In order to see with his own eyes what Liu Liang was doing, Xiao Zhong thought of a way.
He used the basket to select a load of wool, which he had just sheared.
He decided to send the wool in person and take a closer look.
Xiao Zhong's work section can be said to be almost open, surrounded by walls with a roof, but there are no other walls and only pillars are used to bear the load.
But Liu Liang's section is different. It is about the same size as a bathhouse, and is an out-and-out large room.
Not only is there one big room, but there are several big rooms.
He was picking up wool and was about to go in when he was suddenly stopped by two nursing homes.
Not only are there two nursing homes in front, but there are also nursing homes patrolling the surrounding areas.
Xiao Zhong took a look and realized that these nursing homes were none other than soldiers who had retired from the security regiment and the Sichuan Protecting Army.
Although these soldiers were injured and unable to play, they were more than enough to guard the workshops.
The little saint is really powerful. Not only does the nursing home have guards, but it also solves the problem of retired personnel.
It's just that a nursing home is set up here. Is there anything that can't be seen?
Seeing such mystery, Xiao Zhong became even more curious. Is there any secret?
The two guards bowed to him and at the same time said respectfully: "I'm sorry, but please don't enter here unless you want to."
"You two know who I am?" Xiao Zhong couldn't help but became furious and asked the two guards.
The two guards bowed again: "I've met Duan Zhang Xiao."
"Since you know that I am the section chief, why do you stop me?" Xiao Zhong looked at the two people angrily.
The two of them guarded the courtyard without being arrogant or humble, and they still greeted each other with a courtesy: "Commander Xiao, this is the rule of the workshop, please don't embarrass the villain."
It seemed that it was too hard, so Xiao Zhong had no choice but to put down the woolen burden on his shoulders.
"Please tell Duan Chang Liu that Xiao Zhong has sent him wool." He bowed respectfully to the nurse, and had no choice but to give it softly.
The two nursing homes hurriedly stepped aside. Although they had workshop regulations, they were still subordinates.
The order of honor and inferiority is etiquette.
If the two of them dared to accept a courtesy from Duan Chang, someone would naturally complain to them or even reprimand them.
The outcome is not difficult to imagine, it must be expulsion.
Not only do they not dare to reciprocate gifts, but they must return gifts.
One of the guards bowed respectfully and said, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Xiao. I will go in and report."
During tea time, Liu Liang came out and was overjoyed to see Xiao Zhong picking out wool.
"Congratulations to Chengzhi for your successful opening." With a salute of both hands, Liu Liang was about to take over the load of wool.
Xiao Zhong refused Liu Liang's hands and stated his reason: "Do good things to the end and send the Buddha to the west."
"What kind of treasure house do you have here to make it so mysterious?" Xiao Zhong was a little unhappy when he saw Liu Liang hesitated for a while.
He simply said directly: "Ziyou, can't I go in and visit even if I want to?"
After saying that, he looked at Liu Liang while carrying the burden.
Liu Liang thought for a while, nodded and said, "Sincerity is the old man of Zhaojiazhuang. Loyalty is not a problem. Please."
After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation with his hands.
Xiao Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and walked in through the gate with his burden.
When I came to the workshop, I felt one word: big, wide, long and bright.
I saw that it was about two feet wide and one hundred feet long, with two hundred pillars.
On both sides there are overlapping cross windows like those seen in bathhouses, but the small windows are higher.
Not only that, there is a row of crystal windows on the roof.
There are actually windows made of crystal. This is too luxurious.
There are five water tanks in each row in the workshop. The water tanks are five feet long and two feet wide. There are aisles on both sides of the water tanks.
Xiao Zhong estimated that based on the length of the water tanks, there should be a thousand water tanks here.
There is one person taking care of each drainage tank, and there should be about two hundred people inside.
He discovered a phenomenon here, there were no women.
And there were actually a few women in the section where he was shearing sheep.
There were all men here. Are they preparing for war? He was even more puzzled.
