Chapter 34 Pour ~
After Gou Qiang left, it was completely dark. Yan Xu, who had no intention of going home, asked the kitchen to prepare a bowl of shredded pork noodles. After eating it, he planned to spend the night in the small room behind the office.

Father Yan is a well-known workaholic and it is common for him to work overtime all night, so the small room behind the office not only has a bed, but also a separate bathroom, so it is naturally no problem for him to have a night's rest.

However, the relatively unfamiliar environment forced Yan Xu to inspect every corner, including shining a flashlight under the bed several times, because only in this way could he sleep peacefully. Who would have thought that he would have an unexpected gain.

It’s not a diary. Comrade Lao Yan is a serious person. Who would write a diary?

Yan Xu flipped out two martial arts novels from the corner of the wall. It was obvious that he had read them so many times that the pages had begun to curl. However, the content was a bit explosive. It told the story of a talented young man with ape arms and wolf waist, who relied on his unique skills to break through Yumen Pass and subdue many female heroes and witches in the world.

Because they all have martial arts skills, no matter it is a one-on-one fight or a group fight, their postures, ugh! It is a move, which is particularly eye-catching and makes people excited, and they can't wait to pick up their guns and take over the battle.

Even from Yan Xu's perspective twenty years later, the content was not bad and could be considered a masterpiece. No wonder there was a roll of paper next to the pillow.

Looking at the book and then at the paper, Yan Xu fell into deep thought.

Because the bed was too hard, Yan Xu didn't sleep well that night. But being young gave him an advantage, and he felt more energetic after washing his face with cold water.

He first went to the toilet to unload the inventory, then went to the kitchen to eat five buns and drank a bowl of millet porridge. After completing the exchange of old buns for new ones, Yan Xu patted his stomach and went to the factory where Master Jiang was, holding a bun that was thicker than yesterday. He didn't expect that so many people had arrived so early. As the factory director, he was very pleased.

The Huo family father and son are working hard to learn how to use the machinery in the factory. After all, a slight mistake can make a world of difference in creating a high-quality product, so don't expect to achieve results in a short period of time. It's not a question of how hard you work, but it takes the body to adapt and time to accumulate experience, so it would be good if they could produce a few samples this month.

Master Jiang was talking to two middle-aged men who looked unfamiliar to him. The two men had bitter smiles on their faces, but they had to listen attentively.

"These two must be Master Jiang's top disciples, right?" Yan Xu said as he walked over and smiled.

"I can barely afford to eat, and you still want a talented disciple." Master Jiang said mercilessly, and it was obvious that this was what he had just said.

"Why don't you call him the factory director? What are you all standing there for?" However, Master Jiang still sided with his two apprentices, otherwise he would have reminded them to call him the factory director, and once he did, the work would have been almost certain.

It’s not that the two apprentices really couldn’t find a job, but they couldn’t find a job with similar salary and benefits as before, let alone support their family, so when they heard this, they hurriedly lowered their heads and called the factory director.

"Since you are Master Jiang's apprentice, then you can stay. The salary and benefits will be based on your previous standards, and there will be extra bonuses if you do a good job." This little salary is not what Yan Xu lacks now, and he knows that if he wants people to work hard, they must be paid.

How can you ask someone to do a job worth 8,000 yuan for a salary of 800 yuan? If you don't overturn the table on the spot, you'd be a real slave.

On the contrary, if you pay ten thousand for a job that should cost eight thousand, you will find it hard to find fault with the job.

Yan Xu was not good at speaking, and these two were not good at talking either. After just a few words, Master Jiang, who couldn't stand it anymore, sent them aside and discussed the new order with Yan Xu.

It was called an order, but in fact it was what Yan Xu needed, so he knew what he needed. This time, Yan Xu ordered 500 spear heads, 200 katana, and 100 bamboo bows.

In ancient times, having so many weapons would be enough to confiscate a family's property and exterminate a clan. However, at the hardware factory, we can just use our spare time to make them and it can be completed before the end of the month, because only the bamboo bow is a little troublesome.

A bamboo bow cannot be made by simply bending it and adding a string. There are many things to consider. Maintaining its elasticity and balance is not an easy task. In addition, materials such as fish glue are required, and the cost is not as low as imagined. Therefore, Huo Zhengen suggested making it into a crossbow.

The crossbow is actually simpler, more stable, and more suitable for novices than a bow, and the material cost is also low, so Yan Xu did not insist. After all, the other party was a professional, so he followed Huo Zhengen's suggestion.

However, Master Jiang said that the factory did not have so many scrap iron bars and steel bars. There were some leftovers, but they could not be used unless they were reforged.

"Take the leftover materials from the factory and exchange them with the people at the scrap collection station for two packs of cigarettes. If that doesn't work, add one or two cents per pound." Yan Xu came up with an idea, and Master Jiang nodded. In fact, he had the same idea, but the problem was that the other party would definitely not be willing to do a one-for-one exchange, and no one wanted to work in vain. But to add money, the factory director had to approve it, so there was no problem now.

After the discussion, Yan Xu drove to the supermarket, thought carefully, wrote a list, and asked someone to prepare the items and put them in the car.

Just as I was about to leave, my stomach growled and I felt hungry again. I looked at the watch and realized it was almost noon.

"After all, I'm young and my digestion is good." Yan Xu thought that the energy and blood consumed last night could not be replenished by a few buns, so he turned around and went to a nearby mutton soup restaurant. The mutton cooked by the boss was just coming out of the pot. Seeing the hot mutton head, he somehow remembered, "Pour it on ~", these two magical words.

"Boss, bring me a whole sheep's head. Don't break it. I'll do it myself. Also, pepper salt, hot tea seed oil, vinegar, everything. Bring me a purple apple to whet your appetite." The more Yan Xu talked, the more greedy he became. The boss, however, became more and more confused. He had seen sheep's heads eaten before, and some people ate them whole, but what were these hot rapeseed oil and purple apples for? Fry them first, and then put the apples on a plate?
In the end, it wasn't what Yan Xu wanted, but it wasn't bad either. Cumin powder, chili powder, and minced garlic, poured with boiling hot oil, made it fragrant, and a little vinegar to remove the fishy smell and greasiness, and a bite of purple apple to whet the appetite. He still couldn't eat enough, but the taste in his mouth was a bit strong. He didn't dare to go anywhere and went back to the village.

As soon as Yan Xu left, someone came to greet the boss.

"Boss, give me a sheep's head, and a purple apple, too. I'm so greedy."

"Boss, please serve one to this table, cut the purple apple in half."

"boss."

"Oh, sorry everyone. I only cooked a few lamb heads today. I'll cook a few more tomorrow. If you like it, come and I guarantee you'll have hot lamb heads." The boss didn't expect that Yan Xu's way of eating would help him attract so many customers. While saying sorry, he was thinking about how to match the spicy pepper salt that the other party mentioned.

It's so attractive even without all the features. If it were really complete, he would have to open another branch.

Not to mention the mutton restaurant owner's ambitions, Yan Xu returned to the village and went to the pig farm without even taking a breath, because the farmers and foot soldiers he brought with him were all staying there. If they were found out that they were all Japanese, it would be a big deal and he would not be able to explain himself.

Fortunately, the forty farmers and ten foot soldiers had already changed into the construction site camouflage that Yan Xu had bought, wearing rattan safety helmets and a towel around their necks. If they didn't look up or speak, you wouldn't be able to tell that they were a group of ancient Japanese people. In addition, the door was closed and no one had come over, which made him feel a lot more at ease.

(End of this chapter)