The next morning, Jiang Hao and a few hundred households began to think about the garrison and observe the situation. The Putuo garrison was stationed in the city, with a strong city wall fortress, not afraid of robbers and pirates. There were military camps, schoolyards, granaries, workshops, and many residents in the city.

On the school ground, Jiang Hao inspected the army, and more than 500 people stood there, each with dark skin, pale face and thin skin, and looked malnourished.

"How long hasn't I eaten enough?" Jiang Hao asked a soldier.

The soldier thought for a while, "I don't remember it. Anyway, since I can remember, I seem to have never eaten a full meal."

“How often do you eat meat?”

"Is fish meat a big deal?"

"pork."

"You can eat a few slices a year."

Damn, these are not soldiers, they are just a group of beggars. No wonder there were a large number of deserters in the late Ming Dynasty. They went there for seven or eight. How could such an army support people?

They farm and eat food by themselves, and pay taxes. They can’t even have enough food for daily life. When they need to fight, they have to go out and fight to the death. The military will never have a future. The descendants of the descendants have been military for generations. It is a miracle that the Ming Dynasty can last for more than 200 years.

"I'll ask you, do you want to have enough food or eat meat!" Jiang Hao asked.

The soldiers blinked and dared not speak.

"If someone wants to, then you can eat it today. If you don't want it, then there is no. I'll ask you if you want it!" Jiang Hao said loudly.

This time he used his internal force, and his voice seemed to explode in everyone's ears, which made these groggy guys wake up.

"I want to eat a full meal, I want to eat meat!"

Finally someone spoke out.

Jiang Hao looked at him and was a young man who was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"I want to, too." Another person said.

Then there were more voices, and many people shouted, shouting out their own voices. Who doesn’t want to eat enough food or eat meat? They dreamed of it.

As more and more people shouted, everyone finally started shouting, with a loud noise, several times louder than the slogans they shouted when they were just reviewing.

Jiang Hao smiled. This is the first step to awakening, shouting out the dream in your heart.

He reached into his arms, took out a silver note, and slowly raised his hand. Jiang Hao shouted: "This is a thousand taels of silver note."

The soldiers shouting slogans stopped and looked at Jiang Hao quietly, looking at the silver bill in Jiang Hao's hand that was swaying in the wind.

"Shen Yi, Yan Hui!" Jiang Hao said loudly.

"Subordinate is here."

Two hundred households were removed from the list.

Jiang Hao shook the silver notes in his hand and said, "Today's mission is to turn this silver notes into rice, meat, and get them back. Today I want to let the entire Putuo Guard Office go up and down, from military soldiers to errands, including family members, as long as the people from our Putuo Guard Office eat white rice, stewed pork, and eat enough!"

The school ground became extremely quiet, with only the flags flying on the side of the field making a whirring sound. People stared at Jiang Hao in a daze. They never thought that the new garrison would pay out of their own pocket and take out a thousand taels of silver to buy them food.

They saw many officials who scraped their flesh and drank their blood, but they had never seen anyone who paid for money in turn. None of them was.

The hundreds of households were also stunned and couldn't believe it. Several hundred households suddenly remembered Jiang Hao's words last night, "Follow me and take you to live a good life, is that?"

Chen Yi stood in front of Jiang Hao, felt a little hot after taking the money, and whispered: "Sir, although we have a lot of people, we can't use so much for a full meal."

One thousand taels of silver is not a small amount of money. Based on the current price of the Ming Dynasty, one tael of silver can buy 5 stones of rice. In this way, this thousand tael of silver can buy 5,000 stones of rice, which is 600,000 kilograms. No matter how big a person eats, one kilogram of dried rice is enough for a meal. The entire Putuo Ward has only more than 4,600 people, and 5,000 kilograms of rice is enough for a meal, and it is the kind of person who eats a full meal.

Nowadays, you can buy more than 40 kilograms of pork for one tael of silver in the Ming Dynasty, but it is still a good-quality pork that has been killed. If you buy live pigs and slaughter yourself, it is cheaper. In the entire Putuo Ward, even if you have half a kilogram of pork per person for a meal, the total is only 50 kilograms of silver.

Looking at these guys who have never seen the market, Jiang Hao said calmly: "I bought them all, I won't be able to eat them all tomorrow, I will eat them the day after tomorrow. Do you just want to have a full meal and don't want to have a full meal every time?!"

Chen Yi swallowed his saliva and suddenly knelt on one knee, "Abide by the order of the garrison, I'll go and prepare now."

After saying that, he and Yan Hui took more than 100 soldiers away and went to Zhoushan to buy rice and meat.

After inspecting the military soldiers, he brought a few hundred households to the Iron Forging Shop, which was Yuan De's territory, and he had been waiting here for a long time.

When inspecting the Ironware House, the manager of the Ironware House explained to Jiang Hao next to him that the ironworking houses here are very complete, such as repairing swords and guns, repairing armor, casting bullets, casting iron parts of sea ships, etc., but their swords and guns are all fired from the top and compiled in a unified format, so no one can create swords and swords.

After walking around, Jiang Hao waved his hand and asked someone to bring a box. Inside the box was an iron ball, which was a shell used by the Red Cannon. "Can this be built?"

