Chapter 57: The tractor driver is the coolest guy
When Manuel Namonguza led thousands of troops to attack Nanhua.
Zhu Xianhai, who had already "spoiled the plot" long ago, had been waiting for them.
Although they knew they were coming, they didn't know they were "old acquaintances".
In the previous simulation, it was Manuel Namunguza who attacked the "First South China" when he was on his way back from robbing the Argentines.
This time it was Manuel Namonguza on his way out.
Once again, they were treated as a white settlement.
Zhu Xianhai knew nothing about all this and was currently focusing on training tractor drivers.
A steam tractor changed everything.
Before this, machines were just a curiosity. But now, facing such a steam tractor that can cultivate hundreds of acres of land every day, everyone was deeply shocked by it.
What is machine power?
That’s the power of machines.
In just a dozen days, thousands of acres of land were reclaimed outside Nanhua Bay. Such power is enough to convince anyone.
It has many uses. Not only is it extremely efficient in plowing the land, loosening the soil, and rolling roads, in short, its uses are absolutely beyond people's imagination.
Of course, Nanhua only has this one steam tractor right now!
Even the driver is the "village chief" of Nanhua, Boss Zhu. Of course, the new driver is in training.
"Pay attention to the water level gauge. If the water level gauge drops below the warning line, the dry burn will cause an explosion. Keep an eye on it at all times..."
In front of the roaring steam tractor, Zhu Xianhai taught Wang Anning and others step by step how to drive a steam tractor.
Like all the "reserve tractor drivers", Feng Ping was just an ordinary Chinese worker. In fact, most of them were like this and never had any rich and legendary experiences.
Before being sold to foreigners by Qing soldiers and taken to Brazil, he was just an ordinary village boy near Anqing Prefecture, just like everyone else.
Just when he was looking forward to getting married and having children one day, the Taiping Army came and he was drafted into the army. Then, like other people, he surrendered with his superiors during the Tianjing Incident and was sold to foreigners by the Qing army.
If there was any difference between him and other Chinese workers, it was that Feng Ping had studied at several private schools. He was not only literate, but also good at arithmetic, and he could do it very quickly and well.
In fact, if he had not been conscripted and Anqing Prefecture had not been occupied by the Taiping Army, he felt that he might have worked as a clerk in a shop in the city, as long as he found a guarantor.
Feng Ping didn't have any lofty ambitions. He just wanted to make some money, get married, and preferably buy a few acres of land.
In his opinion, that is the life people should live.
But no one knows where a person's destiny will change.
Of course, he still holds this idea now, but there have been some changes.
Feng Ping's dream when he was a child was to work as a clerk in a shop like his cousin, and eventually become an accountant.
Unfortunately, fate played tricks on him. In the end, he failed to become an accountant, but became a thief, and was then sold to a foreign country. He was originally thought to die in the mine, and one day when he was about to die, he was thrown into the crocodile pool, but was rescued by Master Zhu and his men.
As one of the few Chinese workers who had attended private schools and could read and write, he was naturally entrusted with an important task. According to Master Zhu's instructions, every Chinese worker had to learn to read, so Feng Ping became one of the teachers.
Chinese workers must be literate, this is the rule set by Mr. Zhu. Literacy does not mean being able to pass the examination to become a scholar, but it means being able to write letters, read books and newspapers, and do simple math.
According to the standards of later generations, it was basically equivalent to literacy. However, literacy classes were held at night. During the day, Feng Ping, like other people, had to work, but his work was different from others. For example, he wanted to be a tractor driver!
"...Keep an eye on the water pressure gauge at all times to determine the pressure..."
As a teacher, Zhu Xianhai may not be competent, but what is certain is that these students are very competent. Each of them longs to become a tractor driver and wear tractor goggles. In order to prevent smoke and dust from blocking his vision, Zhu Xianhai specially asked someone to make several pairs of goggles. The goggles have cowhide frames and are matched with fisherman's hats made of canvas. He is simply the most handsome guy in the village.
At least from their perspective, goggles are standard equipment for tractor drivers.
The steam tractor has no clutch and no accelerator, but even so, its operation is extremely cumbersome. However, thanks to Zhu Xianhai's efforts, they now have a basic understanding of the driving skills and only lack the actual operation of the vehicle.
“Looks like we still need to buy a few more tractors!”
Looking at the vast land, Zhu Xianhai muttered to himself.
Although horse plowing is much more efficient than ox plowing, and combined with an iron plowshare, it is no problem to reclaim 20 acres of land a day, its efficiency is far less than that of a steam tractor.
After all, a horse could only work a few hours a day, but as long as there was water, coal or firewood, a steam tractor could work almost day and night.
"But as a beginner user , I can only buy one, which is too bad. How can I upgrade? Or find a way to buy more?"
Just as Zhu Xianhai was muttering this in his heart, he heard movement in the distance, which made him look up to the northwest.
Others also heard the sound coming from the northwest.
What's that sound?
It was a bit like thunder, but also a bit like...
Right here, in the distance, a smoke signal was raised. It was lit by the observation post.
coming!
They are coming!
Zhu Xianhai raised the corners of his lips and shouted loudly.
"Follow the plan!"
That's the sound of horse hooves!
That’s right, it’s the sound of horse hooves!
The Mapuche are coming!
After two simulations and many battles, he was already very familiar with this sound.
Seeing that everyone had not reacted yet, Zhu Xianhai pulled out the Remington M185 8 and fired a shot into the sky.
“Beep!”
Gunshot!
For the Chinese workers who were busy in the fields, the sound of gunfire made them take action immediately. They picked up their weapons and rushed to the tractor. The slaves stood there at a loss.
"Quick, notify the Self-Defense Forces to prepare for battle, the enemy is attacking..."
When giving this order, listening to the thunderous sound of horse hooves in the distance, Zhu Xianhai narrowed his eyes into slits and stared at the Mapuche people in the distance with a sneer on his face.
However, those around him were not so bold. Without exception, cold sweat broke out on their backs.
native?
They are all riding horses. How could there be so many of them?
In an instant, cold sweat broke out on Feng Ping's back!
