However, what is worthy of praise is that Ma Chao's property is quite large.
There are facilities such as a forge house, an armory, a residence for craftsmen, and sentry guards.
After a round of inspection, most of the day has passed, and the sun has already set.
To the west.
Han Feng looked exhausted, and Ma Chao, who was sick, was even more exhausted.
Although it is spring now, the forge is like a sauna, which can dry people out.
Ma Chao and Han Feng looked like two big steamed buns just out of the cage with their faces covered in sweat.
After walking around for a while, Ma Chao's face was covered with dirt, and his fair and greasy face had mud marks washed out by sweat.
Ma Chao felt very heavy at this time.
Compared with the tiredness in his heart, the fatigue in his body was nothing.
Standing under the shade of the trees in the courtyard, I looked around.
The place where I had high hopes and ambitions before I came here turned out to be a mess with loopholes everywhere.
An indescribable feeling of weightlessness emerged from the bottom of my heart: I still thought of time travel too simply, thinking that I could change the world with concepts and technologies that were thousands of years ahead.
It was really too fanciful.
More realistically, if he hadn't traveled through time, his strength would have increased inexplicably, and he would have inherited the martial arts skills of Jin Ma Chao in history.
Let alone conquering the Qiang people and fending off the bandits, it would be hard to even survive.
Thinking that Fufeng County is now riddled with holes and problems, Ma Chao's heart becomes even more sinking.
Seeing Ma Chao's dejection, Han Feng couldn't help but said weakly: "Young Master, Han Feng is useless and has made the Young Master unhappy."
Looking at the quartermaster he promoted from the Criminal Cavalry Battalion, to be honest, Ma Chao was very satisfied with Han Feng's work.
Even though there is still a lot of room for reform in this iron shop, Han Feng has never complained to himself before, nor has he made any demands.
He relied entirely on one person to locate this iron shop in Fufeng County and return it to Fufeng County.
Make it planned.
Thinking of this, Ma Chao did not want to dampen Han Feng's work enthusiasm and said warmly: "Han Feng, it's not that you are useless.
On the contrary, you have done a good job.
I am just a little tired."
How could Han Feng, such a smart person, not hear what Ma Chao said?
He knelt on the ground and said with tears: "Young Master, since I entered the criminal cavalry camp, I never thought that today would happen again.
Thanks to the young master's persistence, I not only got rid of my slave status, but also took charge of all the young master's properties.
Han Feng will always keep this great kindness in mind.
If the young master thinks that Han Feng has done something wrong, just say it.
Come out, Han Feng is willing to fight and punish."
"Han Feng, what are you doing?"
Ma Chao hurriedly helped Han Feng up, but due to his heavy illness, he couldn't pull him up for a while.
But Han Feng struggled not to get up and continued: "Young Master, you don't know that the brothers in the Criminal Cavalry Camp have always remembered your kindness and expressed their willingness to repay it with their lives.
Ling Ming and Brother Chou said so.
I won’t say it, but when the three of them rarely get together, they all express their gratitude to the young master for his promotion.
Also, Since you went deep into the hinterland of the grassland alone, you have been brave enough to seek peace for the people of Fufeng, and then used clever tactics to drive away the bandits.
The people of Fufeng County have provided you with the longevity memorial arch.
You are now our punishment cavalry camp, The Xiliang cavalry and the gods in the hearts of the people of Fufeng must not underestimate themselves."
Hearing Han Feng's words, Ma Chao couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and said weakly: "A certain person is really so awesome."
Han Feng had been following Ma Chao for a long time, so he naturally understood the meaning of that awesomeness.
Hearing what the young master said, he also knew that the young master had changed his mind.
He couldn't help but replied impassionedly: "Young master, you are so awesome."
"Okay" Ma Chao responded loudly, the stubbornness in his heart completely aroused arrogance and pride: I, Ma Chao, came through time to overcome all obstacles and shake history.
What does a small iron shop mean?
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This chaotic scene in front of me is just a pebble under my feet.
With so many brothers under my command, why should we be so decadent here?
We need to transform the Ma family in Xiliang and create a grand atmosphere of competing for world hegemony."
Thinking of this, Ma Chao ignored the pink ash in his hands, combed the long hair of his shawl, and said loudly to Han Feng: "Bring me the roster of this iron shop, let me see which craftsmen you have hired. " "Roster" Han Feng heard Ma Chao's tone and immediately reacted smartly.
The young master wanted to see the iron shop's "registration list" and wanted to get a feel for the family first.
Han Feng stood up quickly and replied: "Young Master, I do have the official registration book, but I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to get it."
Hearing what Han Feng said, Ma Chao immediately understood: It turned out that he had made another mistake.
There were so many craftsmen in the iron shop, and the roster would probably cost a lot of bamboo slips.
If Han Feng were to move there, it would probably be dark.
So Ma Chao immediately suggested: "Okay, let's go to your office and look through it."
Entering Han Feng's office, wooden filing cabinets are lined up in rows.
There is no mildew smell in this place where sunlight is rarely seen on weekdays.
Ma Chao reached out and touched the top of the filing cabinet, and was surprised to find that there was no dust at all.
When I opened the briefcase, I saw piles of bamboo slips neatly placed, and each pile of bamboo slips was engraved with eye-catching symbols to clearly distinguish different types.
Seeing this, Ma Chao secretly applauded: The ancients more than two thousand years ago were able to manage official documents and archives in such an orderly manner, which is really admirable.
It seems that Han Feng has some management skills.
Ma Chao quickly took out a scroll.
With a clattering sound, the bamboo slips slowly unfolded, and the three dignified official characters "Li Ji Zhi" came into view.
Ma Chao was immediately shocked: "Just now, Han Feng referred to the roster as a slave register, which made him feel a little unhappy.
Only then did Ma Chao realize that the original craftsmen in the iron shop were all slaves.
No wonder they all look pitiful with not enough food to eat and not enough clothing to cover their bodies.
No wonder those people quickly stopped what they were doing and kowtowed when they saw me, even if they didn't know who I was.
No wonder Han Feng, although sympathetic to those craftsmen, also obviously felt helpless.
No wonder my future Lockheed Martin is now the size of these four ruined hospitals.
This is not okay Slavery, Ma Chao never expected that by the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, there would be so many slaves At first, Ma Chao thought that only those extreme execution camps and those on death row who had committed serious crimes would be included in the slave book.
However, he never thought that there are still so many shortcomings and historical retrogressions in this era.
Ma Chaoyue felt more and more uncomfortable when he saw it.
After a few quick glances, he left with an unhappy look on his face.
He didn't even hear Han Feng's shouts behind him.
"Go to Pang De and tell him that we should wait until ten days to discuss the problem of the war horse's hoofs."
After returning home, Ma Chao ordered his bodyguard: I have to solve the big problem in the iron shop first.
Let the iron shop take care of it.
Okay, not to mention horseshoes, even heavy cavalry might be able to do it. s: I originally wanted to do two updates today, but when I saw the rewards at the end of summer, I was very moved.
Amber is right, we cannot be decadent, and we are not a famous author, so why should we be depressed: