Infrastructure Throne

In autumn, textile factories launched new thermal clothing, pure cotton "autumn clothing" suits, with round necks and narrow openings, cuffs and trousers tightened, making them extremely comfortable to wear next to the body.

Another kind of jacket with better heat preservation effect is the sandwich fleece jacket, which is sewn with cotton or leather fabric on the outside and inner liner, and filled with duck down or cashmere inside, and through the grid-like stitches, the stuffed fleece can cover the whole body evenly, and it is warm when worn on the body. Index straight up.

The only regret is that it is expensive.

This winter, people wear autumn clothes and johns, with one or two thick woolen coats in the middle, a thick fur coat on the outside, a fleece hat with ear protection on their heads, plus knitted scarves, gloves and masks, and at most one pair of eyes exposed , Even if you stay outdoors for a long time, your fingers and toes will not be damaged by freezing.

The houses in Yuanliu City have been greatly remodeled during the expansion of the city, and now heated kangs have been popularized.

The glass windows are thickened with curtains, which can keep the cold wind out of the house, and every household is burned with briquettes.

People who have been busy all day come home against the wind and frost, and when they enter the door, they will be greeted with warmth. When they fall asleep at night, they will sleep well in the warm bedding, and will not wake up because of the air leaking wooden windows all night. Or shivering until the next morning, without even warming up the limbs.

The snow fell early this year, and the open space outside the factory was covered with thick snow all day and night. Workers on duty breathed into their palms while sweeping the snow with brooms.

As usual, Qi Lang got up from the bed in the dormitory before dawn, trotted around the open space downstairs to warm up his body, and then went to the staff canteen of the armament factory to have breakfast.

Qi Lang has his own home in the outer city of Yuanliu City, with his parents, elders, and a good wife and daughter. However, due to the strict secrecy of the armament factory, he usually lives in the staff dormitory behind the factory building, and has four days of family leave every month. Only after being approved by the superior can he go home.

Qi Lang changed into his work clothes, and before the work bell rang, he had already returned to his post, cleaning the table and sweeping the floor.

He used to be a craftsman servant in a noble mansion in Yuanliu City, and now he is a junior technician in an armament factory.

He was not the first batch to join the production and construction team, but was hired later in the recruitment wave. Qi Lang cherishes the good days before him more than anyone else.

If his immediate boss is not Hades.

Hades is a nickname privately given by Qi Lang and his co-workers. It is because the other party is black-hearted and cannibalistic, and he even forgot what his boss's real name is.

Yan Wang was a member of the first batch of production and construction teams recruited by Shen Qingze. He came from the bottom of the poor, and besides farming, he knew a little bit of carpentry.

He is also one of the oldest group of old people in the armament factory.At that time, there were too few people available to Shen Qingze, but those who were capable and willing to work hard, now nine out of ten have been promoted, and some even occupy important positions.

The low threshold for entry and promotion at the beginning greatly stimulated the concentration of labor force in the early stage and stimulated people's enthusiasm for work. However, as time went by, as the major workshops developed, the sequelae gradually became prominent-the phenomenon of uneven middle-level managers.

For this, Shen Qingze has no better way. Highly educated and high-quality talents, not to mention the backwaters of the Northland, even the Three Great Empires are in high demand.

Even relying on the upgrade of the main city system, throwing gold coins desperately into education and cultivating talents, the effect will not be immediate, and it will take years to accumulate.

What's more, Shen Qingze currently only has three cities in his hands, and the accumulation of wealth and population is far from being able to be squandered at will.

Tomorrow is his wife's birthday, and Qi Lang intends to ask for family leave to go back to the family reunion. The most important thing is that some time ago, Qi Lang designed the idea of ​​transforming a long-barreled firearm into a short-barreled pistol, which was affirmed by his superiors.

Once the first pistol is built and confirmed to be practical, Qi Lang, as the craftsman who made the initial suggestion, can be promoted immediately, and besides that, he can also get a bonus.

Qi Lang has even thought about the use of the money, he is going to buy his wife a duck down jacket to protect against the cold and keep warm, so that when she is working outside, she will no longer be afraid of the cold.

Although his wife never said anything, Qi Lang never ignored his wife's lingering eyes every time he passed a clothing store on the street.

The bell of the bell tower rang, and workers began to work one after another.Before Qi Lang could start working, two guards with familiar faces came to the door to pass a message on behalf of Hades, saying that the award had come and he needed to prepare.

Qi Lang was overjoyed, he thought it would take a few more days, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

He was thinking about asking for family leave, and thinking about getting the money, he bought the coat first, and went back to surprise his wife.

The guard took him to Hades' office, but there was no one there. The guard only told him to wait. Although Qi Lang was a little strange, he didn't think too much about it, and sat on the chair quietly waiting for his immediate boss.

Hades' office is very spacious. There is an exquisite clock on the desk, and black painted iron bars are set on the outside of the window glass.

Time passed by, and the surrounding area was very quiet. This office was some distance away from the factory building, and only bursts of lively voices could be vaguely heard coming from the direction of the factory building.

The more Qi Lang thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, he walked quickly to the door, wanting to go out to have a look, but the door couldn't be pushed open—is he locked in the room? !

"Hey! Is there anyone! Let me out! What did you bring me here for?!"

He knocked hard on the door panel. The doors and windows of the entire armament factory were made of iron. It was a dream for a mere craftsman to break open with his bare hands.

Soon, Qi Lang was exhausted, slid and sat by the door panting, his heart was in a mess.

He is a dutiful and honest man, he is kind to others, works hard, never offends others, Qi Lang thinks about it, the Hades locked him up, it must have something to do with the pistol issue!

The clock in the room passed by for another hour, and footsteps finally sounded outside the door, and after a while, the door opened!

Qi Lang was smart and got up from the ground. Behind the guard who entered the door, there was a gourd-shaped face and a short figure with a big belly. Who is the king of Hades?

Yan Wang was smiling all over his face, Qi Lang got bored watching it for a while: "I want to go out!"

"Young man, why are you in a hurry?" Yan Wang ordered the guards to stand guard at the door, walked slowly around behind the desk, and squeezed his fat body into the leather chair.

"Don't you want your bonus?"

He threw a paper packet on the desk and motioned for the other party to get it.

Qi Lang was stunned for a moment, then glanced at him suspiciously, and opened it to see—Yuanliu coins with a denomination of five hundred copper coins.

Yan Wang squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on a cross-sectional drawing in his hand. He didn't even bother to look at Qi Lang, and only cast a haughty glance from the corner of his eye: "Remember, from now on, this drawing is in my Under the leadership and instructions, it was designed, understand?"

Officials crushed people to death.

The frozen expression on Qi Lang's face was like a weathered stone sculpture that would peel off and collapse when blown by the cold wind.

Veins sprang up one by one on his neck, he raised his eyes and stared at the other party with a hoarse voice: "This is obviously an idea I offered! You are stealing my credit!"

"Bold!" Yan Wang's face collapsed, and he stared at him gloomyly, "What do you think you are? A junior technician who has been employed for a few months, there are many people with higher qualifications and abilities than you. Look Getting your blueprint is flattering you, and you will be fined if you don’t eat a toast!"

"Be sensible, and you can still get a bonus. If you are not sensible, hehe, just be a junior technician for the rest of your life."

"You—" Qi Lang was so angry that his mouth was trembling: "The manager clearly said before that the bonus is 500 silver coins!"

Yan Wang was completely impatient: "That's because you heard it wrong, whether you want to love it or not, if you have the ability, don't even take a copper coin!"

Qi Lang turned around and left, but he heard Yan Wang's strange voice coming from behind:

"Don't think that I don't know that you want to go out and complain and sue. Let me tell you. I have already taken care of it. No one will pay attention to you. If I hear the slightest rumor, don't mention that you will be promoted in the future. Be careful of your job!"

Qi Lang sneered: "Even if I don't want my job, I will never let a despicable guy like you manipulate me!"

"It's simple to think about. Where is the armament factory? You can enter as soon as you want, and leave as soon as you want?" Yan Wang sneered, "Stupid."

The moment he was about to slam the door and leave, Yan Wang said slowly: "I heard that you used to be a servant?"

"Oh my god, it's too cold. You said it's normal for someone to freeze a weak orphan and widow to death in the outskirts of the city, right?"

Qi Lang's footsteps stopped suddenly, then he turned his head and stared at him incredulously, unable to speak a word, his whole body was shaking, and a bone-chilling chill crawled up his back.

Yan Wang just continued to look down at the blueprint, and didn't give himself the slightest glance at all, Qi Lang's heart sank suddenly.

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Qi Lang didn't remember how he got out of the factory, and Yan Wang only granted him a one-day family leave.

The street was windy and snowy, and there were only bare dead trees on both sides of the street. Pedestrians were in a hurry. No one wanted to stay on the street in such a cold day.

Qi Lang's self-esteem did not allow him to take that copper coin. In this case, it seemed that his hard work was only worth so much, but when he passed by the clothing store in the trading area, he saw the duck down jacket that his wife was thinking about.

Qi Lang was stunned in front of the store for a full 10 minutes, he didn't know what was competing with him in his mind, finally, he sighed wordlessly, and the white mist he exhaled warmed the corners of his eyes.

Qi Lang sniffed, walked back with heavy steps, and returned to Hades' office.

"Why are you back?" Yan Wang squinted at him, curling his mouth.

The back of Qi Lang's ears was very bloodshot, his eyes were red, his head was lowered, and he said in a low voice, "I want...I want to get back the five hundred copper coins."

"Hahaha—what did you say? I didn't catch it."

Qi Lang will never forget the other party's presumptuous ridicule, it pierced his heart like an awl, and the cold winter sun came in through the window, illuminating his extremely embarrassing face.

"I...I want the five hundred copper coins."

Yan Wang finally stopped laughing, took out the package of banknotes from the drawer, and threw it on the ground: "That's right, the future and money are more important than the momentary anger. Follow me in the future and work hard, and you will be indispensable." benefit."

There was a lump of heat in Qi Lang's throat. When he squatted down to pick up the paper bag, in the shadows, his lips were biting tremblingly, and he almost tried his best to stop the humiliation from pouring out of his eyes.