"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My lord, you are all generations."
This is the blessing of the older generation of craftsmen to Handu.
The younger generation of craftsmen are much more direct, "Long live your lord..."
But as soon as he said these words, he was slapped on the forehead by the older generation of craftsmen.
"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Long live your Majesty, long live your Majesty..."
Now the craftsmen all regard Han Du as their savior. After so many years, they finally met such an official who thinks about them. They don't want to cause trouble to Master Han.
The young craftsman was beaten, but he did not dare to get angry at all. Instead, he licked his face and smiled, "Yes, yes, long live your Majesty, and how old is Mr. Han?"
This time, the young craftsman learned something strange and was not so sure.
But after hearing this, Han Du couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, as if he felt a coldness in his crotch, and a shadow lingered in his heart. He didn't want to go into the palace to serve Lao Zhu.
"Shut up." Seeing that they were getting more and more outrageous, Han Du quickly told them to stop.
"Now, I will arrange for you to do the first thing."
"Excuse me, sir." Lao Huang cupped his fists and bowed towards Han Du.
"I want to build two lime kilns. Do you have anyone who knows how to build a kiln?"
As soon as Han Du finished asking, Lao Huang turned to the crowd and yelled, "Heizi, get over here quickly."
A dark and thin young man moved left and right and came to Han Du, smiling and clasping his fists, "Heizi has met the adults."
As his name suggests, he is really dark.
Even though his face was dark, his hands were darker than the coarse clothes he was wearing. Although black, the knuckles are thick and strong, like two bear paws.
"Sir, this boy's family has been burning lime kilns for generations. When he fell down while walking, he followed his father to burn the kiln. In terms of kiln-burning skills, he is better than his father."
When he said this, Lao Huang couldn't help but sigh, "His father has been burning the kiln all his life, but the more he burned, the poorer he became. The family property accumulated by his grandfather's generation was all burned, so his father hated the burning. Kiln. No matter how good his craftsmanship is, he won't let him burn it, so he got it from me."
Han Du nodded to express his understanding.
The Chinese have attached great importance to craftsmanship since ancient times. Farmers rely on the sky for their livelihood, but craftsmen can earn their living without relying on the sky. There is a saying that goes like this, "If there is a flood or a drought, we will still eat."
Even in ancient times, there was a rule that a unique secret skill should be kept secret and not passed on to men.
It can be seen that people at that time attached great importance to technology.
It's a pity that they met Zhu Yuanzhang, a guy from an old farmer background, who treated the craftsmen as butt wipers. The skills that the craftsmen used to support their families have become a burden on the whole family under the craftsman household system, a big hole that can never be filled.
In this case, who will let their craftsmanship be passed on to the next generation? It would be better to just let the craftsmanship pass away.
The most powerful chronology of ancient technology was during the junior middle school period of the Ming Dynasty. It can be said that Zhu Yuanzhang's craftsman household system was more harmful than Qin Shihuang's burning books and entrapping Confucians.
But everything is still too late, it is still in the Hongwu Year, the older generation of craftsmen are still alive, and the real technological era has not yet come.
I have asked Lao Zhu for permission to sell technology again. If I make a good start here, maybe I will change Lao Zhu's mind and keep these technologies?
Thinking of the entire ancient China, thousands of years of technology passed down in front of him, Han Du's eyes shone horribly.
The look in the eyes of the craftsmen in front of them was extremely friendly.
What is technology? Even in modern times, there is a slogan "Whoever masters technology controls the world."
Are you desperate to ravage the entire rabbit industry without seeing a single chip technology? How much worse is Rabbit’s chip technology than Eagle Sauce’s? It's just a slight difference.
However, just such a thin line of difference is the difference between heaven and earth.
And how much higher is Ming's technology than others now?
This is simply impossible to measure, because many of Ming's technologies are unique in the world and no one else has them.
"Haha," Han Du was happy in his heart, "Well done, young and promising, with a bright future. Heizi, tell me, how long will it take to build two lime kilns?"
"Sir, if we have enough manpower, it will take about two days." Heizi answered Han Du neatly without any hesitation.
If it takes two days, the speed can still be maintained, Han Du nodded inwardly.
After all, there is no excavator at this time and can only be excavated manually. It is already good to be able to build it in two days.
Han Du pointed at Lao Huang and said, "Two days then. If you are short of manpower, go to Lao Huang." Then he pointed to Xiong Shi, "If you are short of money, go to him. I hope you can build it for me in two days."
"Sir, please rest assured," Heizi said with a dark smile on his face, "As long as there are enough manpower, I guarantee that it will be built within two days, and it will be beautiful."
People at this time generally value their promises, even if they are empty promises, they must be fulfilled even if they risk their lives.
Without further ado, after Heizi finished giving Han Du's instructions, he began to organize manpower, then selected a site, prepared tools, and started digging.
