Whether it is a refugee, a miner, or a poor villager, Qin Chuan has only one policy, that is, feed a meal first, then keep it obediently, and kill it disobediently.

Broth is a good thing, especially attractive to miners who sell coolies every day but cannot eat enough for many years.

After drinking a bowl of fragrant Hoteng and eating a few pieces of soft and soft crumbs, the eyes of the miners who looked at Qin Chuan also changed.

This bandit leader is much better than Mr. Meng and is much more cruel. More than twenty people fucked hundreds of them, and he didn't blink when he killed someone.

Especially when I killed Meng Zhongsi just now, I was clean and neat, simple but extremely ruthless.

The miners' minds are very simple, and they will work for them whoever give them food.

If they can still be given money and a way out, many of them will be willing to work hard.

Miners have been working hard in extremely dangerous environments for many years, which not only creates their strong bodies, but also makes them more hard-working than others and can adapt to harsh environments.

At the same time, they have also cultivated teamwork and discipline that is far beyond others.

Qi Jiguang's Qi family army was composed of miners. The individual combat capability may not be very strong, but with close cooperation, proper tactics and strict discipline to impose orders, they can be invincible and famous in history.

In the Heishan Mine, many miners were interested in mingling with Qin Chuan because the temptation of money for two or two months was too great.

Just work for a few years, save a sum of money, buy a few acres of fertile land, build a house, and ask for a wife, and you can live a stable life from now on.

Anyway, mining is at risk of being buried alive and being killed at any time. It is better to use your life to fight for wealth and honor.

So, after drinking the broth, many miners came to Qin Chuan and said they were willing to hang out with him.

Song Zhiting made a rough count and found that there were 180 of them. When these people live a good life in Mengjiazhuang, more miners will definitely be willing to join.

In addition to these 180 miners, there are six small officials in the mine, three accountants, seven donkey and coachman, more than one hundred and thirty luteers, and three hundred and seventy miners, including eighty coal mines and two hundred and ninety iron mines.

The mine is built at the foot of the mountain of the coal mine. Two large furnaces and one white furnace. The former is used to make iron ore into pig iron, the latter is used to fry iron, and there are eight wooden houses, hundreds of living nests, as well as many sheds and livestock sheds with pig iron.

Since iron ore needs to be transported here from the iron ore, there are many mules, horses and carts in the cattle shed, and many chickens and buses, which can transport three or four hundred kilograms of ore alone.

Qin Chuan knew nothing about smelting, so he was naturally too lazy to point fingers. He directly promoted the most prestigious little manager in the mine to the big manager, doubled his monthly money and left him to the whole process.

Other small officials and accountants should also add 30% of the money, while miners add money according to the amount of mine and iron as he said before.

He didn't move the donkey, horse and cart. This mine was his main source of economic income in the future. He could stay calm as much as possible.

Of course, he would recruit refugees to work as miners to increase the output of the mine, and would also find ways to recruit a large number of craftsmen, especially blacksmiths, to directly turn the output of the mine into various weapons and farm tools.

In the past, Meng Guiming sold all the pig iron produced to the Fan family, and then the Fan family sold it to the Jiannu or Mongolian Tartars. Of course, Qin Chuan would not learn from them as traitors. After arming himself first, he would turn the iron ore into farm tools and then sell it to farmers, so that they could make more fields and starve to death.

In addition, he did not participate in the management of mines, technical reforms, etc. for the time being, because he did not understand this aspect very well except for reading some posts on metallurgy on forums before.

After arranging personnel and explaining some matters, Qin Chuan was about to take the 180 miners back to Mengjiazhuang when he suddenly heard a roar from the ground.

This is the sound of horse hooves of the cavalry. The number of people listening to the sound is not large, and there are only a few hundred cavalrymen.

Qin Chuan ordered people to guard all places, and he took Luo Daniu and Luo Ba to the Arrow Tower and looked into the distance.

The ones who came should not be the officers and soldiers. The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty had no time to go, they would only be bandits or Bashan tigers.

Sure enough, when the cavalry appeared on the ridge opposite, Qin Chuan smiled.

The huge bald head of Bashanhu shines in the sun, just like gold.

That guy probably came to intercept him after he learned that he was coming to attack the Heishan Mine.

Unfortunately, his plan to do his best was slow.

Qin Chuan did not stare at Bashanhu, but stared at the two hundred war horses.

