Before dawn, there was a toss in the main courtyard of Fangjiazhuang.
"Xiaobai, where is the husband's water cup 34?
Find out. ” Zhang Shuhui was preparing like her own child preparing for a long trip, while Fang Xing was a little sleepy.
He rummaged through the warehouse for a long time last night, but still couldn't find a book on metal smelting and processing.
"Okay, no?
I didn't go to catch the exam, I'll be back later. ” Fang Xing saw that Ma Su had arrived, so he took the water cup a little impatiently, and then hurriedly walked out.
"Husband."
Zhang Shuhui chased out and shouted, "Husband, I'll ask someone to bring it to you for lunch." ” Is this when I didn't grow up or what?
Fang Xing felt that Ma Su was snickering, so he waved his hand and said, "Don't be busy, I'm afraid that I won't have a place to eat with my silver?"
” Fang Xing left, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai were standing by the door, feeling very lonely.
The man is important in a family, but many times he is not aware of this importance, and it is only when he is gone that the feeling of loss and emptiness hits the heart.
And Fang Xing felt a little let go, and after getting on the white horse called Dabai, he couldn't wait to rush to the city immediately.
And Ma Su is very tragic, he is going to the official school today, so he has to take the ox cart that Zhuangzi went to buy.
The purple color in the sky gradually dissipated, and Fang Xing saw the slow speed of the ox cart, so he couldn't bear to say, "I'll go first." ” As soon as his legs were clamped, Da Bai immediately rushed out.
Maybe it's been a long time since I've run on such a wide road, Da Bai looks very excited, shaking his head, and hissing lightly from time to time.
When Fang Xing rushed to the outside of the city, he found that he had come early, and the city gate had not yet opened.
When the city gate opened, the ox cart from Fangjiazhuang also arrived just in time, and the family who drove the car looked at Fang Xing's somewhat sluggish appearance, so he had to turn his head over, for fear that his distorted face would be seen by the young master.
Fang Xing almost rushed into the city gate, and then slowly went to the south of the city, where was the latest craftsman construction site.
In the south of the city, behind a small alley, there is a craftsman's construction site.
"What a big place!"
The construction site, which covers a large area, is full of sheds, and the two sergeants with knives standing at the door are actually dozing.
"Who's up ahead?"
Fang Xing was pondering the exaggerated sleeping posture of these two people, and Zhu Zhanji came from behind.
The two sergeants immediately wiped their saliva, stood up straight, and instantly became energetic and mighty men.
Zhu Zhanji rode on the back of a maroon red horse, looking energetic.
He was followed by two officials, of whom Fang Xing was most familiar with Chen Jiahui.
The two of them bowed their heads, and then Chen Jiahui came over and secretly introduced: "Dehua, this is Shang Dequan of the Ministry of Works, this time he is specifically responsible for the creation of weapons, and I am just assisting from it." ” Chen Jiahui's position is a general judgment, but the division of labor is assigned to the management of craftsmen, this position is very oily, but this large construction site is not something he can reach.
"Chen Tongju, who is this?"
Shang Dequan has a handful of beautiful hair, he asked with a stroke of his beard.
As the Ministry of Labor of Zhengwupin, Shangde can deal with Chen Jiahui with this attitude.
Fang Xing felt that this person's eyes were a little playful, so he arched his hand and said, "Student Fang Xing, Shuntianfu is farming." ” "Farming?
Interesting!
” Fang Xing didn't care if he was interesting or not, and after exchanging glances with Zhu Zhanji, the group entered the craftsman's place.
At this time, the craftsmen here have already started work, and the sound of beating is almost the main theme here.
In the hot shed, several craftsmen are making large knives, and there is a crucible next to it.
A craftsman scooped a spoonful of molten steel and poured it over the knife edge.
Li Qidui, the person in charge of the craftsman's land, said with a smile: "Your Highness, please see, after the watering of good steel, this knife is completed, although it is not said that cutting iron is like clay, but it is easy to cut off the head." ” Fang Xing was not interested in this kind of cold weapon, but just glanced at it perfunctorily.
Next is the place where bows and arrows are made, there are those who boil fish gelatin, and there are those who make bowstrings......
Fang Xing was still not interested, which made Zhu Zhanji a little puzzled, and then pulled Fang Xing to find a place to talk.
"Brother Dehua, is my Daming's weapon flawed?"
According to Zhu Zhanji's understanding of Fang Xing, if he was not disdainful, then Fang Xing would also make some suggestions.
Fang Xing didn't answer, but ran directly to the shed next door.
This is where the shotgun was made, and when Fang woke up, he happened to see several craftsmen making gun barrels.
The barrel was fixed to the shelf, and the tail of the long quadrangular steel cone was a large wooden wheel with a handle on it, and after shaking the handle, the quadrangular pyramid slowly turned.
This is the original drilling machine!
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However, when Fang Xing saw a craftsman rolling with wrought iron plates not far away, his heart was half cold.
Li Qi was not very interested in this firearms shed, and he introduced casually: "Your Highness, these wrought iron plates will be rolled into a cylinder, then forged and welded, and then drilled and boring with a quadrangular pyramid to smooth the hole, and this barrel will be completed." ” "There are still many kinds of firearms forging over there, Your Highness, shall we go over there and have a look?"
Li Qi was a little apprehensive about the arrival of the imperial grandson, worried that these craftsmen would suddenly make trouble.
At this time, many craftsmen lived and worked as craftsmen.
The so-called living as a craftsman is to let the craftsman temporarily attach himself to Suncheonfu.
But the treatment of these living craftsmen is very poor, and the working hours are very long, and they have to bear the beatings and scoldings and deductions of the officials, which is really the lowest class.
Zhu Zhanji looked at Fang Xing and found that Fang Xing was staring at a craftsman in his thirties.
The craftsman's complexion was dark, and he touched the freshly machined quadrangular steel cone with his hand, and said to his companion, "It's okay, but it's a little off, I'll knock it first." ” This quadrangular steel cone is an extended drill bit, but this person can actually know whether the drill bit is bent when he touches it with his hand.
Nima!
This is the master!
After a few taps, the craftsman touched it with his hand again and said with satisfaction: "Okay." ” Talent, talent!
Fang Xing looked at this craftsman's eyes with blazing heat, which made Zhu Zhanji a little thoughtful.
"His Royal Highness the Imperial Sun has arrived, and he still doesn't kneel down to greet him?"
At this time, Li Qi shouted, and dozens of craftsmen in this shed immediately knelt on the ground in panic, and Fang Xing saw that the craftsman was even kneeling on a piece of waste just now, and blood immediately came out of his knees.
"Hurry up!"
Seeing this, Fang Xing went to help the craftsman up, and shouted to Zhu Zhanji: "Hurry up and find a doctor!"
” it!
Who is this?
Seeing that Fang Xing actually dared to shout at the imperial grandson, everyone was stunned.
The imperial grandson should clean him up, right?
At the very least, you have to beat twenty sticks.
But Zhu Zhanji followed, just when everyone thought he wanted to reprimand Fang Xing in person......
"Call someone!"
Zhu Zhanji shouted urgently, and immediately there were fragments of glasses on the ground.
Imperial grandson, this corporal Lixian is too much!
You must know that the artisan household is the lowest class, even if the dynasty established the class of farmers and businessmen, but in fact, the status of the artisan household is the lowest.