My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 52 has no artisan's Ministry of Industry.

"Well, I see."

"Tell Zuo Jun that you don't need to report to me later."

In the early morning of the second day, Zhu Gaoyu, who had been away all night with his long-lost wife and a few close maids, drove away the people sent by the Zuo Army with a huff.

The handle that should be handed over has already been handed over, so don't get involved too much in the future, or the stubborn old man will be really angry.

Zhu Gaoyu did it on purpose to bypass the old man, mobilize Jin Yiwei, and deal with the two old fellows of the Kong family.

Although the old man promised him, he was only allowed to form a navy after the Great Ceremony of Nations was completed.

But in fact, when the old man wrote him the letter of appointment and the order to transfer personnel, this army had already been formally established, but it was not announced to the public.

In addition, the Artisan Battalion that has been decided to be established, and the preparations for the Great Ceremony of All Nations, and the credit for cracking Ji Gang's treason case.

The three major powers have contributed to one body, and some people should not be able to sleep.

So in order for some people to fall asleep and not spend all day thinking about how to hinder themselves from doing things, Zhu Gaoyu had to give the other party a reason to attack.

In other words, if you give one to the other party, no matter how favored you are, you will still find it difficult to ascend to the throne if you offend the literati in the world.

Thus.

The other party would think that without the support of scholars from all over the world, no matter how many things Zhu Gaoyu did, it would be useless to be favored.

As for whether the other party would think this way, Zhu Gaoyu didn't know, anyway, he was prepared to deal with it.

Useful is good, useless is fine.

……

"nobody?"

"I don't believe that you have such a large engineering department that you don't even have a craftsman."

In the yamen of the Ministry of Industry, Zhu Gaoyu looked at the servant in front of him with a dark face.

In a hurry to set up a craftsman camp, Zhu Gaoyu rushed to the Ministry of Industry after breakfast.

Since Song Li went to preside over the dredging of the canal, the Ministry of Industry temporarily had a servant in charge.

Zhu Gaoyu didn't talk nonsense. As soon as he came up, he took out the old man's transfer order and asked the Ministry of Industry to cooperate with the transfer.

In the end, the servant smiled wryly and shook his head, saying that the Ministry of Industry had no manpower to transfer for the time being, and asked Zhu Gaoyu to wait for a while.

This is simply a big joke, saying that there are no craftsmen in the Ministry of Industry, Zhu Gaoyu would rather believe that the sisters in the brothel are performing arts rather than selling themselves.

"Your Highness, there is really no one in the Ministry of Industry."

"In the past few years, we have built the capital city of Beiping, dredged canals, restored the northern cities, and built the imperial mausoleum. No matter how many people we have in the Ministry of Industry, we still can't get enough."

"A few days ago, there was a rain leak in a palace in the palace, and no manpower could be found. I personally brought a few people up to repair it."

"Don't say that you want no less than 1 people, even if you want 10 people, you won't be able to find them."

Zhu Gaoyu's face was a little ugly, he pointed to the direction of the sound of hammering iron in the distance and said: "No one, then tell me what is going on there, don't tell me, they are practicing new percussion instruments."

The servant's face turned bitter-melon, and he explained helplessly: "It is the equipment and supplies for the conquest of the toes. They work almost non-stop day and night. Even if we are assigned, they can't move. This is His Majesty's order to die."

Zhu Gaoyu took a few deep breaths, "Then tell me, how many people you can give me, apprentices are fine."

The waiter still shook his head.

"Your Highness, there are really no one left, let alone apprentices, even Lifu who pulls carbon, I can't find many of them."

"Why don't you look at this, what kind of work do you want to do, I will help you do it, and I will still be able to do a little bit of general tinkering."

Zhu Gaoyu: "..."

"Forget it, you should continue to repair the roof of the palace."

Seeing that the other party really couldn't find anyone, Zhu Gaoyu turned and left helplessly.

He found that he had entered a misunderstanding.