There are not only wooden wheel carts but also baskets in the aisle.
A basket is enough, so why use a cart? Wool is not heavy.
Since there is light on both sides and the roof, you can see clearly inside the water tank.
"There's nothing strange here, right? It seems like the water tank is all filled with water." Xiao Zhong looked at it carefully and felt puzzled.
Liu Liang poured the newly sheared wool into the water tank, and then slowly stirred it with a wooden stick.
Liu Liang explained while stirring: "This water is not ordinary water. It is a potion specially used to eliminate the smell of wool, soften it, and remove oil residue."
"Isn't the potion black? Why is this potion the same as water?" Xiao Zhong looked at it repeatedly, becoming more and more confused as he listened.
Liu Liang thought for a while and decided to say: "You are an old man from Zhaojiazhuang. It doesn't matter if I tell you that this potion was invented by the little saint. It is not the messy potion from the past."
After speaking, Liu Liang bowed respectfully in the direction of Zhaojiazhuang and thanked the little saint for inventing this magical potion that can eliminate the smell of mutton and soften wool.
Seeing Liu Liang salute, Xiao Zhong and others also bowed respectfully to Zhaojiazhuang.
It can be said that there were no little saints, nor were all of them present today.
"So it seems that all the people inside are retired soldiers? No wonder they are so murderous." After saluting, Xiao Zhong asked again.
Liu Liang nodded and admitted this: "So there are guards outside, so the secrets inside cannot be discovered by careful investigation."
"Is there any fine work in the workshop?" Xiao Zhong didn't think of this for a moment.
Liu Liang looked at Xiao Zhong carefully, which made Xiao Zhong's hair stand on end. Did he regard him as a spy?
But if he was treated as a minor, why should he be let in? Xiao Zhong was even more confused.
"After the Hu people were defeated this time, they put a lot of fine craftsmen into Xi County." Liu Liang said while stirring the wool in the water tank with a wooden stick, "It is impossible for a fine craftsman to carve words on his forehead. Which one is a fine craftsman?" I don’t know, the only way is to keep it secret.”
"Does the workshop also have detailed work?" Xiao Zhong thought for a while, "Including my section?"
He broke out in a cold sweat when he thought that there might be barbarians working in his section.
Liu Liang nodded and replied while stirring: "This is difficult to rule out."
Xiao Zhong also held a wooden stick and followed Liu Liang to stir while looking at the cart.
He looked at the cart and asked in confusion: "Wool is not heavy, why do you need a cart? These are retired soldiers, don't they have this little strength?"
"Is cotton heavy?" Liu Liang felt a little funny, but he couldn't laugh at it, so he gave an example.
Xiao Zhong thought for a while and shook his head: "Cotton is not heavy at all. If it is heavy, it will not be uncomfortable to wear."
"If the cotton is wet with water, is it still light?" Liu Liang continued to ask.
Xiao Zhong suddenly realized, "Cotton is indeed heavy after being wet. Is wool the same as cotton? But does wool become heavier when water is added?"
"The principle is the same. These weights are actually the weight of water." Liu Liang explained, "And some of these craftsmen have broken arms and legs, so they really need to push the cart."
Xiao Zhong took a closer look and found that some people did have broken arms and some were lame.
These are the elites of the security group or the Sichuan Army. They fought tooth and nail to kill the enemy for the sake of the Song Dynasty, and only then did Xixian County become what it is today.
Thinking of this, he bowed deeply to these retired soldiers.
Seeing Xiao Zhong salute, Liu Liang hurriedly introduced it to his men.
Only then did these retired soldiers realize that this man was a retired formation leader and also the section leader of the workshop.
Hearing that he was a section commander and a formation commander, these retired soldiers hurriedly stepped aside and returned the salute.
The two sides bowed to each other, and since they were both former soldiers under Zhaojiazhuang and now worked in the same workshop, they immediately became closer.
Xiao Zhong followed Liu Liang while stirring and asked, "How long will this take?"
