Chapter 36 Vision Determines the Future

Yun Lang's voice was so loud.

So much so that the whole iron-smelting workshop is jumping with chickens and dogs, and people are turning over on their backs.

The lights of the originally dark workshop were lit one after another, countless disheveled people hurriedly escaped from the house, and even guards carried knives with bare buttocks and asked "where is the thief".

Ugly Yong was frightened, Xiao Lang, who was still gentle and elegant just now, turned into a demon in an instant, a beautiful face became ghostly in the moonlight, and the two eyes that were originally like ink paint were also glowing green, and he had the desire to choose someone to eat.

Chouyong hugged Yun Lang's waist with a crying voice and dragged him into the house hard, while Yun Lang's two hands with green muscles grabbed the window and did not retreat.

"Xiaolang is scolding me......" Chouyong really cried, she tried her best to cover up for Yunlang.

Although she couldn't understand what Xiao Lang was saying, she was still sensitively aware that what she said might be bad for Xiao Lang.

After Yun Lang woke up, he found that there were people standing in front of the window, and Chouyong knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Zhuo Ji in a cloak.

He picked up the ugly man and dragged him into the house, and then looked at the people in the courtyard viciously and said angrily: "What do you see, I haven't seen Lao Tzu scolding people, have you?" ”

After speaking, he slammed the door shut, closed the window again, and said to Chouyong, "Bring me another piece of silk cloth." ”

The so-called lord humiliated the death of his ministers, Zhuo Meng, the leader of the guards, saw that Yunlang had a bad attitude, and dared to speak in front of Zhuo Ji, and couldn't help but be furious.

Pingsu glanced at the idlers and others in the courtyard and said in a deep voice, "Let's all go out." ”

When only Zhuo Ji, Pingsuo and the two elderly maids were left in the courtyard, Zhuo Ji kissed her lips and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Pingsuo looked at Yunlang's shadow printed on the window screen and said, "It's just a demon, it's not a big deal." ”

"What has it made him so exhausted?"

"Judging by his angry words, it seems that he is thinking of a new plow, but he encounters some difficulties along the way, and he goes mad."

"A good thing?"

"Good thing! But those who can wake up after going mad generally have great achievements.

The so-called "no madness, no life" is this principle. ”

Zhuo Ji nodded in agreement with Pingsuo's judgment, Yun Lang could do so much for Zhuo's family, which made her feel very relieved.

"The maids in his courtyard are shabby, and tomorrow they will be replaced by two shrewd and clever ones."

Pinsu smiled bitterly, "He may not agree. ”

Why is that? Don't you men like beautiful and seductive women? ”

Pingsuo continued to smile bitterly and shook his head: "This guy is different, he is a person who seems to be unruly but is actually very affectionate, whether it is an object or a person, as long as he has been with him for a long time, he is not willing to let go."

Although Chouyong is clumsy and ugly, he is a person he is used to, and the eldest daughter replaces Chouyong, I'm afraid he will not agree to it first.

Let him do as he pleases, at least, after this time, it will not be too late for you to resort to coercion. ”

Chouyong can't do anything else, but he boils a good porridge, especially millet porridge, which is golden and golden, and if you go down in a bowl, you won't have any temper.

The literati's thoughts can be splendid and magnificent, they can be imaginative, they can even open their mouths, they can go out of their way, they can open their minds, and they can even build buildings in the air.

It is a process of building a house, you must start with the foundation, then build the wall, and then build the roof, and if you make a mistake, the house will not be built.

After cleaning up his mood and understanding this truth, Yun Lang's mood improved a lot, and after drinking a bowl of porridge, he put a blanket on his body, and talked about everything tomorrow.

After getting up in the morning, he went into the iron-smelting workshop, and the iron that was burned last night had turned into molten iron, Yun Lang ignored the pleading of the craftsmen, and insisted on adding ground iron ore to the molten iron, and asked the craftsmen to stir it while adding it......

The old craftsman wept bitterly, seeing that the iron material that was about to succeed in a furnace was messed up by Yun Lang, he pointed at Yun Lang and roared: "Loser, the old man wants to go to the master to pray!" ”

Yun Lang, who was wearing thick insulated clothes, looked back at the old foreman and frowned, "You can't wait?" ”

The old foreman may have just cried, but now he is very full of energy, and he left the shed with a cruel smile.

Yun Lang smiled slightly, shook his head and said to the rest of the craftsmen: "Work hard, I will invite everyone to eat meat at noon."

If the matter is done, from tomorrow onwards, I will pay you, and Liang Weng will forget it, he is not rare, and he will not pay it. ”

As soon as the craftsmen heard this, even if they didn't believe Yun Lang's words, the movements under their hands became faster and more powerful.

To the master's family, the craftsman slave is the same thing as a cow or horse, as long as he stutters, he can be called to death by the master's family.

Now the sudden hearing of someone who is ready to pay them does not hinder their body's desire for freedom and dignity, no matter what they think.

The old foreman Liang Weng just didn't understand this truth, thinking that as long as he tried his best to think about the main family, the main family would definitely consider them.

