At dinner, Zhao Dada called a little apprentice to cook in the kitchen of Liangchuan's new house, while the other apprentices were still cooking in the field. This little apprentice is none other than the little liar who helped Liang Chuan bring in this batch of Luocheng masters, Zhao Xiaopin.

Sketch's life experience is a bit pitiful, he originally had a father who was the same life as Zhao Jinyu, and he was also the first to learn from the second generation of this group of Luocheng masters, and the most important thing is to do carpenter work, which is the most popular in this industry. But God did not fulfill people's wishes, in a worktrip, Zhao Xiaopin's father left their mother and son forever and left this world, and the whole team of Luocheng masters lost a big project.

Adults don't blame Zhao Xiaopin's father, but the children of the same generation hate Zhao Xiaopin, because it was his dead ghost father who made everyone hungry for a long time. Gradually, Zhao Xiaopin's life became more and more difficult, and he was increasingly marginalized, and over time, even his father's blood relatives did not treat him very much, and sent him to Xinghua and other jobs.

In ancient times, the craft was normally passed from father to son, and the master and apprentice usually kept one hand, otherwise the apprentice would only starve the master to death. Passed down, it will become a nine-pound old lady, and one generation is not as good as the next. The most pitiful thing is that Zhao Xiaopin, a little apprentice who doesn't even have a master, follows everyone to mess around, and is a monk for a day and rings the bell for a day.

Today, it is rare for the head family to ask him to work, and he thinks that the head family, that is, his uncle, has almost forgotten him. Being able to be named, he was still a little moved in his heart, only waste and garbage will be forgotten.

Zhao Xiaopin picked up a large bundle of firewood, most of which were shirts and firewood, which could be seen 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 chop firewood and come back for fuel.

This large amount of firewood should be enough to burn, because he usually uses so much firewood for cooking. He walked to the kitchen with the firewood in his hand, and his brow furrowed as soon as he entered the kitchen.

What caught his eye was a new stove that he had never seen before, and there was even the smell of earth on the new stove, which was the smell of mud when it had solidified. He had traveled a lot, but he had never seen a stove like this, and his intuition told him that there must be something different about this stove.

Throwing Zhao Xiaopin into the sea of people, at least ten identical Zhao Xiaopin can be scooped up in one net, which shows how unsightly this kid is. But under Zhao Xiaopin's ordinary face, there is a mind that keeps thinking.

He didn't want to live like this forever, but instead wanted to be like his father, a decent craftsman, and leave a beautiful building in the world to be remembered for their work.

Zhao Xiaopin keenly felt that this stove was an opportunity!

Zhao Dafa sent him to the small place of Xinghua, to put it nicely, he set up an office for Zhao Xiaopin to run it himself, to put it bluntly, he even wanted to learn the craft to save this offspring, and exiled him to Xinghua to fend for himself.

It's a pity that God is fair, gold will shine everywhere, Zhao Xiaopin has been beaten by the society, not only did not feel sorry for himself, but developed a tenacious character, he has been paying attention to observing this society, up to the popular trend, down to firewood, rice, oil and salt, what the people need to be in charge, he knows best!

The height of the cooktop and the size of the cooktop door are completely different from those of ordinary cooktops. He threw down the firewood in his hand, lowered his head and wanted to squeeze his head into the small stove door to see the situation in the stove, but unfortunately the stove door was too small, and his head was too big, and his eyes could only wander outside. He simply put his hand in, touched every inch of the stove wall in the stove with the tip of his hand, felt the ups and downs of the stove wall, and meditated on the space design of the stove in his mind.

He almost figured out the design inside, then grabbed a handful of hay, stuffed some dry twigs, and started to light the fire. To his surprise, the stove was surprisingly easy to ignite. The other stoves also need to be turned off at least once or twice before the flames reluctantly ignite in the hearth.

The fire in the stove burned brightly, like a little squirrel with a fluffy tail, scurrying around. There is not a trace of smoke in the kitchen, and in the past, cooking a meal can always burn to the ground, because the height of the stove door is too high, and the gap between the edge of the pot and the edge of the stove is too large, and the smoke in the stove escapes out.

The pot was boiling gruel, a pot full of water, and only a small amount of brown rice was added.

The flames in the hearth were very strange, and although he didn't add much material to the hearth, the flames in it kept burning, and he put his face against the door, and the flames made his face red, and a hot breath rolled in the hearth, but it would not flow outside.

The manifestation of the Fire De Star Monarch? The king of the stove is powerful?

The aroma of rice porridge gradually diffused from the pot, and the iron pot kept making a popping sound. In the past, at this time, the firewood he prepared had almost burned, but today when he looked down, he saw that the firewood on the ground was gone, and there were still a lot left.

This stove is so firewood-saving!

