Originally, Han Du was planning to embarrass the people from the Ministry of Industry, so he kindly sent someone to teach them how to make cement, but in the end, Heizi and others were beaten like that. Han Du is not the kind of person who is bullied and still tolerates being bullied.
Whoever dares to bully him will definitely take revenge.
Originally, Han Du was going to let his craftsmen teach him casually. Anyway, if they could learn how to learn, they deserved it. But when he saw these craftsmen, all of them were in ragged clothes, with yellow faces and skinny muscles, the anger in Han Du's heart disappeared in an instant. What kind of revenge was there? They were just poor people.
Without Han Du's instructions, Mr. Huang took the craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry to the cement kiln. While telling the craftsmen in the Ministry of Industry about the raw materials for making cement and what standards the raw materials should meet, they also let them watch with their own eyes the process of cement mixing from raw material proportions to firing.
At noon, the craftsmen in the banknote bureau put down their work and walked towards the canteen.
A leading old craftsman from the Ministry of Industry came to Mr. Huang with a honest smile and bowed: "This old man..."
"Oh, please don't call me that," Mr. Huang was flattered. He quickly stepped aside, grabbed the old craftsman's arm with both hands, and said, "We are about the same age. You must not call me that. Why don't you just call me Lao Huang?" how?"
"How can it be done?" The old craftsman originally said something that made him feel a little embarrassed, but when he saw Mr. Huang's refusal, his expression became much more relaxed. But after all, he had something to ask for, so the old craftsman was absolutely unwilling to address Lao Huang directly, so he clasped his fists and said, "Then I'll ask you to call me brother. Brother, we brought our own dry food. We are short of tea. I wonder if I can get some tea for us? If there is no tea, don’t worry, just give us some clean water. Thank you, bro."
"What water do you want?" Mr. Huang looked at the old craftsman in surprise.
The old craftsman suddenly sighed secretly in his heart. Sure enough, he was relying on someone else. He put on an apologetic smile with difficulty on his disappointed face, "In that case, then, then I don't dare to trouble my brother, I don't dare to trouble..." He thought Mr. Huang didn't even want to give him any saliva. He turned around and his eyes immediately turned red. Tears seemed to be about to fall, but he held them back.
After all, he couldn't blame Mr. Huang for this. He had been a craftsman all his life and had experienced too much such humiliation.
But no matter how much experience you have, there is no way to say that you are used to it, let alone to let others humiliate you.
Suddenly, the old craftsman who was about to leave felt his arm being pulled by a strong hand.
The old craftsman turned his head and looked at Mr. Huang in confusion, but said nothing.
"What kind of water do you want?" Mr. Huang said again, puzzled: "Master Han has prepared meals for you. What kind of dry food do you want? What kind of water do you want? Just come with us to eat."
"What did I say? Master Han actually prepared meals for us? That Master Han?" The old craftsman couldn't believe what he heard and thought he heard wrongly.
In this world, when the imperial court recruits craftsmen, don’t they always let the craftsmen solve the problem of feeding themselves? But I have never heard of anyone preparing food for craftsmen.
"Of course it's Mr. Han Duhan." Mr. Huang couldn't help but puff up his chest when he mentioned this, and smiled: "Since Mr. Han came to the banknote bureau, he changed the rules and provided all the craftsmen with a free meal at Xiangwu. .”
After speaking, he leaned close to the old craftsman's ear and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of making fun of you, brother. Ever since Mr. Han established this rule, old man, I only eat this meal a day, neither in the morning nor at dinner. This alone leaves a lot of food for the family.”
"It's really free, no money?" The old craftsman still couldn't believe it.
"Of course, can I still deceive you?" Huang Lao said decisively, holding the old craftsman's hand and rushing towards the canteen, "I won't say anything else, you will know after you take a look. Let's go quickly, I'm telling you, the old man is not the only one who comes here hungry to eat. Have you seen those guys?" Huang Lao stretched out his hand and pointed at the back of the paper craftsman, "These guys But they all came hungry to prepare for this big meal. Their stomachs are bigger than the old man’s, so they went too late and we couldn’t eat anything.”
After saying that, he would take the old craftsman to dinner.
The old craftsman raised his head and looked in the direction Huang Lao's finger pointed, and sure enough he saw all the craftsmen walking towards the same place.
"Wait a moment," the old craftsman said, trying hard to break free from Huang's hand. "Brother, please wait a moment. I'll go and greet them."
Mr. Huang looked at the old craftsman's leaving figure and shouted, "Hurry up, you'll be gone if you're late."
As soon as the old craftsman returned to the craftsmen in the Ministry of Industry, several anxious people immediately came up to him and asked him.
"Master craftsman, how are you doing?"
