As soon as the day dawned, the Nanpeng Iron Treatment Plant under the jurisdiction of Liyang Iron Yard started.

Hundreds of workers living in the factory yawned, rubbed their eyes, hurriedly washed their faces, and then entered the shed. At the gate of the factory, there are also groups of workers living nearby who come to work.

After a while, the blower blowing the stove was pulled up, and the sound of "clanging" iron pounding soon resounded.

More than a dozen horse-drawn carriages filled with well-made farm tools were also put on, and they were sent to the neighboring Changzhou Mansion after the coachmen had eaten.

These farm tools are used to remove the cotton from the land.

In the past few decades, a lot of cotton has been planted in the south of the Yangtze River, and the income of cotton per acre of land is higher than that of rice and wheat.

The sales of agricultural tools alone account for one-third of the profits of Liyang Iron Yard and its affiliated iron smelting plant. However, when these farm tools were pulled out and sold, they were not said to be produced in Liyang, but only from Wuhu.

The reason is that Wuhu's "Su Steel" system is very famous in the south of the Yangtze River, and the quality is good, and it is more popular with the people than the products of other iron yards.

The director of the iron factory, surnamed Chen, whose home is in the county seat, took a carriage back to the city yesterday evening, so the supervisor of the iron factory is now in charge of Thursday.

On Thursday, this person used to be a ruffian in Liyang City, but later he didn't know what way to get through the way of Xu Ye in the iron yard and became the supervisor of the Nanpeng Iron Smelting Factory.

The workers in the factory and the people around them are very afraid of this Thursday, because this guy is fierce and unreasonable, relying on Xu Yuan's power in Nanpeng, no one dares to mess with him.

I didn't get up so early on Thursday, and my sister, who played all night last night, was really tired. But thinking that Director Chen was not here today, he was in charge of the factory, so he couldn't help but get up and take a turn, so he reluctantly got up in his clothes.

After landing, this eyelid jumped inexplicably.

As the old saying goes, the left jumps to wealth, the right jumps to disaster, if the left eyelid jumps, it would be fine, but the right eyelid keeps jumping. I can't help but try not to jump, but I can't make Thursday boring.

Dry to dry, people are up, and they have to go out for a walk.

The name of the man, the shadow of the tree, those workers who don't see him come out on Thursday, maybe they will be lazy.

After walking out of the house, Thursday looked around and saw that the workers had entered the shed, and the kitchen was also filling the boiled porridge into buckets, and it would be delivered to the sheds later.

This rule was given by Mr. Xu, if the workers wanted to eat the breakfast provided by the factory, they had to enter the factory half an hour in advance, which was to work for the factory for half an hour.

Rules are not voluntary, but mandatory.

At first, it was not that there were no protests from the workers, but after the beatings, no one dared to object. There is no big livelihood to do in Liyang, and if the workers want to support their families, they must be exploited by this iron factory.

Thursday was not interested in the big pot of porridge, how good the workers could eat, he sniffled, sighed into the palm of his hand, rubbed it, and called out to a few overseers who had come over, "Go, brothers, go outside and eat Ha Chaos." ”

"Great!"

When the seven or eight thugs who followed Thursday heard that they had gone out to eat chaos, they all smiled happily and went outside the factory one after another.

There were more than 20 thugs in the factory who were brought from the city on Thursday, and the main purpose of keeping them in the factory was to suppress the workers who dared to make trouble.

If the surrounding people find the factory for anything, most of them will come forward to deal with it. There are only two ways to deal with it, one is to give some small money to pass away, and the other is to beat it half to death.

Over time, if the surrounding people have any personal conflicts that have nothing to do with the factory, they will also ask these people to come forward to solve them. Of course, the premise is that the "benefit fee" must be in place.

These thugs, like the officers of the county government, have become the "arbiters" of civil disputes.

Whether Liyang Zhixian can sit firmly or not, it all has to be spoken by Master Xu in the iron field, and which of the people below dares to make irresponsible remarks about the people raised by these people raised by Master Xu.

When the local Lizheng and village elders saw these people, they all had to smile for fear of offending.

Everyone happily went out to eat chaos, but Ma Bao, who only entered the factory last year, stood there without moving, looking straight ahead with his eyes.

Ma Bao's brother-in-law and Thursday have a good relationship, and now he is in charge of the iron field, so Thursday takes care of Ma Bao, seeing that this stupid boy was stunned, he stepped forward and kicked his ass angrily, and scolded with a smile: "What are you looking at, you kid don't want to eat?" ”

I didn't want Ma Bao to react at all, as if he had been cast a spell, his two eyes were staring at the front, and he was deaf to Thursday's words.

"Erhu eggs, are you stupid?"

Thinking that there was something unusual, Thursday also looked ahead, but as far as the eye could see, he saw a few people outside the factory looking at this.

Far away, I didn't know what these people looked like, but the appearance of the ghost was really impressive.

"Where did the two eggs come from? … Go and get those bunnies! "Thursday waved his hand, no matter what those guys were doing, let him see him on Thursday, and today will be ruined at least and hurt at worst.

Before the words fell, I heard a scream from far to near, and the whistling sound was so sharp that it made people's eardrums uncomfortable.

"What..."

Thursday was just about to open his mouth to ask something, but his ear seemed to be nailed by something, a huge pain, even if he heard a muffled sound on the doorpost, and looked closely, it was a crossbow arrow, the arrow body was stained with blood, subconsciously reached out to the right ear and touched it, spread out his hand, but it was bloody.

All the thugs were frightened by the sudden arrow, and when they looked at Thursday's pierced right ear, everyone was discolored.

The first few people were afraid that they would also be shot, so they subconsciously took a few steps back.

Thursday reacted, looked at the blood on his hands, and scolded without thinking about it: "Damn, which turtle son is plotting against Lao Tzu!" ”

As soon as he finished scolding, Thursday was stunned, and then instinctively took a few steps back, and he couldn't care about wiping the blood that couldn't stop dripping from his ears.

In the line of sight, there were many more people at the door of the factory.

I don't know where a wave of men came from both sides of the factory, either with swords in their hands or with crossbows.

When the gang walked through the gate to the thugs, they realized that these people were officers and soldiers.

"Jin Yiwei handles the case, those who dare to make trouble, don't be killed!"

Tian Gang coldly glanced at the group of guys in front of him who were obviously afraid.

Jin Yiwei?

The thugs and the workers who came out to see what was happening were stunned.

"Official... The villain is..."

Thursday came back to his senses and hugged his fist at the brocade-clothed guard who was talking opposite, wanting to ask why the other party came.

But before he could ask, there was a "poof", and a crossbow arrow burst through the air and shot firmly into his chest.

Looking at the crossbow arrow on his chest that was still shaking at the tip, Thursday immediately felt that the world was spinning.

Left to the wealth, right to the disaster...

On Thursday, his legs were weak and he collapsed to the ground, and he wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound.

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