In Zhu Gaoyu's mind, the Ministry of Industry has mastery of the world's craftsmen, not to mention thousands of craftsmen, even tens of thousands of 10,000+ can be found.

However, he forgot that there were no vocational schools in ancient times, and craftsmen's skills were passed down from generation to generation, and it was passed on from male to female, and not to concubine.

In this era, if you want to be a teacher and apprentice, it is exactly the same as recognizing your own father, and you must serve with all your heart and soul for the rest of your life.

It is precisely because of this conservative transmission method, coupled with the chaos at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, that there are not many truly skilled craftsmen.

Don't look at the fact that every time the imperial court builds a project, tens of thousands to tens of thousands of people are used.

Among them, there are only about a hundred truly skilled craftsmen.

The craftsman camp that Zhu Gaoyu wants to build will require tens of thousands or even 10,000+ craftsmen, and all of them are skilled.

As far as his huge demand is concerned, let alone a Ministry of Industry, even a few more cannot afford to supply.

Walking out of the Ministry of Industry with a worried face, Zhu Gaoyu wondered where to find so many craftsmen.

Without artisans, the artisan camp is just a joke, not to mention firearms and so on, let's just be honest and wield a big knife.

"Damn, you messed with me, I opened a technical college to train myself."

After thinking about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, Zhu Gaoyu cursed out of vent.

But as soon as the words came out, he froze.

Yes, why not cultivate it yourself?

It is better to ask for yourself than for others.

In addition, the thinking of these old craftsmen in ancient times was somewhat solidified, and it was difficult to accept new things.

Instead of arguing with them, wasting time and energy, it is better to recruit new white men and instill new industrial ideas.

But then Zhu Gaoyu felt worried again.

The idea is good, but the problem is where to find so many teachers.

Let's not mention whether Zhu Gaoyu himself has that ability, even if he has that ability, he doesn't have the energy, and he doesn't have the time to teach others.

The old man himself has issued a military order, and these craftsmen must be trained quickly to work, it is impossible to let them learn for a few years before practicing.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, Zhu Gaoyu scratched his head irritably, already considering whether to go to the palace first, to give the old man more time.

"Your Highness, General Wang Jin is here, and he brought a few people with him."

Just when Zhu Gaoyu was wondering whether to go to the palace, the guards of the palace ran over.

"Wang Jin, you still have someone with you."

Zhu Gaoyu's eyes gradually brightened.

He remembered.

When Wang Jin was accepted the day before yesterday, the other party also said that he knew a person who could make guns and cannons, and he told him to pull him over.

Originally Zhu Gaoyu thought it would take at least a month, but he didn't expect Wang Jin to bring him here in just two days.

"I really fell asleep and sent a pillow. Isn't this teacher here?"

Zhu Gaoyu laughed, and the people he led quickly returned to the palace.

"Your Highness, the person you want will be invited to you."

In the living room of the palace, Wang Jin introduced Zhu Gaoyu to the few people he brought.

He raised his finger to the first man with disheveled hair and wearing a scholar's robe, and said, "This brother is the one the last general told you about, named Lu Fei."

He lowered his voice and whispered: "According to him, he is a descendant of Lu Ban."

Then he introduced to a man with thick arms next to him, "This man's name is Gao Wu," and then lowered his voice: "Lu Fei said he is the heir of the Mohist school."

"This person is called Lu Yang, and he is a master of Taoist yin and yang techniques."

Facing Zhu Gaoyu whose eyes were already shining, he lowered his voice and said emphatically: "He is very good at alchemy. It is said that he has invented a new type of gunpowder, which is not only more powerful than the gunpowder we use, but also burns without smoke."

The surprise in Zhu Gaoyu's eyes was already rushing out.

Excitedly grabbed Wang Jin, suppressed the joy in his heart and said: "Old Wang, if the people you found are really as you said, you will be the king of the country, and what I said, no one can change it."

(End of this chapter)