The manager picked it up and looked at it, and said relaxedly: "Sir, this is simple, but it is just larger than the shell of the Fulang machine cannon. With this as a model, you can definitely create the same one."

"If we make every effort to start construction of such shells, how many can we build in a month?"

The manager thought about it, "Five hundred are fine."

Jiang Hao was quite satisfied with this answer. Then he took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to the manager and said, "I have a hollow shell here, and I need gunpowder to be added. Do you think it can be made?"

The manager looked at it, "I've seen similar flowering bullets before, but they are not as delicate as those on the adult drawings, but it shouldn't be difficult."

Jiang Hao nodded, "Okay, divide your hands into two groups, one to create live ammunition, and the other to create flowering bullets."

The manager was stammering, and he squeezed out a few words for a long time, "Sir, it's okay to build it, but we..."

“Tell it truthfully.”

"We lack iron materials, and we don't even have iron materials to repair swords and armor. There is no iron to build shells at all. These shells are very scrap iron." A shell is a lump of iron, and all the money is thrown out.

"How much money do you think you need to create 500 pieces each?" Jiang Hao asked.

The manager calculated, "It's not cheap, it costs about 260 taels of silver."

Brush ~!

Jiang Hao had an extra silver note in his hand and said, "Ye Dachuan, Su Maonian is here."

When the two hundred households saw Jiang Hao's attitude, they knew that the garrison was going to pay again. They came over immediately, "Sir, please give me instructions."

"This is a thousand taels of silver notes. You two will take people to accompany the manager to buy iron materials, and they will buy them all." The two of them quickly took over the silver notes.

The manager's body was trembling and he said excitedly, "Sir, you can buy a lot of iron materials for these silver, which is enough to create the shells you want, and can repair the swords, guns, armor, and damaged accessories on the ship. There are still many left."

Jiang Hao looked at him disdainfully, "Can you use the rest slowly? Besides, those thousand shells are not enough. You will be busy in the future."

"That's a small matter." The manager bowed.

He sent two more people to do things, and at this moment, only the eunuchs of the military supervisor Yuan De, Ma Feng, and Xu Quan were left beside Jiang Hao.

"Let's go to the gunpowder workshop."

The gunpowder workshop was far away from the camp. After inspection, someone brought a bucket of gunpowder stolen from Dongfang Bubai. The manager of the gunpowder workshop took the gunpowder in his palm and looked at it. He tasted it with his mouth, ordered some more try effects, and finally said: "The villain almost knows it, and our gunpowder is not much worse than him."

Jiang Hao took out a piece of paper from his body, which recorded two types of ejection drugs and two fuse drugs, as well as subcontracting details, the distance that each weight package can be emitted, etc. The things Jiang Hao took out were definitely more advanced than the gunpowder of the Ming Dynasty.

"Can the recipe be made?" Jiang Hao handed the paper to the manager.

The manager of the Gunpowder House looked carefully, then pondered for a while and said, "No problem, sir."

Jiang Hao nodded with satisfaction. The Chinese craftsmen were really useless, "From now on, making a large amount of gunpowder will be of great use in the future."

"But sir, we don't have enough materials to make gunpowder." said the manager.

Brush ~~!

Jiang Hao took out another silver note.

This is really a silver note when you have a disagreement.

The three people behind him saw Jiang Hao's movement. For some reason, they felt that Lord Jiang's movement was so handsome.

"Ma Feng."

As soon as Jiang Hao finished shouting, Ma Baihu jumped over and bowed respectfully, "I'm here."

"This is one thousand taels, and I will go with the manager of the Powder Floor to buy enough materials." Jiang Hao said.

"I must do it well." Ma Feng respectfully took the silver note.

When he left the gunpowder workshop and walked back, Jiang Hao told Xu Quan, "Xu Quan, I'll give you a task."

"Sir, please give me instructions."

Brush ~~!

Jiang Hao took out a silver note and handed it to Xu Quan.

"Send someone to repair our warship from the inside to the outside. Change the cables when it is time to change the cables, change the canvas when it is time to repair, repair the places where it is time to apply paint, and apply paint to the places where it is time to apply paint. At most one month, I want our ship to withstand the wind and waves on the sea." Jiang Hao said in a deep voice.

"It's an adult." Xu Quan took the silver note with both hands and went there immediately.

Only the dead eunuch Yuan De was left, and Jiang Hao asked, "Is there any place that needs inspection?"

Yuan De smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang, are you interested in looking at the warehouse? Our warehouses have money, grain, wood, cloth, sword, bow and arrow, cable...."

Jiang Hao looked at this guy and naturally guessed what he was thinking, "You don't want me to fill them up, are you?"

Yuan De looked at Jiang Hao with a gaze.

Brush ~!

Jiang Hao took out another silver note, "This is one thousand taels, buy cloth, make new clothes for the people in the garrison. Look at the clothes on those people, patches and patches, they are all wearing similar clothes as beggars, and there is no more power than the soldiers in the garrison."

Yuan Dexin said, isn’t it just a group of beggars? It would be nice if you don’t starve to death.

"I'll just go and do it now, what about the other warehouses?" Yuan De took the silver notes with a smile, and asked unwillingly.

Jiang Hao looked at him, "Those warehouses will be empty first, and they will be filled in the future. I'm afraid that you will think the warehouse will be small by then."
To be continued...