Returning to the manor, Fang Er took out all the remaining tires from his spatial storage.
He had the usable ones delivered to Zhuang Feng by his subordinates.
Seven days later, nine tractors, each pulling a trailer measuring five meters long and three meters wide, stopped in front of the county duke's manor.
Fang Er was informed by a servant and came out of the manor with Zhuzi and Su Feng.
Seeing the nine trailers, their metallic luster still apparent, he looked at Zhuang Feng standing nearby in surprise: Nine vehicles assembled in seven days?
Zhuang Feng, thinking Fang Er was dissatisfied with Shen Fei's work efficiency, quickly explained, "Please forgive me, Your Grace. The first four days were spent making molds, which wasted some time. We still have five engines being assembled into chassis on my side, and they will be completed the day after tomorrow."
Fang Er: ......
Damn it, you think I’m complaining you’re too slow?
I can't believe you finished so quickly!
Su Feng, Zhuzi, test drive them!
Yes, Your Grace!
The two walked out from behind Fang Er. Zhuzi then used the walkie-talkie to call over seven more subordinates who knew how to drive.
Once everyone was assembled, nine men, each taking a vehicle, found the starter cranks, inserted them into the ignition slots, and even through their military uniforms, the bulges of their right biceps were visible.
Chug chug chug chug~~~~~!
After a vigorous cranking, the tractors started smoothly.
Everyone put the cranks back in their original positions, jumped onto the tractor heads, and after skilled operation, the tractors, pulling the trailers, moved along the cement road in front of the manor, heading towards Shenyang.
The people of Shenyang city had seen pickup trucks, armored vehicles, tricycles, and tractor heads before.
But they had never seen tractor heads pulling such large trailers.
"Wow, they're so big, how much can they carry?"
"Hey? Did you see the notice posted by the prefect's office a few days ago?"
"What notice?"
"You don't know?"
"Ah! Tell me quickly!"
"That notice said that Prefect Liu, being benevolent and unable to bear the merchants' risks, is preparing to send troops to escort them!"
"So, are these vehicles for us to load goods?"
"But just these few vehicles, won't they be enough?"
Outside the market, a group of merchants, their attention drawn by the convoy, were discussing the previous notice and the convoy before them.
At this moment, Liu Huazi, who had inexplicably abandoned his shop's business, also came to join the excitement. Hearing their words, he retorted disdainfully,
"Heh heh heh heh, not enough? That depends on what you're hauling! Are your worthless things worthy of these divine vehicles?"
Everyone: .........
After making a circuit around the market, the convoy returned to the county duke's manor along the same route.
Zhuzi switched off the engine, got out, and came before Fang Er: "Your Grace, no problems have been found so far!"
Fang Er nodded slightly, then looked at the nervous Zhuang Feng: "The workshop, can you deliver five more vehicles the day after tomorrow?"
Zhuang Feng: "No, we should be able to deliver seven vehicles the day after tomorrow!"
The power workshop is still producing engines. By then, we should be able to provide two more.
"Your Grace, rest assured, we won't have a situation where engines wait for chassis again."
This was Fang Er's first personal assignment since Zhuang Feng took office as the Shen Fei craftsman chief in Shenyang, so he was extremely nervous, afraid of doing anything wrong and disappointing Fang Er.
Fang Er was astonished. Damn it, if Du Yiyang of the Ministry of Works heard this, would he call him a show-off?
Ten days, sixteen chassis.
Although three hundred craftsmen were working simultaneously, and with the assistance of current machine tools, damn it, it was hard to handle because more than half of these three hundred people were novices!
"Let's go, let's go to Shen Fei!"
This production speed was too strange, Fang Er decided to go and see for himself.
"Zhuzi, drive!"
Getting into the rear of the vehicle Zhuzi had just tested, Fang Er shouted to Zhuzi.
Zhuzi cranked the vehicle. Zhuang Feng also quickly jumped into the rear, but neither of them noticed his slightly unnatural expression.
Three people in one vehicle, they headed towards the workshop.
Upon arriving at Shen Fei, Fang Er stopped Zhuang Feng, who was about to call for a welcoming party: "Don't disturb the craftsmen!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Zhuang Feng quickly nodded, then quietly followed behind Fang Er.
"All of you, be sharp!
Being able to use these machine tools is the fortune accumulated by your ancestors for eight lifetimes!
Anyone who dares to be careless will be kicked out to do odd jobs!
You! What are you doing! Still daring to doze off? Don't you want to work anymore!"
A supervisor, holding a whip, was patrolling the workshop. Upon finding someone dozing, he immediately whipped them.
Fang Er frowned and looked at Zhuang Feng: "What's going on here?"
Zhuang Feng's face changed instantly when he heard the supervisor inside scolding someone. Seeing Fang Er glare at him, he stammered as if constipated.
"Your, Your Grace, I, I am also..."
"Also what? Hmm?"
"When did I ever mention a deadline?
You're only thinking of your own credit and disregarding the lives of your craftsmen, aren't you?"
Fang Er's tone was cold, and his voice was loud.
The sound of the machine tools running inside the workshop was drowned out by his voice.
The craftsmen inside were startled, especially the supervisor holding the whip, who trembled all over as if sifting through bran.
He was also an old man from Fang Family Village, but he had never seen Fang Er so angry.
Ignoring the pale-faced Zhuang Feng, Fang Er kicked open the workshop door and walked in.
"All work stops! Rest for two days!
From today onwards, without my permission, no one shall work more than four hours a day!"
Inside the workshop, there was silence. All the craftsmen could not believe what they heard.
Work hours not exceeding four per day?
Before entering the workshop, wasn't every day from waking earlier than the rooster to sleeping later than the dog?
This duke, who never showed himself, was actually so generous?
"What are you all standing there for? Go back to sleep! Come back to work the day after tomorrow!"
The craftsmen did not dare to move. They simply couldn't believe what they heard.
Which employer didn't work their people to death?
Zhuang Feng quickly signaled to the craftsmen, urging them to go back and rest.
Only then did someone bow to Fang Er: "Thank you, Your Grace, for your great kindness!"
After speaking, they took a few steps back and then turned to leave the workshop.
Others gradually followed suit and went to rest.
The new craftsmen left, but the old craftsmen from Fang Family Village did not dare to leave. They all stood with their heads hanging low, waiting for Fang Er's reprimand.
The duke had saved them face by not scolding them in front of the newcomers, but they couldn't be ungrateful.
As expected, Fang Er's gaze swept over them like blades, and he sternly shouted:
"If you don't have enough manpower, go recruit! Go teach! Go train!
You treat people like machines, and you call yourselves people who have followed me all the way!
All supervisors are fined three months' salary!
Zhuang Feng! As the Shen Fei craftsman chief, you failed to show consideration for your subordinates and are fined half a year's salary!
If this happens again, don't blame me for not remembering our old ties!"
What Fang Er wanted was a vibrant, thinking workshop.
If they were simply on duty all day, exhausting all their energy, they would just be working machines, not what he wanted.
Standing outside just now, the craftsmen with dark circles under their eyes clearly hadn't rested well.
Seven days, including making and assembling nine chassis, this was literally "grinded" out!
ps: You are the boss, you call the shots, it has been changed to Shen Fei ┗(t﹏t)┛