'It's the sheep and the egg and his father again', Xiaobei and the others looked at each other, nodded very tacitly, and the gaze that swept towards the uncle was not good, but the reason for coming over was that the credit of the sheep and the egg and his father was suppressed.

Uncle Gong also found that things were becoming more and more difficult to control, reached into his arms, twisted a few banknotes with his fingers, took them out slowly, handed them to Xiaobei, and said with a flattering smile: "According to the rules, the benefits I get must be shared, and those who see it will have a share." ”

Xiaobei really didn't refuse, received it in his hand, counted them carefully one by one, and recited the words in his mouth: "One hundred, two hundred, three hundred......"

"Yes, yes." Uncle He corrected in a low voice.

"Oh, Guan, a total of six hundred Guan, nine-grade soldiers, how much money is there every year?" Xiaobei looked at Xiaoyuan, and Xiaoyuan shook his head in confusion: "I don't know." ”

"Why don't you usually remember?"

"There's a lot going on in the world, do I remember to come over?"

"Ask someone later."

"The lower officials know that according to different branches of the military, different military regions, each has its own spring and autumn period, and in the past, land and grain were given, but now it is directly converted into money, and the lower officials have about five yuan and four hundred and forty-one wen per month." Uncle He took the initiative to report the debt.

Xiaobei took the money and shook it twice on his lap: "Yo! There is also a fraction, ten years of money, you take it out casually, and you really have money, what is the crime of greedy for military consumption? ”

"You have to kill your head, or you have to whip it first, whip it to death, and then exile after it's done." The little boy didn't understand, but it didn't affect him to vent.

"The subordinate official was greedy for ink, and the subordinate knew that money in the army was very important, and money, food, and ordnance were no trivial matter. Yiwen is greedy for ink to break the soul of the hero, the charge is not afraid of blood, and the tears of the remnants of the soldiers are in his hands. The subordinate knew this reason, and did not dare to let the soldiers shed blood and tears with bad weapons. Die with a grievance or everlasting regret. ”

Uncle Gong hurriedly explained that he couldn't afford this crime, no more than the local logistics officials, the local greedy ink spots, at most, the people had a hard time, and they were greedy for money for army logistics, and a hundred heads were not enough to cut off.

"That's how the money comes from......

Without waiting for Uncle He's finished speaking, Little Bedang walked towards the front first. The money was also picked up, and he took the wet towel handed over by the person next to him to wipe his hands, and wandered to the outside of the warehouse where various movements were heard.

Someone stepped forward and opened the two-meter-wide door of the storeroom on the left and right, revealing the scene inside.

It is different from the situation imagined by Xiaobei and others. It's not a miasma of smoke and workers working without any protection.

The various instruments inside are spaced out and neatly arranged according to different areas, and the people who work are wearing thin leather gloves on their hands, and the protective masks that are arched out in front of their mouths are all bald. I wore boots of unknown leather on my feet, and when I looked at the ground, I was artificially cut out of small lattices, and there was water rushing through the gap in the middle of the lattice. The powder that fell from the work was immediately washed away by the water.

"Stop." The decibel level of Xiaobei's shouting is very high, and the penetration is strong enough. The call of the grinding wheel and the gas cutter can also be heard.

A voice worked, and the people in the storeroom stopped their movements almost at the same time and turned their heads to look.

"I'm a Datang Inspector. Zhang Xiaobei, ask something, who is his father? Xiaobei reported to her home, and pointed to the sheep and eggs.

The eyes of the people in the storeroom were focused on one person at the same time, who stood next to an anvil, holding a piece of paper in one hand and a triangular ruler in the other, and did not look at himself with the eyes of others, but at Xiaobei, who could clearly see a pencil between his bald head and ears.

"Hah! I guess it's you, is there anything wrong? Xiaobei looked at this person confidently and said with a smile.

