At dinner time, Zhao Fafa called a young apprentice to cook in the kitchen of the new house in Liangchuan. The other apprentices were still making pots in the field. This young apprentice is none other than the little liar who helped Liang Chuan attract these Luocheng masters, Zhao Xiaopin.
Xiaopin's life experience is a bit pitiful. He originally had a father who was the same generation as Zhao Jinyu. He was also the first among the second generation of Luocheng masters to start a apprenticeship. The most important thing was that he was doing carpentry work, which was the most popular industry. But things didn't go as planned. During a work trip, Zhao Xiaopin's father left the mother and son behind and left this world forever. He also caused the entire team of Luocheng masters to lose a big project.
Adults don't blame Zhao Xiaopin's father, but children of the same generation hate Zhao Xiaopin because it is his dead father who keeps everyone hungry for a long time. Gradually, Zhao Xiaopin's life became more and more difficult, and he was increasingly marginalized. Over time, even his father and other blood relatives did not treat him very much, and sent him to Xinghua to wait for work.
In ancient times, craftsmanship was normally passed down from father to son. When a master brought up an apprentice, he would usually keep a hand, otherwise the apprentice would starve to death. If it is passed down, it will become a nine-pound old lady, and each generation will be worse than the last. The most pitiful thing is that young apprentices like Zhao Xiaopin, who don't even have a master, live with everyone, being a monk and ringing bells for a day.
Today it was rare for the boss to ask him to work by name. He thought that the boss, his uncle, had almost forgotten about him. He was a little touched to be named, as only waste and garbage would be forgotten.
Zhao Xiaopin picked up a large bundle of firewood, mostly shank wood, which can be found on the mountain, mixed with some pine wood. Every day, some of the apprentices go to the mountains to pick wild vegetables, some go to the river to catch fish, and some go to the mountains to cut firewood for use as fuel.
This large amount of firewood should be enough for cooking, because he usually uses this much firewood for cooking. He walked to the kitchen with firewood in his hand and frowned as soon as he entered the kitchen.
What caught his eye was a new-style stove that he had never seen before. The brand-new stove even had the fragrance of earth, which was the smell that came out when the mud solidified soon. He has traveled to many places, but he has never seen such a stove. His intuition told him that there must be something different about this stove.
If you throw Zhao Xiaopin into the sea of people, you can catch at least ten identical Zhao Xiaopins in a net, which shows how ugly this kid is. But underneath Zhao Xiaopin's plain face, there is a mind that is constantly thinking.
He didn't want to live in such a haphazard way forever. On the contrary, he wanted to be an upright craftsman like his father, leaving wonderful buildings in the world so that people would remember their contributions.
Zhao Xiaopin keenly felt that this stove was an opportunity!
Zhao Fafa sent him to the small place of Xinghua. To put it nicely, he set up an office for Zhao Xiaopin to run it by himself. To put it bluntly, he wanted to save this young man from learning a craft and exile him to Xinghua. It grows and dies on its own.
It's a pity that God is fair, and gold will shine wherever it goes. Zhao Xiaopin was severely beaten by society. Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he developed a tough character. He has been observing this society carefully, ranging from fashion trends to daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, and ordinary people. He knows best what the master needs!
The height of the stove and the size of the stove door are completely different from ordinary stoves. He threw down the firewood in his hand, lowered his head and wished he could squeeze his head into the small stove door to see clearly what was going on inside the stove. Unfortunately, the stove door was too small, and his head was too big, so his eyes could only wander outside. . He simply put his hand in, and touched every inch of the stove wall with the tip of his hand, feeling the ups and downs of the stove wall, and thinking about the spatial design of the stove in his mind.
He almost figured out the design inside, then grabbed a handful of hay, stuffed some dry branches into it, and started to light a fire. To his surprise, the stove was surprisingly easy to light. Other stoves must be turned off at least once or twice before the flames will reluctantly burn in the stove.
The fire in the stove was burning brightly, like a little squirrel with a fluffy tail, scurrying around. There is not a trace of smoke in the kitchen. In the past, cooking a meal would always result in ashes. This was because the height of the stove door was too high and the gap between the edge of the pot and the edge of the stove was too large, causing the smoke from the stove to escape.
There is gruel cooking in the pot. The pot is full of water and only a small amount of brown rice is added.
The flames in the stove were very strange. Even though he didn't add much material to the stove, the flames inside kept burning. He pressed his face against the door of the stove, and the flames made his face flush with heat. The breath is rolling in the chamber, but it will not escape to the outside.
Lord Huodexing appears? The Stove Lord is showing off his power?
The aroma of rice porridge gradually spread from the pot, and the iron pot kept making a puffing sound. At this time in the past, the firewood I prepared had been almost burned, but today I looked down and saw that three-quarters of the firewood on the ground had been removed, leaving a lot behind.
This stove is so energy efficient!
