Blacksmith Lao Zhao is now feeling proud.
No one would have thought that this craftsman, who was driven out by the general as a prisoner and a dog, has now become a famous craftsman in Chang'an!
For this reason, the officials who were in prison for deliberately framed Lao Zhao with a piece of paper, did not need Lao Zhao to deliberately seek revenge, and just left with their titles free and easy...
There is nothing that can be done about it. They all know that if they don't wear the crown now, they may not be able to wear the crown in the future! In fact, it is very likely that their heads will be hung.
Just looking at it now, everyone in the army is rushing to curry favor with Lao Zhao, hoping to give priority to their equipment.
If you kill a few petty officials and let Lao Zhao jump in the queue for them, these killers will not even blink when they stab them.
Since the blacksmith workshop became bigger, Xiao Han has rarely been to the blacksmith workshop.
He even said that if he could not come, he would definitely not come!
After all, once you get here.
All the ears heard was the roar of water hammer.
All the eyes see is floating smoke and dust.
Not to mention, the pungent smell that filled the car!
God knows why these people must use all kinds of strange animal urine to quench their fire? Wouldn't it be enough to get some mountain spring water? Now that nothing has happened, someone is carrying a bag of unknown liquid to Xiaojiazhuangzi to sell it. I don’t know if these people can tell the difference between tiger urine and cat urine...
Today, Xiao Han came to the blacksmith workshop for the first time, but after entering the door, his brows did not relax.
"Old Zhao, can't you get something for ventilation? I don't know this is bad for your health!" Walking in the slightly dark workshop, Xiao Han covered his mouth and nose and said displeasedly to Old Zhao behind him. .
When Old Zhao heard this, he took a deep breath, as if he was fascinated by the air mixed with various smells, and then smiled and said: "Master Hou, you are doing it for our own good, I know that! But we blacksmiths are not like Hou You are so rich and rich, it would be great if you can work in this big house where the wind can't blow and the rain can't get wet! Why do you dare to be picky? If you can make the place where you work as comfortable as your home, Where else can I find good work?”
"You mean I'm meddling in other people's business?" Xiao Han waited for Lao Zhao to finish speaking and immediately glared at him.
"Hey, I don't dare, I don't dare!"
Old Zhao was glared at by Xiao Han and laughed twice. However, after getting along with Xiao Han for so long, he was no longer as submissive as he was when he saw nobles at first. Now, when Old Zhao sees officials from Chang'an, they are all straightforward. Speak with your back straight! This is also his magnanimity as a master craftsman.
"Don't you dare? Then let me ask you, where did the clothes that were given out at the beginning go? Why are you all shirtless? Look at your body, how many good pieces of skin have been burnt?" Xiao Han was very dissatisfied with Lao Zhao's perfunctory attitude. , stood still, pointed at the shirtless men around him and asked sharply.
Old Zhao glanced at where Xiao Han was pointing, with a smile still on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "Master Hou, haven't these blacksmiths been here like this for thousands of years? It's hot in here, so your clothes I can’t wear it! Besides, such good clothes, worn for work, will have a hole when ironed! It’s a pity to look at it.”
"What a pity? Is it more cost-effective to iron clothes or skin?" Xiao Han asked angrily.
Lao Zhao curled his lips and said: "If your skin and flesh are not tight, don't all blacksmiths do this?"
Xiao Han was stunned by Lao Zhao's words, but after seeing the people around him, he could only sigh.
"Poor, still poor!"
The craftsmen working in his village in front of him were still relatively wealthy in the Tang Dynasty!
Now, they can’t even part with a piece of their clothes!
It’s not that they can’t afford it, it’s that they are afraid of poverty!
"From now on, everyone in the workshop will be given a piece of clothing every three months! You must wear it whenever you go to work! If you find someone shirtless, you will be deducted ten copper coins at a time! You will not be lenient! If it is hot, just open the window and put on the clothes." Open holes in the roof of the workshop and install ventilation fans!”
After saying this to Lao Zhao in a deep voice, Xiao Han patted him on the shoulder again and said: "Don't be sloppy in these things, it's all for your own good! We, the people in our family, have to do their jobs well, but in life, we can't be sloppy! I don’t want to see you all with injuries when you grow old!”
"Here!"
The head of the family has given the order, and Lao Zhao and the people around him immediately obeyed! At the same time, the eyes looking at him also brought a hint of gratitude.
This is what craftsmen are like. Although they don't say it, whoever treats them well and who treats them badly will know it in their hearts!
Waving his hands and asking everyone to continue working, Xiao Han led Old Zhao to continue walking forward. At this time, Old Zhao saw that Xiao Han's expression softened, and came up to him and asked softly: "By the way, Mr. Hou, what is a ventilation fan? The roof opens. Aren’t you afraid of leaking holes?”
"Idiot, ventilator, isn't it just a ventilator?"
Xiao Han laughed angrily at Lao Zhao's unaware look. He looked around, casually pulled out a piece of wire from a table, squatted on the ground and simply drew a roof fan that was most commonly used in later generations.
The roof fan drawn by Xiao Han is just like a big hat. It is the simplest and most practical mechanical structure. With the current craftsmen in the workshop, there is absolutely no problem in making such a thing.
"Here, this is the thing. Just use the thinnest iron sheet. Remember to paint it to prevent rust!" After painting the last stroke, Xiao Han threw away the wire, stood up from the ground and said to Lao Zhao.
Old Zhao is still squatting on the ground, marveling at the sketch drawn by Xiao Han: "Master Hou, how do you think your head is so long? How come you can think of anything no matter what it is?"
"Get out! Your head is the tambourine!"
After laughing and kicking Lao Zhao, Xiao Han stepped over the sketch and continued walking deeper into the workshop.
"If I can shoot something new with just a tap on my head, then I'd rather be used as a tambourine!"
Lao Zhao, who was kicked and staggered, said with a grimace. Seeing Xiao Han walking away, he quickly called for someone to come over and copy the sketch aside, and then trotted after him.
Fighting means fighting for money!
This one seems to apply to everyone!
Xiao Han once saw mountains of equipment piled up in several warehouses. If converted into copper coins, it would probably be enough to fill all the houses in his house! With the Ministry of War's great efforts, he was still complacent in thinking that these were enough to support a battle!
However, the letter from Xiao Lizi poured cold water on his head.
Unlike Xiao Han, who is almost an idiot on the battlefield, Li Shimin, the commander-in-chief who has been involved in killing fields since he was young, knows very well: the so-called war is, to put it bluntly, a process of the strong bullying the weak!
Of course, if there is an occasional case where the weak defeats the strong, Li Shimin will stubbornly believe that it is because the strong only looks strong!
Therefore, what he said is correct and does not accept any refutation!
