Make a fortune?

This word is extremely tempting to dogs, and I am afraid it is second only to learning martial arts. He opened his mouth wide, pointed to Changsun Hong's pocket incredulously, and asked, "You said that the thing that made a fortune is the one on the picture?" ”

Changsun Hong kicked the wood on the ground aside, stood with his legs apart, put on a horse walk, and said with a smile: "Of course it's that, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it now, because you haven't seen it, in fact, don't talk about you, no one has seen this thing now, I invented it." ”

"You invented it?" The dog stood beside him and stepped down, waiting for President Sun Jin to come to check, so he couldn't help but be serious: "Who taught you?" Will the Master still teach this? ”

He looked surprised, because the carpenter craftsmen of this age are not a noble profession, and they are not in the stream, even if some masters with amazing craftsmanship have their own handicraft workshops, they are relatively rich, and they have no status in society.

Master Zhou is an old pedant, and he will never teach this kind of book.

Changsun Hong's legs were massaged by Changsun Jin every night, rubbed to get rid of fatigue, and after so many days of exercise, the horse step time is getting longer and longer, and he can even speak at the same time as the horse step, no longer as painful as at the beginning, so he said to the dog: "Of course not, this is what I came up with by myself." ”

The dog's face became strange, as surprised as he was, he hadn't read a book, so naturally he couldn't refute what a person who had read a book said, he had no confidence, so he thought for a while, and he could only explain it by saying that people who read books were geniuses.

"Don't think about it, practice seriously." Changsun Hong looked at him with a dull gaze, knowing that the dog was guessing how he invented this machine, so he warned him: "Don't forget, how did you ask my second uncle a few days ago!" ”

The dog shuddered when he heard this, and quickly stopped his delusions and became serious. When Changsun Hong brought him here that afternoon, Changsun Jin disagreed, thinking that a good farmer's son would only do bad things if he learned the martial arts of fighting and killing, and refused to accept him.

The dog is begging bitterly, so he can say it, and swear that he will not go out to pick quarrels and provoke trouble after learning martial arts, and he will not use it to go up the mountain and fall into the grass to fight against the court, as a bad thing, Erlang is also beating the drum and saying good things, and the eldest grandson Jin reluctantly agreed.

At any time, as long as the eldest grandson Hong brings out the eldest grandson into this god, the dog will immediately become honest, and he will not dare to put a fart, obedient and soft, which is more effective than his father.

The day's practice time passed quickly, and there was nothing to say in the evening.

The next day, Changsun Hong lied casually to his mother Zhang, so he slipped out of the door, picked up the dog, and went straight to Zhangjia Village.

The villages of Shu are all built on the flat dams between the mountains, some mountain villages are even built on the mountainside, the house is built on the hillside, one end is high and the other is low, with a wooden structure, one end is suspended in the air, although its houses are simple, but there is a unique style.

This Zhangjia Village, less than ten miles away from Lijia Village, is almost the same as the people in Lijia Village, most of the people in the village are surnamed Zhang, and they are all villages on the banks of the Jialing River, a tributary of the Yangtze River.

The dog followed his parents to come here to catch the market, familiar with the road, and it didn't take much trouble to come straight to a hut in the west of Zhangjia Village.

Zhangjia Village is also a poor village, but also a genuine mountain village, because of the terrain, the village does not have as many paddy fields as Lijia Village, more slopes, more dry fields, there are no conditions like Lijia Village to plant the Zhancheng rice promoted by the imperial court on a large scale, planting crops and harvesting results are small, dozens of families in a village guard hundreds of acres of thin fields to live, very hard.

But there is a skilled carpenter of the Zhang family in the village, what to do what, what to make is solid and reliable, ordinary people will not be bad for more than ten years, the reputation is very wide, many people will come to him from far and near to do furniture things, the fee is cheap, very conscientious.

When the eldest grandson Hong and the dog went to his house, they were just in time for the carpenter to lead his three apprentices to start making things in the yard.

The four of them were holding ink fountains and carrying ink lines, some old and some young, and the eldest grandson Hong recognized who was Carpenter Zhang at a glance, for no other reason, and his face was old.

