Meton looked complacently at the 50 craftsmen transferred from the Ministry of Works, plus the Taoist Changsheng from the Taoist School, Zhang Mu from the Mo School, Deng Chong from the Ice Reverence Department, and Xue Rengui from the military. This was the grassroots team of the Firearms Supervisor.
"Ahem!" Meton coughed twice to attract everyone's attention.
"Greetings, Your Excellency!"
Everyone bowed and saluted.
Even though Meton had once stood in the exhibition of Mo Skills and was admired by thousands of people, his heart couldn't help beating faster at this moment. No wonder so many people pursued power. It was indeed addictive.
"As the saying goes, a new broom sweeps clean," Meton said in a loud voice.
Everyone's face twitched. Although other officials would punish people as an example to others when they took office, it was tacit. No one would say it in public like Mo Jiazi.
"But when I take office, lighting fires is forbidden," Meton shouted.
"Lighting fires is forbidden?" Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what Meton meant. Only the Taoist Changsheng looked thoughtful.
"From now on, lighting fires is forbidden in the Firearms Supervisor to avoid repeating the tragedy of the big explosion," Meton shouted.
The Taoist Changsheng nodded with lingering fear. That big explosion caused the Taoist External Alchemy Sect to suffer heavy losses.
"What about at night?" Zhang Mu asked. In the Mo Family's Village, lights were often used for night work and night school.
"The Firearms Supervisor only works during the day and is closed at night. Lighting fires is forbidden," Meton explained.
"It's cold in winter. Can't we light fires to keep warm?" Deng Chong asked.
"Charcoal basins are forbidden in winter. At that time, the Mo School will specially install heaters to keep you warm," Meton added.
"What about cooking?" a craftsman asked in a trembling voice. After all, people had to eat grains, so they needed to light fires to cook.
Everyone nodded in unison. This time, they couldn't avoid it no matter what!
"Cooking fires are forbidden in the Firearms Supervisor. All meals must be provided by the Xuandu Temple and sent to the Firearms Supervisor on time. Of course, the Firearms Supervisor will pay for the meals, "Meton explained.
Only then did everyone nod in satisfaction.
Meton waved his hand, and Zhang Mu immediately took out a set of ordinary linen clothes that could be found on the market. He showed them to everyone and said, "This is an open flame. In addition, there is also a fire hazard. No matter who enters the Firearms Surveillance Bureau, they are not allowed to wear mink fur. They must wear the linen clothes and cloth shoes specially made by the Firearms Surveillance Bureau."
"No one is allowed to use reading glasses!"
Everyone nodded. News of Mo Jiazi using his presbyopic glasses to ignite a fire had spread throughout Chang 'an City. Everyone knew that if the presbyopic glasses were careless, it could cause a fire.
Meton thought for a moment and said, "Sparks will fly when ironware collides with each other. Firearms Supervisor, unless necessary, try to minimize the use of ironware."
Xue Rengui frowned and said, "I'm afraid that won't do. The cavalry soldiers are all fully armored and their weapons never leave their hands!"
As a soldier, if he was unarmed, he would be like a tiger without any pressure.
Meton thought for a moment and compromised. "The cavalry soldiers should be fully armed while the patrolling soldiers should only keep their weapons."
Although it was inappropriate to ask the soldiers to take off their armor, Xi Junmai had told them to listen to Meton's orders. This condition was barely acceptable.
"There will be a fire investigation every ten days. As long as someone points out a hidden danger that may cause a fire, the reward will be 100 taels of silver." Meton tempted.
However, there were very few people who responded. Mo Jiazi had already thought of what they could think of, and Mo Jiazi had also thought of what they didn't think of. It seemed that they couldn't get the 100 taels of silver.
"I'm not making a fuss about the fire. It's related to our lives, so I hope that we'll never have to use these hundred taels of silver. That way, everyone will naturally be safe and worry-free," Modun said solemnly.
The eyes of the craftsmen instantly lit up. Before this, when they were chosen to come to the Firearms Supervisor, they were all anxious. Furthermore, as the Firearms Supervisor was being rebuilt and they saw the mess, they couldn't help but feel uneasy and on edge. They were afraid that one day they would end up like this. If it wasn't for the imperial court's orders, they probably would have already rejected the job.
However, when they saw Mo Jiazi's various fire prevention measures, even they couldn't think of any possibility of a fire going off. Their previous worries had long disappeared without a trace.
Meton saw that the morale was good and took the opportunity to say, "Everyone here is someone chosen by the imperial court to have a clean background. What you are participating in is related to the imperial court's hundred year plan. The imperial court will naturally not treat you unfairly. From today onwards, your family members will be incorporated into the Imperial Plantation. All corvee labor will be exempted and you will enjoy the same free medical treatment as the Mo Family Village. Your salaries will all be doubled."
"Thank you very much, Merton!" All the craftsmen were overjoyed. They were willing to take a huge risk to come to the Firearms Supervisor. Who would have thought that it would be such a lucrative job? It was like a pie falling from the sky.
"If you follow Merton, your 'money' will really be boundless!" Many craftsmen thought to themselves.
In Chang 'an City, Mo Jiazi's reputation was almost the same as that of the God of Wealth. Wherever he went, countless people benefited. Now it seemed that the rumors were true.
"Of course, since you have received the Emperor's favor, you must be loyal to him. The Firearms Supervisor is directly under the Emperor's jurisdiction. The secret formula of gunpowder is a secret of the imperial court. You must strictly keep everything you do in the Firearms Supervisor a secret. You must not reveal it to anyone, including your own family members. If anyone leaks the secret, he will be punished for the crime of deceiving the Emperor!" Meton said sternly.
"Crime of deceiving the Emperor!"
All the craftsmen were shocked. That was a crime punishable by beheading. They nodded repeatedly.
"In the future, you can go home and reunite with your family every ten days. If you have to go out for business, you must be escorted by a hundred riders to ensure your safety. Officer Xue, I'll leave this matter to you. "Meton turned to Xue Rengui.
Xue Rengui said solemnly, "I will not disappoint Merton."
The craftsmen were shocked, but when they saw Meton's various protective measures, they immediately realized how important their task was.
After giving the craftsmen instructions, Meton turned to Chang Shengzi and the other two.
"In the future, the three of you must deliver the raw materials needed by the Firearms Surveillance Bureau in the middle of the night. However, there will be orders issued by the court to ensure that you will be able to pass the curfew without any hindrance," Moton instructed.
The three craftsmen nodded solemnly.
"At the same time, the gunpowder produced by the Firearms Supervisor must be transported by a hundred riders in the middle of the night. They will be taken to a secret place to be stored. " Meton looked at Xue Rengui. Separating the gunpowder production and storage was the best way to prevent accidents.
Xue Rengui nodded. Xi Junmiao had already instructed him on this matter.
The production of black gunpowder was extremely simple. Everything Meton did was to keep the gunpowder formula a secret as much as possible. Now that the Taoist External Alchemy Sect had been wiped out by Meton, as long as the gunpowder formula was kept a secret, the Tang dynasty would definitely be able to maintain a leading edge in the future firearms industry. In the future, they would definitely be able to avoid the historical tragedy of being shot down by the West with cannons.
This was the greatest effort Meton could make for the future. It was also the greatest responsibility and obligation of a transmigrator.
After settling everything, Meton said in a satisfied voice, "I declare that from now on, the Firearms Supervisor is officially established."
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