Wang Changmu watched Wang Youzhen leave the ancestral hall with a gentle gaze.

He said a word in a voice that he could only hear.

"It's time to go to the imperial examination."

Just when Wang Changmu was about to go back to Yu'er Town to resign from Mr. Private School, before he could leave the ancestral hall, Wang Youzhen walked back.

Wang Youzhen came back from this trip with a book in his hand, put it in his father's hand and left without saying anything.

In the period since his son woke up, he has had a lot of amazing actions.

The silver was taken from the iron grinding disc that was closely guarded by the tigers, and a hundred spindles of water-powered spinning machines were built, and so on.

A lot of knowledge has been mastered beyond the scope of Wang Changmu's understanding.

It must not be easy for his son to hand over this book to him.

Wang Changmu straightened the book and looked at it.

There are only two big words written on it.

"Mao Xuan"

Wang Changmu didn't understand if this was a personal name or if there was some special mystery.

I couldn't figure it out, so I opened the cover and began to read it carefully from the first page.

Just after reading the first page, the gentle expression on Wang Changmu's face gradually became serious.

Just like when Wang Laipin got the infantry drill book, Wang Changmu was also motionless.

It was until it was dark.

The next day.

After dealing with the last few finishes of the water-powered spinning mill, Wang Yanren hurried to the various ancestral halls, and the patriarchs of each ancestral hall discussed the recruitment of workers.

However, he turned around the village for almost half a circle, and he never found a patriarch of the ancestral hall, and even the young and strong men of the various ancestral halls were gone.

Wang Yanren couldn't help frowning, turned around and walked towards the ancestral hall of Patriarch Jiao.

Jiao family ancestral hall.

Things were just as Wang Yanren expected, the patriarch of the ancestral hall of Yanchi Village and the Yan Ding were in the grain field not far from the Jiao family ancestral hall.

This grain farm used to be used to dry grain, but after the land was annexed by Sun Baohu, it was gradually abandoned.

The place is spacious enough, just suitable for the ancestral hall patriarch and the Yanding young men to discuss things.

Patriarch Jiao and several other ancestral hall patriarchs stood in a relatively high place, while the other Yanding Qingzhuang were gathered around.

A patriarch of the ancestral hall said with a sad face: "This time to bring down Sun Baohu is all due to the merits of the Wang family. ”

"Now it's on the line with the Xiangma of Fuyan Mountain, although there are fewer dingkou at home, but it is the biggest force in our village."

"The future salt class will definitely be taken care of by the Wang family, but I don't know how much of the floating income will be taken away from us."

Patriarch Jiao was originally reluctant to talk about this matter, and he couldn't resist the requests of several other patriarchs, so he could only reluctantly take them to the grain field to discuss this matter.

It's not that they don't trust Wang Youzhen, it's just that they have been too miserable by Sun Baohu over the years.

Now that I finally brought Sun Baohu down, I can take a breath, and I really don't want to live the miserable days like before.

When Patriarch Jiao heard this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Let's not worry about it here, don't you still believe Brother Wang?" ”

"Brother Wang will definitely weigh this matter carefully, maybe there will be no floating income in the future."

Just when Patriarch Jiao and the others were talking about this matter, Wang Yanren turned around and happened to pass by the grain field.

Seeing the black pressure on the square, it was full of Yanding young men and the patriarchs of various ancestral halls, and they didn't understand what was going on.

The king did not interfere with them, did not even make a sound, and went back to find his father.

Mr. Wang was looking at the three water-powered spinning machines in the water-powered spinning mill, ready to replace parts for the water-powered spinning machines at any time.

When he heard what the second son said, he stared at the time, revealing a fierce aura.

Old Man Wang didn't say a word, and took out the waist knife hidden in the ancestral hall.

This waist knife is not simple, it is a Qi family knife that Mr. Bai rewarded him after cutting off the head of a child of the Eight Banners.

The overall appearance of the Qi family knife is similar to the Oriental knife, but the toughness is higher, and it is a kind of blade that Qi Jiguang has figured out to deal with the Oriental Japanese Invaders.

In addition to killing people faster and sharper, the biggest role of this Qi family knife is that it has a symbolic meaning.

The bravery of the Eight Banners is obvious to all, and the Eight Banners killed by Shanhaiguan every year are only two or three hundred, half of which are killed by Guanning Iron Cavalry.

He had killed one of the Eight Banners that year.

Baihu happily rewarded this Qi family knife, which really made the other border soldiers envious.

In addition to envy, there is more admiration and respect.

Not to mention the same villages in Yanchi Village who went to the border to serve as soldiers, as long as they mentioned Old Man Wang, they were all full of pride.

Grain field.

Old man Wang was about to walk to the grain field with the Qi family's knife on his shoulder, but Wang Youzhen stopped his grandfather with a fierce expression on his face and walked into the grain field alone.

When he walked to the middle position, the patriarch of the ancestral hall and all the Yanding Qingzhuang saw that it was Wang Youzhen coming, and their faces were full of shame.

Wang Youzhen didn't care about this matter, it was just human nature, but he would have such thoughts as well.

Besides, they didn't want to rebel against Wang Youzhen, they just hoped that Wang Youzhen wouldn't oppress them too much.

In other words, in their subconscious, Wang Youzhen can squeeze them, as long as they don't squeeze too hard.

Wang Youzhen was influenced by his father, and his smile was more gentle, and he directly said his original decision.

The patriarch of the ancestral hall and the young and strong salters were still ashamed and eager to die headlonging, and suddenly heard from Wang Youzhen's mouth about the monthly salary for recruiting workers.

The factory man can get fourteen taels of silver a year, and the spinning woman can get fifteen taels of silver a year.

The mechanic had thirty taels of silver.

It's an unimaginable great favor, Wang Youzhen is not a little fairy, even if he is the reincarnation of Mazu Niangniang, everyone believes it.

These poor salters didn't know how to repay Wang Youzhen, and because of the guilt of the incident just now, they couldn't help but shed tears.

Even the patriarchs of the ancestral hall such as the patriarch Jiao are no exception, all of them are old tears, and they don't know what to say for a while.

Next, Wang Youzhen saw a scene that shocked him.

No one took the initiative to mention this matter, and the patriarch of the ancestral hall and the salt ladies all knelt on the ground spontaneously.

With tears in his eyes, he kowtowed heavily to Wang Youzhen.

Wang Youzhen looked at the salts who were on their knees under the black pressure, and at the same time his heart was shocked, his eyes were also a little sour.

I just didn't squeeze them, gave them more silver, and let them do this.

How can he be virtuous.

Wang Youzhen suddenly remembered a sentence, remembering a sentence he had seen from Taizu's biography.

Their fingers were stained and they couldn't speak.

But they are the greatest people of our time.