"This takes about half an hour, preferably an hour, to achieve satisfactory results." Liu Liang said while stirring.
Liu Liang looked at the wool in the water tank, and suddenly remembered a question: "Ziyou, if the wool is picked up from the water tank and soaked in a lot of potion, wouldn't it be a lot of waste?"
"This little saint has already considered this. Look, isn't there a water tank in the third row? After four cleanings, the potion is almost left in the water tank." Liu Liang pointed to the water tank next to each row and smiled.
"I understand," Xiao Zhong suddenly realized, and suddenly thought of another question, "The wool is wet, so it's impossible to wear it like this."
"Of course, I have thought of this, not bad." Liu Liang showed off and led Xiao Zhong out of the workshop and to the next stage of the process.
The next stage of the process is also a building without walls. It is also supported by pillars and is ventilated from all sides.
This building is about the same size as the one just now, maybe even bigger, Xiao Zhong estimated while looking at it.
Since it has no walls, it relies entirely on pillars for support.
There are also a hundred retired soldiers here, who are cutting bamboo with hatchets and building.
A deputy section chief named Liu Tian hurried over. He turned out to be a fire chief and came here after retiring.
Liu Liang introduced the two parties to each other and asked Liu Tian to introduce the whole process.
Liu Wei pointed to the bamboo being built and said: "Tell Duan Zhang Xiao, this is the drying process, that is, after the wool is washed, it is dried here."
Xiao Zhong pointed to the craftsmen at work and asked puzzledly: "Why are they building drying racks here?"
"Of course the drying racks are made here. On sunny days and cloudy days, they are dried in the sun. On rainy days, they are moved here." So that's how Liu Tian explained.
"I understand, but why are there so many people drying here?" Xiao Zhong looked at the craftsmen coming and going and asked, stroking his chin.
Liu Wei shook his head and continued to explain: "The drying process is not as simple as leaving it here. It is actually very complicated, and of course there are a lot of manpower."
"My wife just puts the clothes on the drying rack and doesn't care. There's nothing complicated about it." Xiao Zhong didn't believe it at all. He felt that the little saint deliberately stuffed these semi-crippled people here in order to let them retire.
Liu Tian still shook his head and said patiently: "First, it must be opened constantly. It must also be turned over and over. The process requires that the wool must be opened once every tea time, and the wool must be opened from the inside out. Second, select the wool. Select out the secondary wool, short hair, waste hair, insect hair, dirty hair, etc."
"So the drying process requires not only physical strength, but also patience and care." Seeing Xiao Zhong's stunned look, Liu Tian concluded.
Xiao Zhong shook his head and sighed: "It seems that everyone is knowledgeable and there is knowledge everywhere. The ancients do not deceive me."
The Jiang family and the Zhou family have many characteristics in common. They are both about thirty years old, have parents-in-law of about fifty, and have several children.
They also have a common characteristic, that is, if the officials died in battle with the barbarians, they are also the survivors.
Zhaojiazhuang treats the families of martyrs and soldiers extremely favorably. Not only does it provide a high one-time subsidy, the parents are provided with care until the end of their lives, and the children are raised as adults.
Not only are the children at home looked after by their parents-in-law, but they also go to school for free when they reach school age, and they also have lunch at noon.
Not only that, even the wife of a martyr has to arrange work, and the salary is promised to be no less than three Guan delivery cards.
How much is the Sanguan pick-up card? It is enough to buy rice for a family.
Now Zhou and Jiang, like the wives of thousands of other martyrs, came to the finishing workshop of the workshop.
This workshop is very large, similar to a cleaning workshop, with small cross windows on both sides and a small crystal window above the head.
Each of them has a small table and two baskets, one of which contains loose wool and the other contains pre-sorted wool.
Their job is very simple, which is to twist the scattered wool into strips with their skillful hands. They only need chopsticks that are 30% the size.
This job does not require much effort, it just requires patience and meticulousness.
