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Before dawn, there was a commotion in the main courtyard of Fangjiazhuang.
"Xiaobai, where is your husband's water glass? Look for it quickly."
Zhang Shuhui was preparing as if her own child was preparing for a long journey, while Fang Xing was a little sleepy.
Last night he rummaged in the warehouse for a long time, but still couldn't find any books on metal smelting and processing.
"Are you okay? I'm not going to rush for the exam. I'll be back later."
When Fang Xing saw that Ma Su had arrived, he took the water glass impatiently and hurried out.
"Husband."
Zhang Shuhui chased him out and shouted: "Husband, I will ask someone to bring lunch to you."
¡°Is this because I haven¡¯t grown up or something?
Fang Xing felt that Ma Su was snickering, so he waved his hand and said, "No need to work anymore. I have money and I'm afraid I won't have a place to eat?"
After Fang Xing left, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai stood by the door, feeling very lonely.
¡°A man is very important in a family, but most of the time he is not aware of this importance. Only when he leaves, the feeling of loss and emptiness will hit his heart.
Fang Xing, on the other hand, felt a little lethargic. After getting on the white horse called Dabai, he wished he could rush to the city immediately.
And Ma Su is very tragic. He has to go to the official school today, so he has to get on the ox cart in Zhuangzi to buy things.
The purple color on the horizon gradually dissipated. Fang Xing saw the slow speed of the oxcart and said impatiently, "I'll go first."
With his legs clamped, Dabai immediately ran out.
Maybe it¡¯s because he hasn¡¯t run on such a spacious road for a long time. Dabai looked very excited, shaking his head and hissing softly from time to time.
When Fang Xing rushed outside the city, he realized that he had arrived early and the city gate had not yet opened.
When the city gate opened, the oxcart from Fangjiazhuang arrived just in time. The servant who drove the cart looked at Fang Xing's sluggish look and had to turn his head away, for fear that his distorted face would be seen by the young master.
Fang Xing almost rushed through the city gate, and then slowly walked to the south of the city, where the latest craftsmanship site was.
When we arrived at the south of the city, behind a small alley, there was a craftsman¡¯s construction site.
¡°What a big place!¡±
The large construction site was full of work sheds, and the two sword-wielding sergeants standing at the door were actually dozing off.
"Who's in front of you?"
Fang Xing was just thinking about the exaggerated sleeping postures of the two people when Zhu Zhanji came from behind.
The two sergeants immediately wiped away their saliva, stood up straight, and instantly became energetic and powerful men.
Zhu Zhanji was riding on a maroon horse, looking very energetic. Behind him were two officials, among whom Fang Xing was most familiar with Chen Jiahui.
The two nodded, and then Chen Jiahui came over and introduced secretly: "Dehua, this is Shang Dequan, a doctor in the Ministry of Industry. This time he is specifically responsible for making weapons. I am just assisting."
Chen Jiahui's job is to be a general judge, but as a result, the division of labor is assigned to the management of craftsmen. This position is very lucrative, but this is not a place where he can reach out.
"Chen Tongpan, who is this?"
Shang Dequan has a beautiful beard, he asked while stroking his beard.
As a fifth-grade doctor of the Ministry of Industry, Shang Dequan can use this attitude to deal with Chen Jiahui.
Fang Xing felt that the man¡¯s eyes were a little playful, so he held his hands and said, ¡°Student Fang Xing, a farmer in Shuntian Prefecture.¡±
"Farming? Interesting!"
Fang Xing didn¡¯t care whether he was interesting or not. After exchanging glances with Zhu Zhanji, the group entered the craftsmanship area one by one.
At this time, the craftsmen here have already started working, and the sound of knocking is almost the main theme here.
In the hot work shed, several craftsmen were making broadswords, with a jar beside them. A craftsman is hammering on an anvil.
Li Qidui, the person in charge of the craftsmanship site, smiled and said: "Your Highness, please see, after being wrapped in high-quality steel, this knife is finished. Although it is not said to cut iron like clay, it can cut heads easily."
Fang Xing was not interested in this kind of cold weapon and just glanced at it perfunctorily.
Next is the place where bows and arrows are made. There are people who boil isinglass and people who make bow strings
Fang Xing was still not interested, which puzzled Zhu Zhanji, and he immediately took Fang Xing to find a place to talk.
"Brother Dehua, are there flaws in the weapons of the Ming Dynasty?"
According to Zhu Zhanji¡¯s understanding of Fang Xing, if it¡¯s not disdain, thenXing Xing will also make some suggestions.
Fang Xing didn¡¯t answer, but ran directly to the work shed next door.
This is the place where shotguns are made. When Fang Xing entered, he happened to see many craftsmen making gun barrels.
The barrel is fixed on the shelf. The tail of the long four-sided steel cone is a large wooden wheel. There is a handle on the wooden wheel. After shaking the handle, the four-sided cone begins to rotate slowly.
This is the original drill press!
But when Fang Xing saw a craftsman rolling a wrought iron plate not far away, his heart went cold.
Li Qi was not very interested in this firearms workshop. He introduced casually: "Your Highness, these wrought iron plates will be rolled into tubes, then forged and welded, and then drilled and bored with a square pyramid to make them smooth. This gun barrel will be .¡±
"There are also forgings of various firearms over there. Your Highness, shall we go there and have a look?"
Li Qi was a little worried about the arrival of the emperor's grandson, worried that these craftsmen would suddenly attack.
Many of the craftsmen at this time were living craftsmen. The so-called living as a craftsman means that the craftsmen are temporarily attached to Shuntian Mansion.
¡°But these living craftsmen are treated very poorly, work long hours, and endure beatings, scolding, and deductions from officials. They are 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 had a dark complexion. He touched the newly processed four-sided steel cone with his hand and said to his companion: "It's okay, but it's a little off. I'll hammer it first."
This four-sided steel cone is an extended drill bit, but this person can actually tell whether the drill bit is bent by touching it with his hand.
Damn it! This is the master craftsman!
After a few knocks, the craftsman touched it with his hand again and said with satisfaction: "It's done."
Talents, talents!
Fang Xing looked at the craftsman with fiery eyes, which made Zhu Zhanji a little thoughtful.
¡°His Royal Highness, the Emperor¡¯s Grandson, has arrived. Why don¡¯t you kneel down to welcome him?¡±
At this time, Li Qi shouted loudly, and dozens of craftsmen in the workshop immediately knelt on the ground in fear. Fang Xing saw that the craftsman just now was even kneeling on a piece of scrap material, and blood immediately emerged from his knees.
"Get up quickly!"
When Fang Xing saw this, he went to help the craftsman up and shouted to Zhu Zhanji: "Get a doctor quickly!"
Damn it! Who is this guy?
Seeing that Fang Xing dared to shout at the emperor's grandson, everyone was stunned.
The emperor¡¯s grandson should be able to deal with him, right? At least twenty beatings are required.
But Zhu Zhanji followed him, just when everyone thought he wanted to scold Fang Xing in person
"Call someone quickly!"
Zhu Zhanji shouted urgently, and immediately there were fragments of glasses on the ground.
??????????????????????? The Emperor¡¯s Grandson, this corporal of politeness is too much!
You must know that craftsmen are the lowest class. Even if the dynasty established the class of scholars, farmers, industry and merchants, the status of craftsmen is actually the lowest. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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