Han Du had not been to the yamen of the Banknote Lifting Department in the past two days. Every day before dawn, he came to the banknote bureau and watched with his own eyes as the craftsmen dug out the soil like ants moving. The lime kiln appeared in front of Han Du bit by bit.
Fengtian Temple.
It's late at night.
Lao Zhu finished reviewing the last memorial, put down the brush in his hand, picked up the ginseng tea at hand and took a sip.
To relieve his fatigue, he said casually, "Mao Xiang."
"I'm here."
A sinister sound came from a corner on the edge of the screen.
It was just two ordinary words in most people's mouths, but when this person said it, his voice was extremely weird.
It sounded like the voice of an old man at first glance, but there was a hint of yin in the voice, which made those who heard it feel a little chilly in their bones.
Even the old eunuch who was waiting on Lao Zhu couldn't help but frown when he heard this voice. His expression was a bit repulsive, a bit disgusting, and a bit respectful. He couldn't help but take a step back, as if he didn't want to be with this person. Too close.
Han Du had met Lao Zhu twice, but he had never noticed that such a person existed on the edge of the screen.
The man took two steps forward, stepped out of the shadows, and flickered the candlelight on him.
"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions."
Lao Zhu was still sipping ginseng tea and asked, "What is that boy Han Du doing these two days?"
"Back to the emperor, Han Du has not been to the banknote raising department in the past two days, but is at the banknote bureau with his subordinates." Mao Xiang replied matter-of-factly with no expression on his face.
After hearing this, Lao Zhu raised a smile on his lips while drinking tea. He thought to himself, "I didn't expect this guy to be a practical person."
Although Lao Zhu is obsessed with letting officials go to court, it would be a big mistake to think that Lao Zhu likes officials to be just a formality. On the contrary, Lao Zhu prefers officials who do practical things.
"How is the printing of his treasure banknotes?"
"Back to the emperor, Han Du did not print treasure banknotes."
If there were no treasure banknotes printed, what was Han Du doing in the banknote bureau these two days? Lao Zhu frowned slightly. He couldn't be dawdling in the banknote bureau. Did this kid learn to fish in troubled waters so early?
The child does not teach, the father too.
This kid started fishing in troubled waters so early. It was Hande's fault as a father. It seemed that it was right to put him in jail.
"Sneeze." Hande, who was in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, couldn't help but sneeze, making his beard tremble.
"Dad, are you okay? Did you catch the cold?" Han Shu asked with concern, "Do you want to take a letter out and ask the elder brother to ask a doctor to come and take a look at it?"
A few days ago, the cell leader quietly told Han Shu that if he needed anything, he could come to him, even if it was to bring a message to the outside world or bring someone to visit the prison.
So when Han Shu saw that his father might have suffered from the cold, he remembered this.
Han De sighed and waved his hand to stop Han Shu, "No, dad is not cold. Maybe your mother is talking about me at home."
Lao Zhu put the tea cup in his hand heavily on the imperial desk and asked sharply: "Then what is he doing?"
"Digging a lime kiln."
Bang, Lao Zhu slapped the imperial case. He was furious, "I asked him to print new treasure banknotes, but he actually went to dig a lime kiln?"
In Zhu Yuanzhang's view, digging lime kilns has nothing to do with printing treasure banknotes. What a lime kiln can do is nothing more than burn lime. Even if lime is needed to print treasure banknotes, there is no need to dig a kiln. Can't we just go to the Ministry of Works and transfer some?
The treasure banknotes were related to the fate of the Ming Dynasty. How could he ignore such an important matter so lightly?
Mao Xiang watched Zhu Yuanzhang pacing back and forth with an expressionless face. Knowing that the emperor was really angry this time, a hint of secret joy and a deep hidden desire arose in his heart.
Zhu Yuanzhang turned around sharply and ordered to the old eunuch, "Send someone to tell Han Du and let him not forget that he is doing meritorious service for his crime. If he cannot make a treasure that satisfies me, be careful with his head."
"My slave obeys the order."
After the old eunuch answered, he turned around and exited the hall to make arrangements.
Lao Zhu sat back on the dragon chair angrily.
Mao Xiang, who was standing by, sighed in his heart with a hint of coolness. Seeing that Lao Zhu had no other instructions, he took two steps back and was once again covered in the shadows.
The lime kiln was built yesterday. According to Xiao Hei, after letting it dry overnight, the kiln can be installed to burn lime today.
Han Du came to the Banknote Bureau early and saw the craftsmen moving the limestone into the kiln and stacking it on the huge iron frame.
At this time, someone informed Han Du, "Your Excellency, a eunuch came outside and said that there was an oral edict from the emperor that he wanted to pass on to you."
Han Du didn't know what Lao Zhu was going to tell him, so he waved his sleeves and said, "Please come in quickly."
The visitor quickly ran out and invited the eunuch in.
Han Du soon saw a young eunuch holding Buddha dust in his hand and walking toward him with broken steps.