These women have no other characteristic than patience and meticulousness.
One woman is equal to three thousand ducks. Thousands of women are equal to three million ducks. They should be quacking non-stop.
But the women here have no voice, everyone is working on their own hands.
Because the section chief Xiong Min has spoken, as long as you complete the task, your salary will be three guan, and if you exceed the task, you will be rewarded. If you can reach six guan, it is not a problem.
Liu Guan, my God, even a man from Xi County may not be able to find so much money.
You know, this is not a huizi, nor a copper coin, but a delivery card that is more valuable than silver.
The wives of the martyrs soon emerged from the shadow of the officials' grief. Their families' livelihoods were resolved, and they themselves had a way to survive.
Life on your own is not a problem, even if you remarry, you can straighten your waist.
After all, there is a way to survive, even if your future husband's family is able to say tough things.
Of course, ensuring the livelihood of these martyrs is exactly what Zhao Ping considers.
Xi County soon knew that the retired soldiers and wives of martyrs in Zhaojiazhuang had a job.
The people of Xixian County kept praising Zhaojiazhuang for his benevolence and righteousness while spreading word of mouth.
"Zhaojiazhuang is not only great at fighting, but also great at dealing with disabled soldiers and martyrs' wives." Guest A in the teahouse drank tea while saliva flew everywhere.
Tea Guest B nodded and agreed with his statement: "I used to think that West County was the most dangerous, but now it seems that West County is safe."
"The little saint is not only great at financial management, but also has unprecedented martial arts skills." The tea guest Bing put down his teacup and expressed his sincere admiration.
The tea guest Ding took a sip of tea happily and concluded: "It is the little saint who solves the worries of the soldiers, and the soldiers have more confidence to attack the barbarians."
"Xixian County is indeed a paradise on earth." Another tea guest said.
Hearing these words spread in Xixian County, the eyebrows of Mr. Liu and Mr. Zheng almost wrinkled together.
Although there were rice and daily necessities issued by the government, and some had real estate certificates, they still felt uneasy because no work arrangements were made.
After all, there is only a certain number of jobs in Xi County. If Zhaojiazhuang takes care of the local people in Xi County, they may not be able to take care of them.
"Could it be that Zhaojiazhuang takes care of the local people in West County and forgets the original people among them?" Mrs. Liu came to Mrs. Zheng's house and expressed her thoughts.
Zheng shook her head and said: "As far as the slave family knows, the little saint has already considered this. I heard that the little saint got us in exchange for Hu prisoners of war."
Zheng said this to Liu to encourage her confidence, but she was actually saying it to herself.
After all, this is just a rumor, and she has no absolute confidence in it.
Dang, Dang, Dang, the gong inside rang.
The expressions of the two men changed, and the chief sounded the gong, indicating that something bad must have happened.
According to their custom, they either collect taxes or pay taxes.
"Comers from the Central Plains, please listen carefully. Don't make any mistakes when you go to work in the wool workshop tomorrow." The rough voice of Song Jian, the head of the village, came through the lane.
Due to the distance and the wind, Mrs. Liu could not hear clearly.
She didn't hear it clearly, but Zheng heard it clearly.
Mrs. Zheng wiped away her excited tears: "Sister Liu family, I didn't lie to you."
"Thank you, little saint. It's just that I am a pure peasant woman. I don't know what she can do." Mrs. Liu liked it but asked worriedly.
Mrs. Zheng wiped her breath, thought for a while, and said: "The little saint should have already considered it. We must believe in the little saint."
"At least tens of thousands of people need to make a living here. Can the little saint arrange it?" Mrs. Liu looked at the densely packed houses around her, and the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became.
Zheng also looked around at the densely packed houses, shook her head and nodded: "Believe in the little saints, believe in the little saints. These little saints can solve it."
But later on, she became less and less confident.
After all, the people who come here to make a living are not hundreds, nor thousands, nor dozens, but at least tens of thousands, or even tens of thousands.