The head of the family doesn't know how expensive firewood and rice are, but only when you raise a child do you know how kind your parents are. In farm life, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, firewood comes first. Don’t underestimate the fact that firewood is everywhere in the mountains, but no one can go to the mountains with an ax to cut firewood every day. A bundle of firewood costs just a few pennies, but it is used every day. Over time, it becomes a considerable household expense. Even if you can save ten cents a day, you can save more than three cents a year.
In the eyes of farmers, what you save is what you earn. When you are poor and have no way out, the source of your economy is saving. Why has saving been a virtue in our country for thousands of years? Because everyone advocates this. And in later generations, thrift will be ridiculed, because the concept that money is not saved is clamoring on it.
Zhao Xiaopin suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. Out of protocol and politeness, he first found Zhao Fafa and asked him about the details of the matter.
He found that Zhao Fafa didn't seem to care much about Kong Xinzao. When he saw that he had cooked the rice, he just asked him lightly: "Is the Xiaopin rice ready?"
Zhao Xiaopin thinks it's normal. Most of them are qualified craftsmen who work step by step all their lives. The most stable thing is the same. Once there are changes, they will get nervous. Pay attention to your own skills, whether the new changes are needed by the boss, and whether they are trendy.
"Uncle, the rice is ready."
Zhao Fafa just asked Zhao Xiaopin to try out the new stove in the new house. It will be ready so soon! The rice cooked by other apprentices in the field was only medium-cooked!
"It's really so fast!" The new type of firewood stove really has the effect of saving firewood and time. "The boss is the boss, and he has this craftsmanship!" Zhao Xiaopin thought that his uncle would talk about saving firewood stoves, but he didn't expect to praise him. His boss was never mentioned again.
Zhao Xiaopin thought for a while, having a fierce ideological struggle in his mind.
Zhao Fafa saw that he was in a daze in front of him, looking very worried. "Why, do you have anything else to do with the skit?"
Zhao Xiaopin thought for a while, and finally plucked up the courage to make up his mind and said to Zhao Fafa: "Uncle, I think this new stove from my boss is very useful, and I want to learn this craft from my boss!"
Zhao Fafa was surprised that he would have such an idea and looked at him with burning eyes. Zhi was relieved after watching it for a while, and he also understood that if this sketch continued to follow the masters like them in Luocheng, he would only be a young apprentice for the rest of his life, unable to learn the real skills, and now he would be marginalized. His father used to be a figure, but unfortunately he died young.
At least he still has himself as the leader in his heart, and knows how to get his consent before learning other crafts. Now the younger generations will be blinded when they see money, and they will forget about the ancestral precepts of etiquette and justice, and they will also ignore old people like them. Bones in sight.
"Go ahead, I agree to this." Zhao Fafa felt a little sad. How could someone want to learn how to build a stove for their craft that others were struggling to learn? . As the head of the family and the inheritor of craftsmanship, he felt a little disappointed!
After Zhao Xiaopin received Zhao Fafa's approval, he was extremely excited. He performed one of several rituals to his uncle and ran to the He family's ancestral hall alone.
Night is usually when Liang Chuan practices his axe. The heavy ax now feels like an extension of his hand, and he can use it like an arm with ease. There is no longer any feeling of sluggishness. Liang Chuan's physical strength has also improved a lot, and he can swing it a few times. Thousands of blows with the ax, but the face does not turn red and the heart does not beat. The armor-like calluses on his hands spoke of months of hard work.
Li Chuyi told him that he could practice other kung fu now. Liang Chuan asked him what kind of kung fu he should learn now, and he said foot kung fu!
When Liang Chuan heard this word for the first time, he was so excited. Li Chuyi's upper body is partially disabled. Although he can defeat thousands of soldiers with one arm, it is not his strong point. He once thought that Li Chuyi should have good leg skills. .
"What kind of kicking skills should we learn?" Liang Chuan asked, rubbing his hands.
Li Chuyi rolled his eyes at him and said, "What kind of kicking skills do you want to learn? Are you going to stretch your legs out on the battlefield and let people chop them down?" His tone was as cold as the north wind in the twelfth lunar month, which could choke someone to death.
Li Chuyi's words choked Liang Chuan and he had nothing to say. That's right. What can be left on the battlefield are life-saving moves that have been summed up among the dead and refined over thousands of times. Those flashy moves that can be said to be fatal have become the most common. They were brought into the loess by their master.
Liang Chuan was talking to Li Chuyi when Zhao Xiaopin came over. Liang Chuan hadn't seen this little slippery guy for a long time. Last time in Xinghua, his sharp mouth even before death left a deep impression on Liang Chuan.
Zhao Xiaopin stood nervously outside the courtyard and did not dare to come in.
"Come in, why are you standing outside like a stick!" Liang Chuan smiled and called him into the yard to talk.
There is nothing he doesn't do without going to the Three Treasures Palace, and besides this little slippery guy, Zhao Xiaopin would not claim credit from Liang Chuan as an introducer, which Liang Chuan likes very much.
