Chapter 222 Qiu Mu Island High-tech Industrial Zone
After walking around several blocks, Horn was quickly recognized by the subjects of the Papal State.
Horn was not secretive. He simply took off his hood and turned the unannounced visit into an open visit. While promoting the conscription, he also visited the public opinion.
In the ten newly built blocks, Horn gave impromptu speeches and met with the heads of the ten households at the bottom.
As for the subjects of the Papal State who were still living in ruins and tents, he randomly visited their homes, asked about their names and family conditions, and offered some chicken soup to encourage them.
This was a bad old routine in Horn's hometown, but it worked wonders here.
Horn didn't even say a word, but he moved a bunch of young and old refugees into an uproar, causing some of the people who weren't originally prepared to recruit soldiers to do so.
Farewell to the reluctant laborer's family, Horn mounted his horse again and couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the several blocks lined up along the road in front of him.
After he, the Pope, personally acknowledged the conscription policy, his original concerns were dispelled.
The recruitment, which was originally expected to be completed in three days, is expected to be completed in less than two days, and many more reserve soldiers have even been registered.
However, after the number of recruited soldiers and reserve soldiers is full, there is still one missing part for them to be able to officially go to the battlefield, and that is weapons and armor.
This problem cannot be solved in the residential area where they are now. They have to go to the high-tech industrial zone outside the ruins of the town.
Today's town was planned by Witte into four areas at Horn's request, the residential area near the Pala River, the high-tech industrial area to the west of the residential area, the administrative area in the center of the town and the administrative area in the center of the town. The commercial district of the east dock.
This is the first phase of the plan within three years, while the second phase of the five-year plan requires the addition of green areas and high-end residential areas.
The industrial zone is located on the lower reaches of the Para River. On the one hand, it is convenient for sewage discharge, and on the other hand, it is convenient for ships to travel and ship goods.
When Horn came to the high-tech industrial zone, workers built a simple road on the muddy land that was originally covered with weeds.
In front of the industrial park, there is a half-man-high fence, and a sign is erected in front of the fence to indicate to visitors that this place belongs to it - the industrial park is under the jurisdiction of the Holy Casting Department, and outsiders are prohibited.
It is said to be a high-tech industrial park, but judging from the scene that Horn saw while riding his horse, it can only be described as extremely shabby.
The park is full of shabby brick-walled sheds, the smallest ones are only one or two hundred square meters, and the larger ones occupy less than an acre of land.
There are only seven or eight people working in each shed. The only larger one is the textile workshop, where dozens of female textile workers spin fabrics on wooden pedals.
The wheels of these wooden looms are wrapped with wool, driven by belts, and rotate as the female weavers step on them.
After weaving the cloth, they quickly put the cloth into the rattan basket aside. Soon someone would take away the rattan basket and place an empty basket in its original location.
The woolen cloths in the rattan baskets were placed on a long table made up of several tables. From front to back, there were people cutting, sorting, and sewing to the final garments.
This assembly line model was used when Horn was still in the March of Tribulation, and now it is just picked up again.
Standing at the door for a while, Horn found that the movements of the female textile workers seemed to be chaotic, and the error rate increased a lot, so he had to leave the door with a chuckle.
"Go and call the director of the textile workshop." Horn said to the boy army beside him.
Standing in front of the workshop, Horn looked around aimlessly.
The entire industrial park has a total of only three hundred people, and there are four industries: furniture manufacturing, textile processing, alchemy industry and ordnance manufacturing.
The main alchemy industry is the mortar workshop, such as peat production, which is placed in the foothills area where the lycanthropes are located.
As for furniture manufacturing, it means producing the most basic furniture for the subjects of the Papal State, which are tables, chairs, bed cabinets, doors, windows and floors.
This is a commodity in high demand, and these four groups of thirty-five carpenters are busy from morning to night every day.
The furniture workshop actually relies on the sawmill built near the Wild Spider Forest. The furniture workshop also has a shortage of sawmills.
But I heard from the sentry over at the Wild Spider Forest that in the past two or three days, two more lumberjacks have been attacked by giant spiders. If we want to expand production, we may have to deal with the giant spiders first. As for ordnance manufacturing, it consists of several parts: iron smelting, making and assembling gun heads, orichalcum workshop, and clockwork gun assembly workshop.
The number of people in the armory workshop accounts for one-third of the entire industrial park, close to one hundred people.
"Your Majesty..."
"Haze? What happened to your hand?" Horn looked at Haze, who was missing his left arm and left eye, and was stunned for a moment, "You are a textile workshop Supervisor? "
Heitz was one of the first ten household heads, and his status was about the same as Jeshka Busak's at that time.
However, his talents and conduct are average, and he has made many mistakes. Now Jeshka has become a senior executive of the Salvation Army, and Busak has become a bishop. He is still the head of ten households, and was promoted only after the bloody battle of Joan of Arc. .
Haze forced a smile: "When I was at Castle Joan, a knight slashed at me. I raised my hand to block it... Anyway, later on, His Excellency Madeleine transferred me to the Holy Casting Department to manage the textile workshop. .”
"...Hmm." Horn didn't know what to say, so he stepped forward and patted Haze on the shoulder, "Everything happened yesterday, such as your death yesterday. If you are good at what you are doing now, you deserve a promotion, and you deserve a raise. "
Haze nodded slightly, but his expression was gloomy and he had much less fighting spirit than before.
Looking at his look, Horn knew that he was losing his temper. He probably just wanted to stay in this position for the rest of his life, not seeking meritorious service, but only seeking to achieve nothing.
He cannot interfere with personal choices, and he has no time or energy to interfere.
“I asked you to make 20 sets of Salvation Army uniforms before, have you finished them?”
Haze turned around and waved to the waiter behind him, and soon someone brought four types of Salvation Army uniforms: extra-large, large, medium and small.
Horn called a guard and asked him to try it on as a model.
This kind of military uniform is already very similar to the coat of later generations, with a lapel collar, a middle placket, and spindle buttons.
The hem hangs down to just above the knees, and the sleeve length can be adjusted with two long wrist-length sleeves.
A red shoulder strap is draped over the left shoulder, which fixes the wide cross-body strap that holds the iron sand pellet wooden tube.
The bottoms of the khaki linen breeches on the lower body are tightly tied with leggings, and the trouser legs are stuffed into stockings and cowhide boots.
Not long after, the ten guards all changed into brown and black military uniforms and stood in a line in front of Horn.
These old soldiers lined up neatly, with a murderous ferocity in their eyes. Coupled with the black and red color, just standing there makes people shudder.
"Sun Goat, this is too majestic." Du Vallon, who followed Horn, murmured.
"Your Majesty, what do you think?"
"Not bad." Horn reached out and touched the fabric of the military uniform. This denim fabric felt a bit rough and heavy, but it was just right for soldiers training in winter and spring combat.
"Let's do this. I will allocate 200 manpower to you. Can you produce 4,000 sets in one and a half months?"
"4,000 sets?" Rao Shihaizi was lying on his back. Ping State was shocked, "Your Majesty, our daily output is only 10 to 20 sets, and this is based on the availability of ready-made woolen cloth.
Even if we add 200 more people, we still need to bring more We can only double the number of new fabrics by 40 sets, but we can’t even produce 2,000 sets in 45 days.” It doesn’t matter, you try your best to organize production first, and I will figure out how to increase production.”
After explaining the work of the female textile worker to Haze, Horn put away the patent leather notebook, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a few people approaching at the end of the road.
"Okay, now that we've finished the appetizers, it's time to check out the main courses." Turning around, facing Seamotine and Paslik, Horn said with a smile.
(End of this chapter)