No matter how powerful the little saint is, can he take care of so many people at the same time?
"No matter what, this is an opportunity. If you don't give it a try, how can you be willing to accept it?" Ms. Liu thought for a while and gritted her teeth.
Zheng thought for a while and said, "We can't go too late, otherwise we won't have a chance."
"How about this, let's go to bed now and go out to get on the wheel in the evening." Ms. Liu thought for a while and said decisively.
Liu didn't expect that Zheng directly denied his statement: "No, this won't work."
"Why?" Ms. Liu didn't understand for a moment.
Zheng said decisively: "We will eat right away. After eating, we will take the mats and quilts and directly occupy our seats."
"Eldest sister is still more powerful." Ms. Liu did not expect that Ms. Zheng would be more decisive than her.
The two warmed up the cold rice, ate it in a hurry, and then went to the wool workshop two miles away, wearing mats and quilts.
The wool workshop is close to the Han River and covers an area of 1,000 acres.
Mrs. Zheng looked at the workshop surrounded by walls, thought for a while and said, "Sister Liu, this workshop is not small. It should accommodate tens of thousands of craftsmen."
"It is still unknown whether the workshop can accommodate tens of thousands of craftsmen. Even if it can accommodate, there are tens of thousands of people here. Go quickly. If you are late, you will have no chance." Liu kept urging.
When I came to the workshop gate, I saw that there was already a long line of people, at least thousands of people.
Most of these people were women, not far behind them in age.
Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. They could think of it, and others could think of it too, and they could act faster than them.
Mrs. Liu pointed to those people who were eating and said, "You must be so impatient that you came here without eating."
"Fortunately, it's not too late for us. It seems that the livelihood problem is still big." Zheng counted the number of people in front of her and came to a conclusion.
Ms. Liu shook her head: "Not necessarily."
But she covered her mouth and did not let the words come out.
"This workshop covers an area of a thousand acres, which is similar to our residential area. It should be able to accommodate it." Mrs. Zheng knew Liu's thoughts and hurriedly persuaded Mrs. Liu.
Ms. Liu nodded and agreed while thinking that it would be better to comfort yourself by saying this.
Although she had this idea, she couldn't say it.
At this time, the workshop nurse came over and shouted loudly while beating the gong: "Uncles and aunties, please go back, you will catch a cold here."
"No, we all have brought quilts so we won't catch cold." All the people lined up on wheels said one after another.
Just kidding, it took a lot of effort to get the wheels lined up, how can you give others an advantage in vain?
The nursing home is still working hard: "The little saint has considered your livelihood, please rest assured. The weather is cold, go back and rest."
"Guyuan, I know your good intentions, but I accept your good intentions, so don't bother. Let's see, who is willing to go back?" A woman in her forties thought that the nursing home was good, and said to him, "Blessings", and reminded him. .
With this woman as the starting point, other people also spoke up: "Guardian of the hospital, you'd better go back, no one here wants to go back."
This nurse is young, only in her twenties.
He thought for a while, then went back and said a few words to a nursing home leader.
The head of the nursing home looked at these women lined up in a long wheel, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
He shook his head, and finally whispered into the ear of the nurse, who nodded.
"Uncles and aunts, please pay attention to the cold and heat, bring more clothes, don't catch a cold." Since I couldn't persuade them to leave, I had to remind them to bring more clothes.
When Mrs. Zheng heard this, she asked worriedly: "What if it rains?"
She also wanted to go back and bring the coir raincoat, after all, there were unforeseen circumstances.
Ms. Liu looked at the sky, where the clouds were clear and the wind was gentle, and she shook her head.
Finally it was daybreak. Fortunately, it didn't rain last night.
At the end of Chen hour, the door opened with a bang.
Seeing the door open, people rushed up.
If there is no order, accidents are very likely to happen, and there may even be people trampling on people.
"Please come in one by one according to yesterday's rules." The gong in the nurse's hand rang again, and he shouted loudly, "Otherwise, we will not recruit workers."