He has lived for more than 50 years and has been disappointed for more than 50 years, and to this day, he still wants to ......

The office politics of later generations were somewhat overused on Liang Weng's head.

Poor people must have something to hate, but Yun Lang can't hate it, feeling that if he wants to hate even a humble old man, he may only have one way to rebel in this era.

Of course, Liang Weng is not qualified to see Zhuo Ji, the only person he can see is Zhuo Meng, and after Zhuo Meng knows about this matter, he is not qualified to trouble Yunlang, so he can only tell Pingsuo the original thing.

As for Pingsuo's attitude, he was very strange, scolded Zhuo Meng for being nosy, and continued to hold the tea jar to study his new tea drinking method...... Then Zhuo Meng, who was ashamed and angry, whipped Liang Weng fiercely......

A whip mark stretched from Liang Weng's forehead to his chin, and the bulging part was covered with flesh and blood, and there were also cyan whip marks in the low-lying places.

Yun Lang's first time frying steel was naturally a failure.

This did not prevent him from inviting those craftsmen to drink wine and eat meat.

Standing in the distance, Liang Weng craned his neck to look this way, and he found that the craftsmen were indeed eating meat.

Yun Lang, who had fished out the biggest meat bone and gnawed on it, didn't have time to speak, but pointed at Liang Weng with his free finger, and immediately Liang Weng's disciples and grandchildren loaded a large bowl of meat and sent it to Liang Weng.

It is normal for artisan slaves to be whipped, although Liang Weng is in pain, he was woken up by a whip, and Yun Lang's matter is not something that he can participate in as a craftsman and slave foreman.

A lean pig weighing twenty or thirty pounds, where it can withstand the food of a dozen crazy people who want to eat meat.

When Yun Lang wanted to go to the second bowl, there was no soup in the big crockpot.

Dropping down the rice bowl, Yun Lang clapped his hands and said: "I've been doing this for the past few days, constantly sprinkling mineral powder into it, constantly stirring, and in the process of stirring, we must also think of the fire, not to weaken the fire, we must use hard fire, big fire, strong wind."

As long as I meet my requirements, I will kill another fat pig of 200 catties for you to eat, and take it home for your mother-in-law to eat, and most importantly, you will each get 500 yuan.

Five hundred of your own money......"

Liang Weng had a rotten face, not knowing whether to believe this loser again.

The rest of the craftsmen were already thundering with joy.

Judging from the meat he just ate this afternoon, this young man is still very reputable.

They are not as far as Liang Weng thought, as long as there is meat to eat, someone is responsible for the waste, and the person who promised to give them meat to eat will do whatever he says.

Zhuo Ji's face was cloudy, and Yun Lang had been in the ironsmith workshop for six consecutive days, and he didn't do anything else, just wasting iron in a furnace...... So far, there are 1,000 catties of waste piled up outside.

Pingsuo put down the tea cube in his hand, and said to Zhuo Ji with a smile: "The eldest daughter's qi cultivation kung fu is getting better, the old man thought that the eldest daughter could endure for three days at most, but I didn't expect that after six days, not only did you not go to Yunlang, but found the old man's head, hehe, in this way, even your father is not your opponent." ”

After Pingsuo finished speaking, seeing that Zhuo Ji wanted to speak, he waved his hand, pointed to the tea cakes in the bamboo basket under the table, and said: "The old man tried to bake these days in order to make the tea more delicious, but he lost almost twenty catties of tea, and it is estimated that he will continue to lose......"

Zhuo Ji's face turned pale, and she said in a trembling voice: "You say that Yun Lang will continue to experiment endlessly like this?" ”

Pingsu said with a smile: "As long as the test is successful, all the losses in the past can be recovered tenfold, hundredfold, and thousandfold, not to mention those scrapped iron, which only need to be returned to the furnace once again to become good iron." ”

Zhuo Ji gritted her teeth and said, "Do you always know what Yun Lang is experimenting?" ”

Pingsu laughed and said, "I don't know, but ah, in three days, he will have to give the eldest daughter an explanation anyway."

Could it be that the eldest daughter thinks that Yun Lang only needs to act wantonly and does not need to take responsibility? ”

Zhuo Ji smiled bitterly: "The eldest daughter can give Yun Lang three days, I'm afraid my father and brother won't give him time." ”

Pingsuo looked at Zhuo Ji strangely for a long time, and Zhuo Ji was a little embarrassed and a little flustered.

"Why didn't the eldest daughter come over with Wang Sun to completely ask for the blacksmith shop in Yanglingyi, so as to give up all the belongings in Shu?"

"How does this work?" Zhuo Ji was dumbfounded, the first time she married into the Deng family, the value of the dowry she brought back far exceeded that of this iron workshop, just an iron workshop, it was not enough to maintain her luxurious life.

Pingsu said with a smile: "Then let's see, anyway, there are still a few days before the master arrives, and I don't know if Yun Lang can give the eldest daughter the determination to fight in these few days." ”

Zhuo Ji's eyes were scattered, and she didn't say a word as she stared at the charred tea leaves under the table.