Old Zhao sat on the spacious chair, slowly holding the chair with his calloused hands. After thinking for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind, raised his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Hou, we lost the formula you gave us. …”
"What? The formula is lost? Hey, if it's lost, it's lost. What's the big deal!"
When Xiao Han heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was that there was a problem with the iron-making process, because as far as he knew, tens of thousands of weapons had been made using this technology. In case of quality problems, , the scope and consequences involved are really unpredictable! When the time comes, he, a revolutionary pioneer, might really become a pioneer and be expelled first...
Now I suddenly heard that it was just the formula that was lost, and I felt relieved. The formula had always been in Xiao Han's mind, and all that was lost was just a piece of paper. Even if an outsider got it, what would happen? A basic iron smelting formula was not a problem at all in Xiao Han's eyes, but it made him nervous for a long time!
Old Zhao's head slowly lowered. It seemed that the more Xiao Han behaved like this, the more he became at a loss: "The Marquis said at the beginning that all officials are bad. When we first went there, we always kept the formula ourselves, and added We prepare the ingredients ourselves, and the people who will be the supervisors have no objections. Instead, they treat us with delicious food and drink, and they treat us as brothers. At that time, we also thought that they were nice people... In this way, after a few days , a high-ranking official came to the supervisor and said that he wanted to record the formula to prevent it from being lost. He was a member of the imperial court and held a high position. Together, we should have no problem, so we gave the formula to him... "
When Lao Zhao said this, his voice gradually became lower and lower until there was no movement. Xiao Han, who had been listening carefully, heard a hint of conspiracy in it.
"Then what?" Xiao Han asked.
"Then..." Old Zhao suddenly gritted his teeth, "The next day, when we went to work, the manager suddenly said that the last furnace of molten steel was completely useless and asked us to take responsibility. I was anxious at the time and wanted to go see what was going on. , the stewards refused to let me go, and then I also felt that there was something wrong here, so I got angry, scolded them a few times, and was kicked out at noon on the pretext of bumping into the superior!"
With that said, Lao Zhao took out a piece of paper from his arms, got up from his seat, held it in both hands and gave it to Xiao Han.
Xiao Han reached out and took it and took a look. There were very few words written on the paper. It was in classical Chinese. It took Xiao Han a while to understand. The general meaning was like repatriation. The prisoner did not want them anymore and wanted them to go back to their place of origin. .
It can be said that Lao Zhao and the others were originally from King Qin. Of course, Xiao Han also had a transfer order, so it is not wrong to say that they are from Xiao Han's place.
Putting down the piece of paper, Xiao Han tapped the table with his fingers. He had already arrived with his eyes darkened and his head was green. After this period of adaptation, at least on these issues, he was more or less the same. There's something thoughtful about it!
This matter is not complicated, it is even a very simple thing. Xiao Han has heard too many more shameless things in his previous life. The simplest trick like this is really not worth mentioning.
But when things happen to others, they are just stories. Once it happens to you, no matter how open-minded you are, you cannot just smile and get over it...
Xiao Han is like this now. He doesn't show anything on the surface, but he is a little angry in his heart, not because of this simple formula, but because of the shame and anger of being treated like a monkey!
These days, all the Tang people he saw were polite and polite. Even the sinister male prince looked like a hypocrite. But now that the blacksmiths said this, it turned out that the Tang Dynasty was not a saintly country where gentlemen were everywhere. , that’s right, in this world, there is black and white, and I was deceived by the appearance of the Tang Dynasty. It should be noted that no matter how bright the sun is, there are shadows that cannot shine.
"Who is that official? Do you recognize him?!" Xiao Han's tone was a little cold. Xiaodong and Lengzi stood straight behind Xiao Han, motionless. No matter how stupid they were, they could tell that Xiao Han was indeed the official. Angry.
The blacksmiths below all lowered their heads and did not dare to look up at Xiao Han. Someone whispered: "I don't know him, but I heard someone call him Master Pei..."