The carpenter's face was full of vicissitudes, his hands and feet were thick, he was in his early forties, much older than his three apprentices in their twenties, and he was using an axe to knock a shaped wooden cabinet into the mortise.

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang!" The dog grinned and walked in, barking loudly, "I've come to you to make something." ”

Carpenter Zhang looked up and saw that it was two and a half children, and he also recognized the dog, knowing that he was a child from the next village, and his hands were non-stop, while beating "Bangbangbang", he said casually: "Little brother of the Li family, what do you want to do?" Where's your dad? ”

"My father didn't come, I came with the eldest grandson." The dog said: "Actually, he wants to do things." ”

Zhang carpenter put his face closer to the cabinet, carefully and carefully knocked the last section of the tenon into the tenon, he used skill, the tenon was completely in, but it did not touch a single cent of the counter, it was accurate, it was perfect, and the eldest grandson Hong who saw it close nodded again and again.

"What to do? Stool or bucket? Zhang Carpenter didn't raise his head: "The stool is three cents, and the bucket is five cents." ”

The eldest grandson Hong walked over the dog, approached Carpenter Zhang, took out the piece of paper from his arms, and said to him: "It's not a stool, it's not a bucket, it's this thing, Uncle Zhang, you see, you can make it." ”

Carpenter Zhang's brow furrowed.

Being asked by a kid if he can do it, it hurts his self-esteem.

He glared, raised his head, stood up, and replied a little angrily: "My husband has been a carpenter for decades, and there is nothing that cannot be done, I will repair and build houses, and I will not be able to do anything you want, little brother, I will not be able to do it." ”

"This is it." Changsun Hong handed over the drawing: "Just do it, if there is anything that does not match the size, you can modify it." ”

Carpenter Zhang glared and took the pattern, in fact, he wanted to refuse this rude boy, but he still wanted to take a look.

The pattern was drawn on the papyrus, and it was not good-looking, and Carpenter Zhang could see it casually, but after just one glance, his eyes widened a little wider, and a pair of eyes were round, almost bursting out.

He was stunned for half a minute, threw away the axe with a "snap", stared at the thing on the paper, looked and looked, his brows furrowed and wrinkled, and the eyebrows on both sides were almost close together.

The dog looked at his expression, and couldn't help but peek at Changsun Hong with admiration, and admired it in his heart, it was not easy to make Zhang Carpenter, who others called a skilled craftsman, so virtuous.

And in Changsun Hong's heart, he was very worried that after this carpenter Zhang looked at it for a long time, he pushed the paper and said ashamedly I'm sorry, I can't do this, then it's troublesome.

Who will do it then?

Carpenter Zhang stared at the paper for a long time, then raised his head and said hesitantly: "This...... Brother of the eldest grandson, you thing...... It seems to be a grinding. ”

As soon as his words came out, Changsun Hong breathed a sigh of relief, if you can recognize it, you must be able to do it, the dog is really right, the fame of these ten miles and eight towns is really not blown out.

He bowed deeply and said, "That's right, Uncle Zhang, this is indeed a wooden mill. ”

"What's the name of this thing?" Carpenter Zhang said: "I also have a bottom." ”

"It's a rice mill." The eldest grandson said generously, anyway, don't tell lies in front of real people, there is no need to hide it, sooner or later he has to say: "Can Uncle Zhang do it?" ”

"This ......" Carpenter Zhang stared at the pattern again carefully, looking embarrassed, and brushed his beard for a while before replying: "It's a good thing to do, but it's ...... The parts on it are complex, the structure is ingenious, it takes a lot of time to make, and there is a lot of labor, so the price is probably a bit high..... I'm afraid. ”

"How much?" Changsun Hong became nervous, he didn't have much money, the cost was high, and he couldn't afford it.

Carpenter Zhang pondered it in his mind for a while, and blurted out: "At least two hundred wen." ”

A heart was finally completely let go, the eldest grandson Hong breathed the anger in his chest, and waved his hand boldly: "Uncle Zhang, you can do it with confidence, I can pay a deposit of fifty wen first, you say a date, when will I come to pick it up?" ”