Upon hearing the threat from the nursing home, those people sighed regretfully and had no choice but to retreat.
Liu and Zheng waited for about an hour before it was finally their turn.
There are dozens of tables inside the gate, and there are two people at each table.
These people in charge registered and issued workshop materials to her at the same time.
When Mrs. Liu saw it, she suddenly felt strange. Not only did they have waist aprons and other things, but they also had uniforms and waistbands and so on.
This workshop is so good, I just gave out these things as soon as I came in.
But inside the basket there were not only scarves and clothes, but also something like a needle.
It's just that this needle is so weird. It's a foot long, only 30% the size of chopsticks, and it's made of wood.
What is it and what is it used for?
The two looked at each other and thought for a long time but couldn't understand.
After registering and receiving the gift, a person named Ruoxi came to a room.
This room is about two acres in size. It is surrounded by small windows, four pillars, and a small crystal window above the head, which provides good light.
There are a hundred small tables and stools inside, just enough for a hundred people.
There is a basket next to the table, containing something thin and soft, but I don't know what it is.
Ruoxi is young, only about sixteen, with a beautiful and charming appearance.
Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Zheng looked at each other and shook their heads. They had always thought it was a male craftsman in his fifties, but they didn't expect it to be a young lady.
Could it be that they are discriminating against us, the people of the Central Plains, for not arranging for an older craftsman to take care of us?
As the saying goes, if your mouth is hairless, your work will be weak.
What's more, not only does this person have no hair, but he will never grow hair.
The two people couldn't help but change their expressions when they thought of this.
They looked at it and saw that not only their faces changed drastically, but also the faces of others.
Ruoxi also knew that she was young and had difficulty convincing the public.
So I took out a microphone that looked like a morning glory and said to everyone: "Uncles and aunties, I am your foreman. Now I will teach you how to knit sweaters."
After hearing this microphone, everyone suddenly became quiet.
When they came from the barbarians, the government used this microphone to warn them.
They couldn't help but associate the microphone with the government, and felt a little more afraid.
Just what a sweater is, why have I never heard of it? Liu and Zheng shook their heads at each other.
"This is a needle-like instrument for knitting sweaters. Inside the basket is wool. I will teach you how to knit." Seeing the doubts on everyone's faces, Ruoxi explained while threading wool with a wooden needle and knitting.
Later, Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Zheng found out that the little saint had indeed arranged for everyone in the Central Plains.
From then on, every home of these Central Plains people had a memorial tablet of the little saint, and the incense was constantly burning.
Inside the yamen of Hanzhong Mansion, there is the Mansion of the Huren Marshal.
Wu Lianghetai did not drink tea while looking at the map of Xi County.
Now that the copycat work has made progress, the shadowless cannon has begun to be copied.
Although the Shadowless Cannon has been imitated, Zhaojiazhuang's more powerful weapons have not been imitated.
These are the Shadowless Gun and the Big Monster Chariot. However, they failed this time because of these two weapons.
Bang bang, Wu Lianghetai suddenly raised his foot and swept the teacup on the table to the ground, panting continuously.
"Damn, is this Zhao Ping really a god? Why are these weapons so difficult to make?" Wu Lianghetai complained while staring at the map.
Seeing that the commander was angry, all the guards around him couldn't help but lower their heads.
They were so incompetent that they couldn't help the commander-in-chief.
"Report to the commander, the little saint of Zhaojiazhuang sent someone over to give the commander a gift. The gift is outside." A soldier came in to report.
As soon as he finished reporting, he lowered his head and went down.
The commander-in-chief has such a bad temper that he beat several of his orderlies with sticks and they are still lying in bed unable to move.
Upon hearing the name Little Saint, Wu Lianghetai whipped the whip in his hand towards the messenger.
While whipping, he stared at the messenger and asked fiercely: "Tell me, what kind of gift is this?"
Could it be that those detailed works were discovered?
