“Lord Wei, are all the things I need ready?!”
Chen Fan looked at Wei Zheng and asked.
Developing that 10,000-acre wasteland would require a huge amount of investment in the early stages.
It wouldn't be enough even if you added the entire Qing Shi Town to Zhaojia Village.
Recruiting strong young men requires providing them with food and drink, and the Yao race needs a large amount of grain to feed them.
The strong young men need to be paid for working, and buying materials also requires money.
Qing Shui County couldn't bear this kind of consumption.
At least, Qing Shui County doesn't have iron mines, so it needs to be purchased from outside.
Most importantly, management personnel also need to be in place.
Just relying on the Seven Fairies, Bai Qianli, Nezha, and the makeshift team he put together.
They can't handle so much work.
Well, Chen Fan didn't know that Bai Qianli alone could actually handle the entire project.
For the Seven Fairies, splitting themselves was a problem.
But for Bai Qianli, it was just a matter of thought.
It's not like fighting against a Quasi-Saint Da Luo, just splitting some thoughts over, wouldn't it be fine.
“Don't worry, I've sent people to gather supplies from all directions.
However, you also have to prepare the glass as agreed, otherwise how can you beg me.
I will take all that steel, I won't leave you a single piece!”
Wei Zheng didn't show any favoritism, and directly stated his point.
Chen Fan asked Wei Zheng to gather supplies, but didn't give him any money.
So Wei Zheng asked Chen Fan to use the first batch of steel produced by the Merit Furnace as collateral.
There's no way, Wei Zheng was born into a poor family, and his family didn't have much help.
Therefore, if Chen Fan didn't have money to repay his debt, he really would confiscate that steel.
“Don't worry, tonight, let you see, what magic is all about!”
Chen Fan smiled slightly, it's just glass, enough sand will do.
Wei Zheng didn't say anything more, just nodded.
“But seriously, how did you survive until now without being beaten to death with the way you talk, Lord Wei?”
Chen Fan looked at Wei Zheng with some curiosity, he had witnessed Wei Zheng's poisonous tongue these days.
Sometimes, even Bai Qianli would subconsciously take a detour when he saw him.
He's truly a man who is hated by everyone and everything!
The main thing is that you can't disagree with what he says, he makes sense.
Except for Nezha who was making a fuss, no one could bring themselves to beat him up.
Well, actually Chen Fan wanted to sack him once.
But damn, can anyone tell her, why is Wei Zheng, a civil official and loyal minister.
Why can he wield a hundred-pound halberd and pierce a one-inch thick piece of raw iron with a single strike!
“Heh, because the hearts of people in this world are like demons, the truth will hurt people's hearts!”
Wei Zheng sneered, his gaze swept over Chen Fan with complexity.
Chen Fan "..."
“Heh, Lord Wei is so upright and impartial, why do you still do business with me?”
Chen Fan looked at Wei Zheng with a sidelong glance, his narrow eyes were unconcealed.
Wei Zheng shook his head, but his voice was a little bleak.
“Doing business with you can save lives!”
Although Wei Zheng was upright, he wasn't actually rigid.
He knew that once Chen Fan's 10,000-acre wasteland was developed, it would be able to support at least a thousand people.
And behind these thousand strong young men are hundreds of families.
Li Shimin had only been on the throne for two years, but there had been constant natural disasters and man-made disasters.
A few hundred fewer families, and the Tang Dynasty could put resources in other places.
This is also why Wei Zheng allowed Chen Fan to use his name.
To deter the county magistrate and the local big families, but he didn't show any signs of this.
“You really are, aren't you afraid that people will dig up your grave for doing this!”
Chen Fan looked at Wei Zheng, if Wei Zheng hadn't met Li Shimin.
I'm afraid the end result wouldn't be good.
Moreover, in the previous life, Wei Zheng's grave wasn't dug up, but Li Shimin pushed his tombstone.
Well, later Li Shimin rebuilt it for him.
It's like Li Shimin often shouted that he would chop Wei Zheng up.
He would make threats, but then he would regret it.
“By then I'll be dead, won't I?
Just like you, I know you can't bear to see so many starving people!”
Wei Zheng rarely told a joke, but Chen Fan saw the determination in his eyes.
And those calm eyes, seemed to see through Chen Fan.
Chen Fan calmly raised an eyebrow, and suddenly burst out laughing.
Sure enough, those who can leave their names in history can't be underestimated.
“Is this why you're so confident in letting me mess around?”
“Of course!”
Wei Zheng answered affirmatively, his gaze swept over Zhang Tian Shou who was walking in front, adding in his heart.
“With the Eldest Princess here, you have no chance of causing chaos in the Tang Dynasty.
Because you need the Tang Dynasty as your backing to help you deal with the even more difficult Emperor!”
“Husband, it's time to eat!”
“Wow, dinner, dinner!”
Nezha, whose expression was filled with excitement and a little bit of disappointment, jumped up suddenly when he heard this.
In a flash, he jumped over Zhang Tian Shou and ran towards Chen Fan's house.
Red Boy showed a curious expression.
What kind of dinner could make Nezha so excited!
“Nezha, wait for me!”
Bai Qianli was fanning his folding fan, and also quickened his pace.
Chen Fan saw this and a black line appeared on his forehead, he complained.
“You guys, don't you have your own homes? You come to mooch off of me every day!”
Soon, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, and returned to the Merit Furnace.
At this moment, Da Zhuang and the others had been waiting for a long time.
Chen Fan, in front of everyone's eyes, went forward to check the materials.
After making sure there was no problem, he immediately gave the order.
“Open the furnace!”
Then, pile after pile of sand was directly sent into the Merit Furnace.
Chen Fan placed his palm on top of the furnace, and his internal energy circulated.
This is a function that Chen Fan recently discovered.
He could control the flames in the Merit Furnace, as well as the burning temperature.
Chen Fan could even do it so that half of a piece of iron was burned into molten iron, while the other half remained unchanged.
Soon, in the surprised eyes of everyone.
Pieces of glass of different colors flew out of the Merit Furnace.
They were like stubborn stones, and were casually thrown out from the furnace window.
“God!”
Da Zhuang and the other villagers were stunned, and Bai Qianli and the others also showed a surprised expression.
“This, can mortals actually master the power of creation?”