The family does not know the price of firewood and rice, and the raising of children knows the kindness of their parents. Farm life, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, firewood is in the first place. Don't underestimate that firewood is everywhere in the mountains, but it is impossible for anyone to go to the mountains with an axe every day to cut firewood. A bundle of firewood costs a few pennies, but it has to be used every day, which is a lot of family expenses over time. Even if you can save ten dollars a day, you can save more than three dollars in a year.

In the eyes of the peasant family, what is saved is earned. Poverty and no way out, the source of the economy is to rely on saving, why our country has been saving for thousands of years is a virtue, because everyone advocates this. In later generations, thrift will be ridiculed because the idea that money is not saved is rampant.

Zhao Xiaopin suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and out of rules and politeness, he first found Zhao Dafa and asked him the details of the matter.

He found that Zhao Dafa didn't seem to care much about this Kong Xinzao, and when he saw that he was cooking a good meal, he just asked him lightly: "Is the rice cooked?" ”

Zhao Xiaopin thinks it's normal, most of them are qualified craftsmen, working step by step all their lives, the most stable thing is the same, once there is a change, they will be nervous. Nervous about their own craftsmanship, nervous about whether the new changes are needed by the owner, whether they are downstream.

"Uncle, the rice is cooked."

Zhao Dafa just told Zhao Xiaopin to try out the new stove in the new house, so soon! The rice cooked by the other apprentices in the field was only seven minutes cooked!

"It's so fast!" The new type of firewood stove really has the effect of saving firewood and saving time, "the owner is the owner, and this craft!" Zhao Xiaopin thought that his uncle would talk about the firewood stove, but he didn't expect to praise the owner, and he didn't mention it again.

Zhao Xiaopin thought about it, and there was a fierce ideological struggle in his mind.

Zhao Dada saw that he was in a daze in front of him, looking preoccupied. "What, sketch do you still have something?"

Zhao Xiaopin thought for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to make up his mind and said to Zhao Fafa: "Uncle, I think this new stove of the owner is very useful, I want to learn this craft from the owner!" ”

Zhao Dada was surprised that he would have such an idea, and looked at him with burning eyes. After watching it for a while, he was relieved, and he also understood that if this sketch followed their group of masters in Luocheng again, he would only be a little apprentice for the rest of his life, and he would not be able to learn the real skills, and now he would have a tendency to be marginalized. His father used to be a figure, but unfortunately died young.

At least he still has his own head in his heart, and he knows how to get his own consent before learning other crafts, and now his descendants will straighten their eyes when they see money, and the Liyi ancestral training will be left behind, and they will put these old bones in their eyes.

"Go ahead, I'll agree to this." Zhao Dada's heart was a little gloomy, when did they squeeze their heads to learn the craft that others wanted to learn, and now there are also people who want to go out of the wall and learn to build a stove. As the head family, as the inheritor of the craft, he is a little lost in his heart!

After Zhao Xiaopin got Zhao Dafa's approval, he was extremely excited, made a few salutes to his uncle, and ran to the He family's ancestral hall alone.

At night, it is generally when Liang Chuan practices the axe, and the heavy axe is now in his hand like an extension of the hand, such as the arm finger is handy, and he can no longer find any astringent feeling, and Liang Chuan's physical strength has also improved a lot, swinging the axe thousands of times, the face is not red and the heart is not beating. The armor-like calluses on his hands illustrate the work he's been doing for months.

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 kung fu under his feet!

When Liang Chuan heard this word for the first time, his heart was excited. Li Chuyi's upper body is half disabled, and although the one-armed knife is capable of fighting thousands of troops, it is not his strong point after all, he once thought that Li Chuyi should have a good leg technique.

"What kind of leg are we going to learn?" Liang Chuan rubbed his hands and asked.

Li Chu gave him a blank look, "What kind of leg technique do you learn, do you stretch out your feet on the battlefield and let people cut them?" The tone is still as cold as the north wind of the moon, which can choke people to death.

Li Chuyi's words choked Liang Chuan speechless, too, all that can be left on the battlefield are life-saving moves that have been summed up in the pile of dead people and summarized by thousands of tempers, and those flashy and life-saving moves that can be called life-saving have been brought into the loess with their masters.

Liang Chuan was talking to Li Chuyi, Zhao Xiaopin came over, Liang Chuan hadn't seen this little slippery head for a long time, and the last time he was in Xinghua, he died and left a deep impression on Liang Chuan.

Zhao Xiaopin stood tightly outside the compound and didn't dare to come in.

"Come in, what are you doing outside like a wooden pestle!" Liang Chuan smiled and called him into the courtyard to talk.

Nothing to do in the Three Treasures Palace, besides, this little slippery head, on weekdays, this Zhao Xiaopin will not claim to ask Liang Chuan for credit as an introducer, which makes Liang Chuan like it very much.