From Chief to Ball

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Mr. Chen, I heard that you are going to raise new funds, is that right?"

Chen Jian spread his hands and said, "I'm not in Mincheng, who did you listen to? Could it be that I helped the seagull with the news in Qi and you picked it up?"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Chen Jian shouted: "Although this is a rumor, I guessed it right. This time I may have to raise more money, and I may earn more. I am a businessman, and in order to make money , but sometimes the more money the better. Let’s see, when these accounts are sorted out, there will be news in mid-October, mid-October.”

After that, Chen Jian talked about the supervision of fundraising, account verification, and the proposal to establish a non-governmental supervision and verification agency.

Most people feel that these have nothing to do with them, and some people are concerned, and think that this may be useful.

Chen Jian didn't have to take care of the checking of the accounts for the purchase and sale of goods.

After unloading, two new ships, the same as the Amethyst, were added to the fleet. The interns had to drive the empty boat to go to Turtle Island again, and then from Turtle Island to the mouth of the river, continue to practice on the boat and explore the route. , to record wind and sea current.

The new [-] flintlock guns were also shipped together, as well as various goods from the trading company, as well as craftsmen who had learned how to make cement, and so on.

Wang Zhe and others took the map drawn and Chen Jian's investigation report to the north with the ship, went to the capital, and handed in all the knowledge of Qi State. They were only technical officers, not in charge of political analysis, and had someone to discuss it.

Chen Jian stayed in Mincheng for a few days, did some things unrelated to business, and returned to Nan'an in a hurry.

In the Lanxiang technical school, the young man who was practicing drilling the fourth well was stopped, and he came to the oil seedling field.

Bamboo poles, bamboo tubes, potter's wheels, ropes, oxen and drill bits, and simple houses have all been built. Zhao Si and others have already dug up stone layers in some places according to Chen Jian's requirements, and built cement well platforms.

In three days, the two wells were officially started.

The ox-horse pulled the rope, hoisted the heavy steel drill bit with a winch, and relied on its own gravity to strike downwards in the gap between the bamboo and bamboo tubes, breaking the rocks bit by bit, and then using various instruments to break the gravel from the ground. Well proposed.

History is always miraculous. In this seventeenth-century land, it is not only Chen Jian’s family that produced oil. In fact, there will be oil wells in Southeast Asia in a few decades, but not in this way.

And if history is not so magical, people would never believe that in the Song Dynasty, someone dug a thousand-meter-deep well with moso bamboo, and no one would believe that industrious people would use natural gas to cook salt earlier.

Therefore, all the history that seems to be fantasy or even has a wrong style is not fantasy if you think about it carefully.

Just like the photos here, the drill bits pounding on the oil seedlings, the rumbling explosives in the distant mines, the hot air balloons flying into the sky... and the simple hard sailboats, poor thatched huts, yellow window paper, bundles Hair, smooth buffed holster soaked in the sweat of the cow...

The new and the old are intertwined, outlining the beauty of a graffiti-like magical reality.

In such an oil seedling ore field intertwined with many strange existences, forty young people who have practiced Zhuotong well drilling for a long time are busy day and night.

Chen Jian brought a lot of helpers and gave the order to die.

You have to do it during the day, and you have to do it with a bonfire at night. Even if it rains, you have to build a canopy to continue working.

People rest, horse rest, drill bit, windlass and winch don't stop.

These people did not do it for themselves, nor for the country, for the people, or for ideals, but only for money, for the money Chen Jian promised.

Because there is nothing else to inspire them, this oil well belongs to Chen Jian and not to them.

Every day, the drill bit is struggling to move downwards with countless ups and downs. The well wall made of bamboo tubes cuts off the water from the nearby creek from seeping into the well.

The hard rock layer is difficult to dig, and the daily ruler can only go down two feet, which is already the limit speed they can achieve.

At dawn, people who have stayed up all night rush to eat and then go to bed, and a new round of people will continue to dig.

They already knew what Chen Jian was going to dig, which was the black grease floating in the many puddles left here before.

One day in mid-October, the shift changer shook his numb fingers from the somewhat cold autumn night, and called the shift changer over.

"How much did you dig last night?"

"Two inches."

"so little?"

"No way, it's really hard to dig. Be careful, the drill bit may have to be changed."

The shift changer nodded, first went to check the drill bit, looked at the stone samples taken out last night, and calculated the excavation depth.

Not counting the upper stone layer, it has already been dug eighteen steps deep. Compared with the place where the well was drilled in the school, the stone here is much harder.

Looking up at the sky, today is another fine day.A few days ago, a cow was exhausted to death. After eating beef for a few days, it was much more comfortable than before. In the past, there were not many opportunities to eat meat.

Several people harnessed the oxen and horses, tied the ropes, and picked up the whips. Several people pulled the ropes numbly, listening to the booming sound of the drill bit after it fell.

At noon, the drill bit suddenly fell into the well the next time after making a bang.

One thought the rope had broken and shouted, "Stop! Stop!"

The people driving the cows and horses stopped in a hurry, and surrounded the wellhead with all kinds of weird and tried-out tools for removing the drill bit below.

But then someone discovered the problem.

"That's not right! The rope didn't break, but the drill bit went down...could it be...could it be dug out?"

The few people around the mouth of the well were in a state of anxiety, as this was related to a reward of dozens of silver coins, and before they had time to put on the horses and oxen, more than a dozen people pushed the winch together.

There was a creaking sound for a while, and a scene they will never forget appeared.

Beneath the rope, about twelve paces deep, was covered with black sticky grease.

The bit didn't break, but cut through the thin layer of rock and drilled the stone resin at a depth of nineteen paces.

These stones, like those springs, rose by themselves from nineteen paces to a depth of twelve paces.

Chapter 142 Borrowing Chickens to Lay Eggs

Chen Jian, who came over after hearing the news, came in a hurry but did not panic, and brought all the things he might need.

"Mr. Chen, that well has produced the stone resin you want."

"Are you sure? It's not water?"

"Sir, what did you say, can we still not tell the difference?"

I led a few people to the well, and the person next to me took out a clean rope and fell down from the mouth of the well. When I pulled it up, it was covered with a layer of black under twelve steps. .

Chen Jian twirled it with his hand, secretly calling out that he was lucky.

Where there are oil seedlings, there may not necessarily be oil fields, and the oil fields may not all reach the oil reservoirs as in some desert countries or beside the oil stream.

It is not a miracle that such a 20-meter-deep well produces oil, but it is also considered excellent luck.

Relying on the tool consisting of a cowhide bucket and a one-way valve, with the help of a potter's wheel and a winch, a large bucket of seaborne water was soon filled.

This is a large bucket commonly used by sailors. It can normally hold two hundred catties of water, which is one hundred liters in standard units.

Calculating the current extraction speed, this well can extract [-] to [-] barrels of oil per day, and a well can produce about one ton to one and a half tons per day.