I traveled through time, starting with two acres of land and a dog

"Well... I really didn't think about this problem. Storing too much will definitely attract robbery. I didn't expect this. Fortunately you reminded me." Du Chenyu thought for a while and thought that when the National Protection War broke out at the end of 1915, bandits were rampant everywhere and warlords were fighting each other. These supplies must have been looted.

“Then before next autumn, all the pig bristles and tung oil trees can be sold. Of course, the tung oil trees can also be pressed into oil and preserved, and the sugar can be transported back to the Baizhang base for storage. After all, the volume is not large,” Du Chenyu said after thinking for a while.

"Okay, I will definitely choose the right opportunity next year. Mr. Chenyu, this is a gun repair factory. We spent 60 oceans a month to hire a gun repair master in Chongqing, and we also hired several college students for 10 to 20 oceans a month to assist him and teach him. They are busy inside. The gun management this year is unprecedentedly strict. We can hardly buy guns in bulk. Fortunately, they came. More than 50 old guns have been repaired in the past two months," said Hu Laowu, looking at a separate factory building in front of him at the innermost part of the base. It is heavily guarded and outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering and exiting. The inside and outside are separated by walls.

"Reporting to Manager Chen, please show your ID," the guard at the door saluted and then checked the pass to enter the factory as usual.

"Here are four passes. The four of us go in, and the other two brothers stay outside to guard," Hu Laowu said to the four guards behind him.

"Please in, Chief," the guard at the door saw a pass with five yellow stars on it. There were only two such passes, one for my father and one for Du Chenyu. The second-level red pass belonged to Hu Laowu, and the rest were blue and white, representing the persons in charge and employees respectively. Different colors had different authorities.

The difference between yellow and red is not much, but yellow belongs to the first level, which is to highlight their status. So when the guards saw the yellow pass, they knew that I was a higher level than the factory director, so they called me "chief".

After the two came in, they saw a row of houses inside and many caves next to them. The whole area was as large as a basketball court. There were metallic sounds coming from inside.

"Mr. Chenyu, you are here. The factory is managed by Master Chen from a machinery factory who was brought here by Wuying. This gun repair factory was established by him." Master Chen is a distant relative of my grandfather's. He has read some books and has some technical skills. When he saw Du Chenyu coming, he ran over.

"Uncle Chen, they are all busy inside. Let's go over quietly and take a look. There's no need to disturb them," said Du Chenyu.

"Okay, Mr. Chenyu, please come this way. There are 12 workers in the factory now. Of course, most of them are apprentices, helping out. Now with Master Qin, the efficiency has improved a lot. The two top students are also relatively smart and learn quickly. They are here," he led them to a room near the inside of the house.

At the door, I saw an old man in his 50s carefully grinding a bolt part, hammering it for a while, and then aiming it with his eyes. There was a small stove in the room with coal fire, a young man was pulling the bellows, and another young man was wiping some parts. There was a row of newly painted, recently refurbished Hanyang Type 88, MM1888 Commission rifles, Japanese Type 30 rifles, and old slides hanging on the wall.

Du Chenyu stood quietly outside the door for a few minutes. Master Chen was about to remind him, but I stopped him. I knew that people who were concentrating on their work didn't want to be disturbed. "Manager Hu, Director Chen, what can I do for you?" The young man who was sorting the parts looked up and saw Master Chen because he was facing them, so he greeted him.

"It's okay, we were just taking a look. We saw that you were busy, so we disturbed you. We are very sorry," he said apologetically.

"Manager Hu is here," the old man put down the bolt parts in his hand, raised his head and greeted Hu Laowu.

"Yes, Master Qin, this is our Master Chenyu, the captain's son. He is here to see if you have any difficulties. He is the one who built our base. Master Chenyu, this is Master Qin Shigui, this is Jiang Zhenhe, a top student, and this is Zhao Jing, who has made great progress. You should know him." Hu Laowu pointed at Du Chenyu standing in the middle and introduced him to him, probably because he was afraid that the other party would look down on him.

Then he introduced the three people in the room to Du Chenyu. The one who sorted the parts was a college student they brought in, and the one who pulled the bellows was a local from Baizhang. He had some education and could repair some machinery, so they asked him to come in early to repair guns with Master Chen.

"Hello, Master Chenyu. I often hear your name when I come here. It is said that you can kill thousands of people with a wave of your hand. I have always been curious about it," said Master Qin. Several of them walked out of the room and saluted to greet him.

"Uncle Qin, please forgive me for making fun of you. Are you disappointed? You are just a little kid, haha," Du Chenyu said with a smile.

"No, no, Mr. Chenyu is so elegant, handsome, and well-spoken. You can tell at first glance that he is a rare talent." Master Qin said a lot of compliments in one breath. Judging from his speaking level, he doesn't sound like a straightforward and technical person at all.

"Thank you, thank you. You don't deserve the reputation. Uncle Qin, where did you work before? I see that you have superb skills and are familiar with various guns," Du Chenyu asked.

"Well, it's hard to explain in a few words. When I was young, I studied in a private school in Chongqing. Later, I moved to Wuchang and worked as an apprentice for about 10 years. Later, the Hanyang Arsenal recruited people, and I went in again. Since I was active and liked guns, I continued to work in the factory. But during the Xinhai Revolution, there was a serious war in Wuchang, and the arsenal was occupied by various forces. My wife died in that war, so I took the children back to Chongqing to avoid the war. Later, I repaired guns in a gun factory run by Marshal Xiong. But those few years were also very turbulent, so the children were placed in a private school in the countryside to study, and I earned money to make a living," Qin said in one breath.

"Uncle Qin, don't worry, you will be safe here. If you miss your children and parents, we will send someone to help pick them up and they will study at the base school for free. What do you think?" Du Chenyu said.

"Thank you, Mr. Chenyu. Let's wait until next spring. Last time when Manager Shen talked with me in Chongqing, he also brought up the idea. I said we should wait until I'm settled down before we talk about it," Qin said.

"Well, now that everything has been arranged, you can raise it to them at any time and we will solve it immediately," said Du Chenyu.

"Mr. Chenyu, let's go inside and sit down and talk. It's too cold outside." Uncle Chen opened a room next door, which had a stove and turned into an office.

"Everyone, come in and take a break," said Du Chenyu.

"Uncle Qin, you've seen the world. It's really unfair for you to come to our little mountain village. If you have any difficulties or need any help, please feel free to ask. And you two brothers, please take a seat," said Du Chenyu after sitting down around the stove.

"Mr. Chenyu, I never thought that there is such a large factory with hundreds of employees in this mountainous area. They all use Shangyang machinery, which is really great. If my child had not been sick and in urgent need of money, I would not have accepted Manager Shen's invitation. There are no difficulties, but we are still short of machine tools and production lines. Many old gun riflings have been worn out. Now the remaining old guns in stock can be repaired in about two months. The two young people learn very quickly, and we can't continue to work without spare parts later," Uncle Qin said in one breath.