Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. Prince Zheng Chengzhi's plan is good. He took advantage of the emperor's happiness to approve the memorial for the construction of the railway network. Then it will be a good opportunity for them to make a fortune.

This time, everyone must not lose the most original and cheapest internal stocks. Not only that, they must join forces to hire traders from Jiangnan to hype them up in the market!

Fan Da can make a lot of money, so why can’t these dragon sons and grandchildren make money?

But everything was mixed up with Weng Tong and the Confucian scholars, and of course, Xin Jian, the life-and-death enemy, was killed by him!

"Xin Jian... I, the King Qiu, who sued the emperor, has not yet avenged him. Are you looking for trouble today?"

"Your good mood is ruined by you. You ruined my plan to make money... I want to kill you!"

"And Weng Tong and... I won't let you go!"

Prince Zheng Chengzhi, who was drunk, screamed like a wolf howl. Several princes next to him couldn't hold it down, "Oh Chengzhi, whisper, whisper... There are ears in the walls! Don't let the court hear it, stop shouting..."

"Hold up... Let Chengzhi wake up and sober up, let him sleep and hold his body up!"

Prince Zheng Chengzhi, drunk, was carried back to the back house by the eunuchs, and was still shouting while drunk!

Prince Li was so angry that he blew his beard, "It's really a bad year! When did our Eight Banners princes suffer such a loss? Is it so difficult to make some money?"

"If my ancestors had just entered the pass, there wouldn't be so bad things. If they were to win over the wealth of the world, they would swallow that one!"

"Look at the moment... don't you just want to live in a farm? It's hard for us to be grandsons. Such a group of puppies jumped out and barked!"

When people saw that the old prince was drunk, they couldn't drink the banquet anymore, so they quickly persuaded Prince Lao Li to go home too. The group of people dispersed and went back to their respective houses!

This was a night that was destined to be peaceful, just as the people in the capital were excitedly chatting about the royal luxury ceremony today and waiting for reports from the Qing Dynasty tomorrow morning to speculate.

The Beijing Iron Factory on the bank of the Qing River is still extremely busy!

Fu Qing was not wrong at all. The blast furnace steelmaking really cannot be stopped. The internal fuel must be kept burning for a long time, otherwise the steel water will condense and the huge blast furnace will be scrapped!

The team of foreigners and Chinese engineers set up standardized operating schedules for these Qing apprentices. They spent 24 hours a day, and the workers went to serve the blast furnace with black smoke!

Xin Jian looked at two furnaces of steel today, and he was really tired. His German colleague forced him to go back and rest. This kind of high-intensity work fatigue will cause big problems.

Xin Jian hates the Qing Dynasty, but he does not hate the factory. Seeing the blast furnace, machinery, and steel is very close. Being with the workers is as comfortable as going home!

I left the workshop and took a shower, had a nice dinner. I lay on the bed but found some food accumulation. So I jumped out of bed and carried the lantern out for a walk and patrolled the corners of the factory.

All the workers knew him along the way, some called him a master, some called him a master, and some called him a little old-fashioned worker even called him an adult!

Xin Jian smiled and said hello one by one. He could call these simple Qing workers. Except for the different braids behind him, there was no difference!

Take care of each other, remind you about safety, just kidding, and then Xin Jian checks the workshops one by one!

Blast furnace workshop, casting workshop, sand turning and molding workshop, material pile yard, waste slag dumping yard, material pulling railway... He is familiar with almost every inch of land here, and he has to patrol it!

Then Guangliang, who had a faint kerosene windproof lantern, gradually checked most of the steel plant. At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Xin Jian had already inspected the coking plant near the iron plant!

The road leading to the coke oven requires a coal pile yard that is more than 70 meters away. The dark road is lined with mountains of coal, which are the best smokeless white coal transported from Shanxi!

The dark light reflected by these anthracites under the moonlight, and many of the coals are as huge as rocks, as much as half a person's height!

Xin Jian was indeed a little sleepy at this moment. He called Hache to inspect the coke oven and went back to sleep!

But at the moment he yawned, he would briefly reduce his hearing, and the sound of fine coal blocks hitting him suddenly came from the coal mountain on the left, but he didn't know how to continue walking forward!

The dark path, a faint lantern, the coal mountains on both sides piled up millions of tons of coal as high as three or four floors!

The closer Xin Jian walked in the middle, the closer he was to the danger. He had no idea that the eyes had been staring at him in the dark!

Woo woo woo woo woo... Suddenly Xin Jian heard a ghostly crying sound from his head. The wind sounded like a signal, and then there were clacking sounds from both sides of the coal mountains!

"Ah! The coal mountain is about to collapse..." Xin Jian was really tired. His reaction speed was half a beat slower at this moment. Don't you know how to run away at this time?

Some black shadows suddenly appeared on the coal mountains on both sides, pushing down huge coal blocks desperately. Some people didn't know what they were blowing, and they were whimpering like ghosts crying!

Xin Jian had never been to the northwest. He didn't know that this was a special instrument that could only be seen in the northwest. People called Taowu used this pottery to command orders!

Tao Ye's voice sounded like a bit of ghost crying in the dark night, very, very cunning!

Of course, it was not the 21st century during the Qing Dynasty. There was no information explosion on the Internet to query information. The people's horizons were very closed, and it was difficult to understand things hundreds of miles away.

Who knew that the people on the Zhili Plain still retained an ancient clay instrument in the northwest? I have never heard of the name, and many people really think this place is haunted!

"Master, be careful..." At the critical moment, two figures ran desperately from the direction of the coke workshop, shouting while running.

"The master threw the light away... and ran away..."

Only then did Xin Jian figure it out. Didn’t he point the target with the lantern? He quickly threw the lantern into the distance, and then ran towards the coke workshop!

The attackers could not find the target now. The huge coal blocks on the surface triggered a small landslide, and thousands of kilograms of coal rolled down the slope!

Tao Wu's voice began to change. The attackers saw many workers coming from afar and came to support him. They did not dare to stay and quickly fled from the coal dump!

The scale of this small landslide was quite large. Xin Jian ran all the way and smashed the coals from behind, crackling down, and many small pieces hit the head and back!

When I saw a lantern in front of me, I heard a scream not far away: "Huzi! Huzi was hit..."
Chapter completed!