"Oh! The way the master craftsmen look at you, they are ignoring us? But I think that's right. I heard that the people from Yu Heng Qing Li Division beat the craftsmen black and blue, so it's okay for them to ignore us." Some craftsmen saw it. The old craftsman's eyes were red, thinking that things were going wrong, and sighed.
The old craftsman rubbed his eyes a few times and couldn't explain to them for a while. If there was really no food to eat after the trip, it would be a big loss.
So he said: "Don't ask, don't ask anything. If you trust me enough, just follow me quickly. Go, go, go, follow."
The old craftsman waved to everyone.
Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. Did the people at the banknote bureau agree to give them tea, or did they not agree? The old craftsman's expression didn't look like it was done at all, but he called everyone to follow him...
However, the old craftsman must have some reputation among the people. Although everyone did not understand, they followed him after the old craftsman's greeting.
Perhaps in their hearts, they all planned to follow the old craftsman to see what was going on. Even if things didn't work out, it would just be a wasted trip.
Mr. Huang brought the craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry to the dining hall. As soon as they opened the door, they were shocked by the sight in front of them.
Long tables and benches made of wooden planks filled several large rooms.
Placed on the long table are steamed buns in cages (in ancient times, steamed buns were similar to today’s steamed buns, with fillings, and steamed buns are similar to today’s steamed buns. However, whether it is steamed buns or steamed buns, due to fermentation Because the technology is immature, the taste is not as good as today's), there are vegetables, rice, and a small amount of meat dishes.
The craftsmen of the Banknote Bureau were sitting on the benches one by one, grabbing the steamed buns in the fan cage and eating them, one bite of the steamed bun and one bite of vegetables. The entire dining hall was noisy, and heads were shaking.
"Come and eat, what are you doing standing at the door?" Mr. Huang loudly greeted the craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry in front of a table.
A pair of chopsticks quietly stretched out from Mr. Huang's armpits, trying to steal a piece of meat on the plate in front of Mr. Huang.
Just when he was about to succeed, Mr. Huang quickly slapped the meat back onto the plate.
Mr. Huang turned his head and glared at the yellow-faced boy behind him, "It doesn't taste enough, does it? I wonder if this is for entertaining guests?"
The boy immediately apologized to Mr. Huang, "I was wrong, I was wrong. Besides, when you eat this meat, there will be enough time. Our table, as soon as it came up, two people couldn't breathe, and there was nothing left. Plate.”
The craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry walked up to Mr. Huang as if they were lost.
The old craftsman looked at everything in front of him and still couldn't believe what he saw. "Are these really for us to eat?"
"Eat." Huang Lao felt depressed when he saw this, "In the past, the old man was no different from you. The old man has also lived the life you have lived. There is nothing more to say. Come on, sit down and eat."
The craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry were no longer polite, sat down one by one, and began to eat.
But there was a younger craftsman who burst into tears while eating, and then he ate the steamed buns with his tears regardless of the tears dripping on them.
When Xiong Shi came to the dining hall, he saw Han Du hiding outside the dining hall with his butt sticking out and pulling open the window edge to peek inside.
Xiong Shi stepped forward lightly.
"Sir, what are you doing? If you want to see it, just go in and see it."
Han Du was startled when he heard this, turned around and saw Xiong Shi, and quickly made a silent gesture, "Shh!"
Xiong Shi was even more confused by Han Du's behavior. You are the biggest one in this banknote bureau. You can go wherever you want and see whatever you want. Are you so sneaky?
Besides, who are you showing this silence to?
Eating in the canteen is more lively than attending a big market. Even if you shout at the top of your lungs, they may not hear you.
Although he knew that speaking loudly and quietly would have no effect, since Han Du asked for a lower voice, Xiong Shi had no choice but to ask in a low voice: "Sir, what is this?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Han Du waved his hands relaxedly, looked up at the sky, and sighed: "Xiong Shi, do you think I am stupid?"
When Xiong Shi heard this, his chest suddenly stagnated, and he didn't know how to respond to Han Du's words. 'Whether you are stupid or not, I dare not say for sure. But it's not like you're fine, you definitely are. '
However, Han Du did not notice that Xiong Shi looked at him with strange eyes. Instead, he continued: "Why do you think I was so focused on stumbling upon the Ministry of Works in the past?"
Without waiting for Xiong Shi to answer, Han Du shook his head and said, "The situation is too small, the situation is too small..."
Xiong Shi saw that Han Du was behaving even more strangely, and almost put the words "Are you okay" on his face?
Han Du saw that Xiong Shi didn't know what was going on, so he put his arm around his shoulders. This action made Xiong Shi very uncomfortable, but now he couldn't figure out what kind of state Han Du was in, so he had to endure it temporarily without saying a word.
"Do you know what is the most expensive thing in the world?" Han Du asked seriously.