"Your surname is Pei?" Xiao Han tapped the table with a steady expression. At this time, he didn't look like a second-rate person in front of Li Shimin and Xue Shou. Instead, he really looked like a powerful court official.
The surname Pei was a common surname in the Tang Dynasty, and there were military generals with the surname Pei. With just one surname, it was impossible to determine who this person was, and even if Xiao Han knew who he was, what could he do? In this world, not everyone needs to give you face, and when you are just a little prince who doesn't even have a fiefdom.
The air was so oppressive that no one in the room even gasped loudly. They could only hear the crisp clicking sound of Xiao Han gently tapping the table.
After a long time, Xiao Han stopped knocking. Although his voice was still a little angry, it was much better than before: "Then besides you, who else was kicked out?"
The eldest apprentice of blacksmith Lao Zhao raised his head and answered hesitantly: "If I go back to the Marquis, there is nothing more to say... We live like human beings in the mansion, and when we go there, we feel a little out of tune with other craftsmen. After a few days, When we came down, we were all together, and the other craftsmen didn’t talk to us..."
Xiao Han was a little strange when he heard what he said, and asked: "Oh? You have lived like a human being, but you have lived a life that is not human before?"
When the blacksmith Lao Zhao heard this, his tears began to flow down uncontrollably, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master Hou, you are compassionate in your heart and treat our craftsmen as human beings, but it is different in the Ministry of Works and the General's Prison. ! Here, the craftsmen are not people, they are just working animals. If you go and see the situation of the craftsmen, you will understand it all! Because of this, they dare to steal our formula so blatantly! "
"In this day and age, are skilled workers living so badly?" Xiao Han was a little surprised and didn't believe it, but there was no way Lao Zhao and the others were lying to him!
This is a big problem. Compared to the formula, Xiao Han feels that he seems to have encountered something that really needs him to solve!
I want to do something in the Tang Dynasty, not just by plagiarizing two poems or making some money. If so, when I am about to die, what's the point of living this life?
No, that’s not what I want. I want to rely on the development of technology, in this period that is most suitable for industrial development, to leave all other countries in the world far behind, so that they can’t even catch up with the smoke and dust of the Tang Dynasty. superior!
What kind of grassland people, what kind of Japanese pirates, what kind of sticks, all of them squatting down and disobeying me? While you were holding the bow and arrow, Datang had already set up the cannons! When you charge on horseback, my tanks will let you know what it is like to shake a tree. Those who bully us, wait for me. I want you to taste how uncomfortable it is to fall behind and be beaten!
After imagining it in his mind, Xiao Han was trembling with excitement. Xiaodong was afraid that Mr. Hou would get hysterical again, so he quickly pushed him from behind. Xiao Han finally recovered his thoughts, sat up straight, and spoke again, but his tone was different. It is no longer heavy, but has some lightness in it: "
Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore. Your Marquis doesn’t have much power now. If he is bullied, he will bully him. Let’s not say anything now. Lao Zhao, let me ask you, are you willing to follow me in the future? If you are willing, I will go to the King of Qin to ask for a transfer order. We don’t care about that crappy formula. Why don’t we go back and make better ones! Let them hold that as a treasure! "
In fact, these words are not Xiao Han's whim. This is what Xiao Han has always wanted to do!
Xiao Han is actually not stupid. He sees himself clearly and understands that he is not made for fighting, especially on this ancient battlefield where weapons meet!
Instead of going to the battlefield, he was asked to play politics with those politicians. Xiao Han felt that he could just find a rope and strangle himself to death, and then replace him with a cowherd boy who could play better than him...
His strength should lie in all kinds of strange insights and ideas. If possible, he would like to escape from Chang'an, a place of right and wrong in the future, and go to a quiet place to be a scientific researcher silently. Wait until his ideas are realized one by one. The world will tremble for him then!
Old Zhao stared blankly at Xiao Han with a face full of shock. After the formula was stolen, he thought about the scene when he saw Xiao Han again countless times, and even thought about dying to apologize more than once!
