed here. The problem is that the caravan of one or two thousand people came from the west!

Hell?
Chapter completed!