Chapter 142 Rail Mine Cart

More than half a month has passed since the capture of Changsong Fortress, and all the people and supplies sent by the fortress and the five families in the western region have also arrived.

After the establishment of the Ministry of Agriculture, the new year's spring plowing finally began. This was Roland's first step in exploring farming techniques. The serfs saw the dawn of being promoted to free people, and all of them worked hard. The sight of supervisors waving their whips to urge serfs to work has almost disappeared on the south bank of the Chishui River. Individual serfs found that even if they were lazy, no one would control them. According to the city hall officials who carried strange tools in the fields to measure , the lord does not care about the harvest of one or two fields, and the serfs will be farming for themselves in the future, and those who cultivate more will get more.

It's not that the officials of the Ministry of Agriculture are so excellent that they have fully understood the principle of distribution according to work, but that Roland asked them to repeat these contents to the serfs. In order to strengthen the effect of indoctrination and satisfy the prince's own feelings, red flags were planted on the banks of the Chishui River, and banners were pulled up, which read "Labor is the only way to get rich", "Labor is glorious", "Labor leads to freedom, and labor changes destiny." "Wait for the slogan.

Of course, these measures are not without objections. For example, Barov was the first to stand up and object.

"Your Highness, what you are doing is meaningless. Most of the serfs are illiterate, so they don't care what is written on the banners. These people are ignorant and ignorant. Sometimes the whip doesn't work, let alone some seemingly inexplicable Word."

And Roland's answer was also very simple, "Those banners were not for them to read."

"Then why do you still do these things?" The assistant to the minister seemed quite confused at the time.

"To be a living example."

He never believed that serfs were stupid and unreformable people. Just because they were uneducated, it didn't mean they had no ideas. No matter how stupid people are, they will also be driven by desire and profit. This is human nature. The repeated indoctrination of the Commissioner of the Ministry of Agriculture seems to have little effect, but it will leave an introduction in their hearts, like a trickle of water, which will eventually converge into one . When the first batch of serfs were promoted to free people, when they exchanged abundant crops for money, and bought high-quality clothes, exquisite food, and even solid and warm brick houses, the slogans repeated over and over again suddenly became reality, deeply deeply imprinted in their hearts.

As for the banners on the shore, they are for the townspeople who have received universal education.

Relying on one's own hands to get rid of poverty, becoming an official member of Border Town, and possibly even surpassing oneself as an aboriginal, this is the power of hard work.

Only by comparing can you feel the gap, and only by actively pursuing can the individual's efficiency be maximized.

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Iron Head stood at the entrance of the mine, waiting for a new round of mining.

Ever since his face was scalded by the high temperature steam during the Demon Moon, he never dared to stand near this black machine again.

Fortunately, there was a kind and angelic Miss Nana in Border Town, who touched her intact cheek with iron head, feeling deeply moved. Fortunately, I still suspected that the other party was a minion of the devil at the time, which was simply a blasphemy against her. After the winter ended, he specially brought two salted fish and a wild boar leg, and went to Pine's house to apologize.

What surprised him even more was that although Tiggy Payne was a viscount, he didn't have the habit of nobles who like to look at people with their noses, so he graciously accepted his apology. For the first time, Tietou felt that the nobles were not all ruthless guys.

"Old Tie," said a miner covered in ashes who ran out of the cave, "the rope has been tied."

"Well," he turned his head and shouted in the direction of the steam engine, "Stay away, everyone! Flack, lift up the green lever, and then press the red lever! If you make a mistake, I'll screw your head off!"

"Don't worry, Tie Lao, take care of me!" Flack replied loudly.

After sending Nail to join the First Army in the town, Iron Head changed to another person to operate the steam engine. In the first few days, Flack often mistook the sequence of the levers, causing the air supply pipe to burst, and he was often beaten by him. Fortunately, His Royal Highness did not care about this matter, not only sent someone to replace the damaged parts, but also did not fine them money.

With the opening of the air intake gate, the steam engine spewed majestic white air, and the main wheel slowly rotated, driving the winch, and stretching the hemp rope straight.

"Cheer up! Stare at the hemp rope, look carefully!" Tie Tou yelled.

In addition to the steam engine, the method of mining in the mine has also changed.

His Royal Highness ordered the craftsmen to cut the sections of wood into long strips, lay them end to end in the mining area, and then stuff them into the wooden square under the two wooden strips. At first glance, it looks like a lattice composed of many pieces of wood.

His Highness called it a wooden rail transportation system, a very convoluted name, and it doesn’t look complicated, but with a special mine cart, hey! That's really a snap. Usually it takes three or four days to carry ore, and several mine carts are connected together, and the steam engine can pull them all out in one go.

Iron Head has specially observed this kind of four-wheeled trailer running on wooden rails. Its whole body is made of iron, and this one alone is worth a lot. The key to being able to move on narrow wooden strips without falling off is its wheels. There is an enlarged rim inside each small iron wheel, which firmly restricts the mine cart to the wooden rails. A square iron basin is placed on the wheel, with curved grooves in the front and back, which can be strung together with hemp rope.

He couldn't help admiring the ingenuity of His Royal Highness, such a simple design can make mine transportation so simple. Before that, dragging these dead ores out of the mine was the most time-consuming and labor-intensive task.

However, this system is not perfect. For example, on the fifth day of use, two sections of wooden rails were crushed, and then several pieces were broken one after another. After His Royal Highness wrapped the tops of all the wooden rails with a layer of iron sheet, it got better.

In addition, there was an accident in the mine where the hemp rope broke. Iron Ax still has lingering fears when he thinks about it. Originally, according to regulations, only four mine carts were pulled at a time when transporting ore out of the hole. On the day of the accident, the miners were greedy and connected all six mine carts together. As a result, the hemp rope with thick arms suddenly cracked and rebounded halfway. A part of the knife hit a fellow standing next to Iron Tou, breaking his arm in two and breaking several ribs. The minecart slid down the track, knocking down two people and breaking the legs of one hapless one.

Fortunately, Tie Tou knew what to do in such a situation, so he immediately organized his staff to transport the injured to Viscount Tigu's residence. As long as they didn't die on the spot, Miss Nana could restore them to their original state.

"Old Tie, the car is out!" shouted the man staring at the entrance of the cave.

"Frack, turn off the steam engine after ten breaths, pay attention to the order!" Iron Head ordered loudly.

"Okay!"

The four mine carts slowly stopped at the end of the wooden track, and he walked over to record the shipments and varieties. The stones in the first two carts are reddish brown, and this is also the iron ore that the mine produces the most. The stones in the third cart were gray and yellow, and they should be copper mines. When he saw the fourth cart, he was stunned. There did not seem to be such stones in the previous records: they were dark brown in color, reflecting a dim light in the sunlight. Metallic luster.

Another unknown mineral type, Iron Head shook his head, the tunnels in the north slope mine were criss-crossed, and inexplicable things could often be dug out. He drew a cross on the paper and asked people to send all the ore to the storage yard. As for whether this pile of black stones will be sent into the furnace, it has nothing to do with him. (To be continued.)