"Tomorrow I will arrange some work for everyone, which is similar to what you usually do, you don't have to worry, it's not early today, you can go back and rest."

After these people left the door of the living room, they didn't stop talking about it, it was a tael of good silver, and the average person's annual use was only two taels of good silver.

"Childe, do you really want to give these people monthly money?"

Xiaoqing couldn't hide things in his heart, so he asked directly if he had any questions.

"They have a tael of good silver every month, Xiaoqing, you have three taels, girls should always buy some clothes and jewelry to dress themselves up when they grow up."

Although Zhang Yuan himself likes plain clothes, Xiaoqing is a girl, and he can't impose his ideas on Xiaoqing.

"The servant doesn't need that, as long as she can stay by her son's side all the time."

"Okay, I'll agree to you with this request, clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and you go to rest early."

"Whoa."

Lying on your own bed, this feeling is simply not too cool, this time there is no need to worry about Zhuo Wenjun breaking into the door early in the morning, sleeping as long as you want is one of the goals of life.

This sleep was sweet and dreamless, and the next day the sun was about to rise to the top, and Zhang Yuan woke up leisurely.

When he got out of his room and saw the craftsmen chatting in the courtyard, Zhang Yuan realized that these people still had to adapt to their own rhythm of life.

When the big guy saw Zhang Yuan out of the room, he immediately stood up and saluted Zhang Yuan.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I don't wake up in the future, you can all stay in your own room, and you don't have to wait for me outside."

"Whoa."

Seeing that these people nodded in amazement, Zhang Yuan knew that he might have said some nonsense, and it was the first time that these people had experienced such a quiet day.

He took the group of craftsmen around the courtyard, pointed out where to build a furnace and a blacksmith's table for frying steel, and then pulled the carpenter aside and let the others get to work.

"Uncle Zhao, I have a picture here, you see you can't help make it."

The carpenter selected by Zhang Yuan is almost forty years old, his beard and hair are all gray, and he has no wife and no hope in life.

The picture that came out was the silk silk after the system was manifested, and Zhang Yuan didn't worry about leaking it out at all, because he couldn't find ten people in Linqiong who could recognize all the words on it, and these ten people definitely didn't include this carpenter Uncle Zhao.

The system must be a high-quality product, not to mention the content of this silk silk, so it can be sold directly for a few taels of gold.

Uncle Zhao, the carpenter, wiped his hands on his clothes as if he had seen a great treasure, and then took the silk silk from Zhang Yuan's hand and opened it to take a closer look.

A quarter of an hour later, Uncle Zhao, the carpenter, nodded at Zhang Yuan.

"Childe, this picture is clearly marked, if the old slave is alone, he can get all of this out in half a month."

There are only twelve parts of the wooden fan with the wind, but the time consumed by those horizontal wheels may be longer, and when he heard Uncle Li's affirmative answer, Zhang Yuanxin put it in his stomach.

In this era, people are very simple, and lying is the right of only those high-ranking officials.

If an ordinary carpenter is in someone else's house and the promised thing is not done, the master's family has the right to kill and take it.

"Okay, Uncle Li, you're busy making this lying wheel water row during this time, just tell me what you need, it's really useful when the time comes, and I'll reward you."

When Uncle Li heard that there was still a reward, he knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed to Zhang Yuan.

If you save enough money, maybe Uncle Li will be able to ask for a daughter-in-law, and he probably likes the kind that drags his family with him.

"Gongzi Xie."

"Alright, get up and get busy."

"Whoa."

Before bringing these craftsmen back home, the tools they needed were also taken from the Zhuo family workshop, anyway, they belonged to Zhuo Wangsun, and they were not taken for nothing. Not to mention the tools, Zhang Yuan plans to go to the Zhuojia Workshop to get the iron ore lime powder that will be used for iron smelting in the future.

Seeing that the big guys were all in full swing, Zhang Yuan returned to the room and copied the books in his memory on the bamboo slips.

Worried that the knowledge in his memory would gradually dissipate over time, Zhang Yuan had to resort to this stupid method.

Fortunately, the major he learned in his previous life was logistics management, and Zhang Yuan was likely to not be able to use this kind of knowledge for the rest of his life, so the first thing he began to transcribe was the geographical knowledge in his memory.

I don't remember much about where there are mineral deposits and where there are plant resources, and Zhang Yuan only took one day to transcribe them all.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the craftsmen had built two furnaces, one for cast iron and one for wrought iron, both parallel to the stream.

Zhang Yuan did not forget the task of the system, and he was very greedy for that reward.

Coal mine distribution map, if this can be mined, surpassing the Zhuo family is not a dream at all.

If you want to make ten utensils out of carbon steel, you first have to have steel.

It has to be steel smelted by the steel filling method.

The two furnaces had to be put running, and the iron ore had to be pulled from the smelting workshop.

Without further ado, Zhang Yuan led nine craftsmen towards the Zhuo family's workshop, which had ox carts that could be used to transport goods on weekdays.

……

"What, Gongzi Zhang, the head of the family didn't say let me give you iron ore."

Iron ore is the lifeblood of the Zhuo family, and it is impossible for the steward Uncle Li to give the ore to Zhang Yuan without getting the news of Zhuo Wangsun.

Zhang Yuan sighed, he knew that in this way, he should have gone to Zhuo's Mansion to ask Zhuo Wangsun to come to the Zhuo family's workshop first, and now the steward Uncle Li is gritting his teeth, and it is difficult for him to let go.

"Uncle Li, please wait a while, the kid will go to Zhuo's Mansion to find the head of the family for instructions, see if you can let them load the car first, so that the kid can be pulled away directly when he comes back."

Uncle Li thought for a while and nodded, as long as the ore does not leave the workshop, the responsibility will not be on his head.

Seeing Uncle Li's answer, Zhang Yuan took people to the back to load iron ore and lime powder, and he ran to Zhuo's mansion again.

After going to Zhuo's mansion, he asked for a warrant, and Zhang Yuan ran back again.

An hour back and forth made Zhang Yuan's legs a little weak.

Seeing the warrant, the steward Uncle Li asked Zhang Yuan to leave with nine carts of iron ore, and on the way home, Zhang Yuan lay on a fairly smooth stone and began to rest, and the rest of the craftsmen followed on foot, and the people who drove the cart were all from the workshop, and they would have to pull the ox cart back later.