It is a mountain horse unique to Loufan, a relic of the Tang Dynasty. It is said that it was carefully selected from the tribute horses of the Guligan Kingdom and improved with official horses. It is slightly larger than that of Mongolian horses, with thick bones, handsome and powerful, agile personality, flexible steps, and is especially good at running mountain roads. Its endurance is only slightly inferior to Mongolian horses, but its speed is far better than that of Mongolian horses. It is the most ideal mount for cavalry charges.

These Loufan horses should have come out of the Yunding Mountain Horse Farm controlled by Bashanhu.

Qin Chuan was very envious of these two hundred war horses, and it seemed much better than the Mongolian horse he snatched from Han Mao.

He definitely wanted the Genting Mountain Horse Farm, but now, how should we grab the two hundred Loufan horses?

Not to mention two hundred, it would be better to grab twenty.

When Qin Chu saw Bashanhu's subordinates pulling the war horse down the ridge to find dead grass to eat, Qin Chuan smiled again.

"Big bulls, point one hundred and fifty people out from the miners and the furnace. The first group will take fifty people first, ride the donkeys and horses in the mines, and take some pots and pans to beat them, making the noise bigger. After seeing the other party get on the mount, they will immediately withdraw and take another fifty people out when the other party gets off the horse and eats grass."

"Okay."

Although Luo Daniu didn't understand what the boss sold in the gourd, he still went to some people as instructed.

Qin Chuan yelled at the ridge of the mountain: "Bashanhu, if you want to take my head, just let the horse come over. Whoever runs first today will be the grandson."

On the ridge, Bashanhu didn't reply, but just snorted with a vicious look.

He disdained to quarrel with Qin Chuan.

Not long after, the gate of the mine opposite suddenly opened, and a group of miners riding thin horses and even donkeys rushed out from inside, knocking on pots and pans and rushing towards the ridge in a mess.

The person sent by Bashanhu to question happened to walk fifty steps in front of the mine. When he saw the other party rushing out, he hurriedly pulled the reins and turned around and ran away.

"Hmph! Just these dozens of crooked melons and jujubes come out, and you dare to fight it out?"

Bashanhu snorted coldly, then shouted: "Little ones, go and slaughter those buns of local buns, no one left!"

"No one left!"

His men were very excited and pulled back the war horses that had just been pulled down the ridge and put them on the horse and arranged the formation one after another.

As soon as two hundred cavalrymen rushed down the ridge, the gang of messy miners across the street suddenly turned their heads and rushed toward the mine.

"Haha, it's really some rustic buns." Bashanhu shook his head and sneered.

His people chased after dozens of steps, and saw that they could no longer catch up, and saw the people on the arrow tower bent their bows and arrows. They pulled the horse's reins one after another. After sarcasm and laughed, they returned to the horse's ridge.

When they were about to pull the horses to eat grass, a group of people rushed out of the mine, including dozens of them, riding thin horses and donkeys, knocking on pots and pans in a mess.

"Those rustic buns dare to come?"

Bashanhu was a little angry, waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to continue rushing.

But, like last time, the group of miners fled back in a noisy way when they saw them rushing down the ridge.

Bashanhu realized something was wrong.

Just like last time, his man had just gotten off the horse, and another group of miners rushed out of the mine, knocking on pots and pans like before, rushing over.

"It's his ancestors. Qin Chuan doesn't want to eat grass for our horses, and wants to consume our horsepower."

Bashanhu finally understood the other party’s intention.

What’s hateful is that even though he had seen through the other party’s tricks, he had to follow the other party’s way and let his people get on the horse and prepare for the battle.

After all, if you don’t get on the horse, maybe that bunch of rustic buns will really come here.

As soon as his men got on the horse, the buns of rusty buns escaped completely.

This time, Bashanhu did not let his men dismount, nor did he let the horses eat grass, but ordered a retreat.

First retreat to a safe area, let the horses replenish some hay and restore their horsepower, and then return to Huangcongshan.

However, as soon as they retreated, the gate of the mine opened again, and twenty-two riders rushed out. The seats were covered with short but endurance Mongolian horses. The leader was Qin Chuan, who made Bashanhu feel so angry.

"Didn't we agree? Whoever runs first will be the grandson. Is Mr. Hu planning to be a grandson?"
Chapter completed!