He understood that what he had thrown away was far from just a piece of fluffy formula! Even if we don't mention this priceless magical formula, Xiao Han's trust in him alone makes him have nowhere to put his decades-old face! If he hadn't thought about the kindness Xiao Han had given him, Lao Zhao would have really wanted to leave his hometown. Being a refugee would be better than the torment in his heart.
It can be said that no matter how absurd Lao Zhao's idea is, there is nothing like this. Once it is over, does it really mean it is over?
"Master Marquis, are you so angry?" Lao Zhao's eldest disciple asked timidly.
Xiao Han glared: "Fart, if you are willing to follow me, go and clean up and have a rest! I will record this scene for now, and I will definitely get it back for you in the future! Also, when you are free, you can take me to see the general prisoner. , Mr. Marquis, I have some things to do. If you do it well, it may affect the future fate of the craftsman family. Okay, I won’t tell you too much. Go and clean yourself up and eat together later. Now that you’re home, what? Too much thought!”
After saying that, Xiao Han waved his hand, and Xiaodong behind him quickly rushed over to support Xiao Han, and the two of them walked out of the house together...
This scene is destined to be a scene that the blacksmiths will remember for their entire lives. There is no rebuke or complaint. It is just like after a fight in childhood, the family said to themselves: If you haven’t been beaten before, just wash your face, eat first, and be energetic. Go beat them again! "
Looking at the little marquis who was much younger than his own son, Lao Zhao's vision was a little blurry, until Xiao Han stood up and opened the door and went out. The light from the door finally made Lao Zhao wake up.
Some stood up tremblingly, and the blacksmiths around him heard whimpers. In the sky that had been cloudy all day, in the evening, a ray of sunset secretly peeked out from the dark clouds. Just like Lao Zhao's heart, there was something in the darkness. A glimmer of light.
After solving the blacksmith's problem, or perhaps half of the problem, Xiao Han decided not to think about the bullshit problems that happened today. He went out, turned his sore neck, twitched his nose twice, and then walked out. After smelling the aroma, I came to the kitchen. It is more important to solve the problem of food and clothing first...
The kitchen of the Xiao family is very big, very big...several times bigger than the house Xiao Han rented in his previous life. Of course, the kennel is indeed a bit small. Now that I think about it, I don’t know about my money or the 64g seeds I collected. My heart aches when I think about how cheap that animal is...
Neck pain, foot pain, thigh pain, coupled with heartache, Xiao Han felt like he was almost a useless person... Hao Xuan came to the door, sighed and looked inside, but his mood immediately improved!
Because Xiao Han was seeing the straw basin holding dumplings placed on the stove.
The white dumplings are lined up neatly one by one, like soldiers waiting for inspection, so neat that they can’t bear to put them in the pot!
Moreover, these dumplings are much longer and more beautiful than the ones Xiao Han made before. To be able to make them like this is like a work of art. The cook must have worked hard at first glance!
You must know that when Xiao Han taught the fat chef, the dumplings made by those big hands like pig's trotters, well, that thing should be called steamed buns, and that one was terrible. When it was made at night, the whole family ate a pot of slices. The soup and meatballs, those guys actually praised how delicious they were, but Xiao Han almost didn't lift the pot... I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a few days, the skill of making dumplings was better than the meat on the chef's belly. Fast!
After looking at the dumplings, look at the tumbling soup pot next to it.
The white noodles are twisting into various shapes in the boiling water. In another pot, the stew of kidney beans and diced eggs and meat is simply fragrant! Xiao Han, who had been eating pig food for several days, almost lost control and left three thousand feet of saliva behind...
"Huh..." There was a sound of sucking saliva. Xiao Han subconsciously touched his mouth and suddenly realized that the sound did not seem to come from himself!
Looking to the side, Xiaodong and Lengzi, who had sneaked up behind him at some point, were smiling at him with saliva flowing around them...
"Get out, get out...how can Mr. Hou come here..."
Being kicked out, Xiao Han and Xiaodong stared blankly at the fat cook, as if they no longer recognized this fat and pig-like cook. They couldn't understand that Xiao Han was still here two days ago. Teach him how to make dumplings, why are you chasing him out today?