The person who was hit took off the string of the mask on one ear, hesitated for a moment and replied: "Awesome, just guess it." ”

"Boom!" Xiaobei guessed, waved his fist happily, and asked again: "Your surname, is it free of your surname sheep?" ”

This person nodded with a very rich expression, and without waiting for Xiaobei to continue, he spoke: "The cheap name is flying, and the words are cloudy." ”

Xiaobei was surprised, there was actually a table word, I thought it was a little learned, walked in front of people with his hands behind his back, looked at the paper that the other party was holding, on it was a picture, Xiaobei knew, as for what the picture was, Xiaobei coughed, and turned around: "Sister, come and help see the picture." ”

Xiaozhu followed and leaned over, and recognized what it was at a glance: "The three-dimensional perspective view of the lathe looks quite complicated." ”

"Where did it come from?" Xiaobei found the key point, how can there be a drawing of a lathe in the place.

Yang Yunteng didn't answer, smiled reservedly, and touched the pencil between his ears when he grabbed the triangular ruler.

Xiaobei and Xiaozhu understand, they painted it themselves, but it is absolutely different from the sketches and gouache that Xiaozhu usually paints.

Xiaobei felt the heavy pressure from the technology, took a deep breath, and asked, "What do you mean?" What are you painting it for? Where are you hiding the real thing? ”

Yang Yunteng turned around and came to the left in the middle of the warehouse, where there were a lot of handicrafts made of wood, such as gears, shafts, connecting rods, etc., and said to the children who came over: "This is the real thing, I need to make a few precision parts, I don't have the tools in hand, I want to make the tools first, the grinding machine and cutting machine in the warehouse are given by the imperial court, I take them to make the required parts into wood, each small part of the combination is successful, I will turn it into cast iron, make a simple machine tool, Then use it to make better tools to make more precise machine tools, and so on. ”

"Why don't you make a big one, and test it into cast iron parts." Becky asked like a child who loves to learn.

"Because there are many steps in assembling wood, the force on the parts increases, and they break before they can be turned." Yang Yunteng explained.

"Okay, you come with us, we have something to ask you, uncle is not allowed to come with you." Xiaobei reached out and touched the polished smooth wood parts, and couldn't hide the excitement on his face and said to Yang Yunteng.

"If the inspector asks you, you must answer truthfully, and do not make it up." Uncle He stared at Yang Yunteng with a serious face.

As soon as the words fell, I felt a tightness in my chest, and I flew backwards and smashed into a pile of wood, not knowing where it hurt the most in my body.

"Kick well, let him talk more." Xiaobei glanced at Zhang Hu who kicked the person away with great satisfaction.

Yang Yunteng walked with everyone, and when he was about to go out, he paused slightly, and said, "After finishing today's work, I will invite you to drink in the evening." ”

"Dad, do you still have money to invite someone to drink?" Sheep Danzi looked up and asked.

"Right away." Yang Fei said.

"Where did it come from?" Sheep Danzi continued to ask.

"Learn to become a literary and martial artist, and the goods are with the emperor's family." Yang Fei looked at Xiaobei Jiuren.

Xiao Hai looked sideways and muttered softly: "Very confident." ”

said that he asked Yang Fei to follow, and in the end he found a place to talk, and entered a four-room warehouse, the last one was actually a room, with paintings hanging on the wall, and a scroll, and he could smell a faint smell of ink, not the stinky kind.

The nine children were surprised, they were not surprised by the layout of the room, they were surprised at how this room could belong to a local army logistics craftsman of no grade.

"You, you occupy one alone, you have to have a sixty-square-meter house as a room? Why. At first, Xiaobei was biased towards his father, thinking that he had the ability to be suppressed, and he lived very aggrieved, and he had to ask justly when he saw the house.

After speaking, Xiaobei turned around and wanted to leave, at this moment Yang Yunteng finally felt scared, really let the children leave, what if people don't listen to the explanation, what should they do directly.

Then he hurriedly spoke: "Wait a minute, I have a reason." ”

Xiaobei stopped very embarrassedly, raised his hand to touch the door frame, and got closer to smell it: "What is it?" There is a smell of gasoline, explain, explain this smell first. ”

"I pondered the anticorrosive paint I concocted, there is gasoline in it, gasoline is my own oil evaporation, cooling, I have a junior brother in the Ministry of Engineering, speaking of handicraft, three he is not as good as me one, and then my craft can no longer improve, I plan to change careers, study literature, but also take a test.

Later, I found out that being an official is more tiring than being a craftsman, a craftsman makes something good is good, and bad is bad, being an official is different, good and bad are difficult to tell clearly, just like Uncle Gonghe, others think he is a bad official, but I think he is a good official. ”

When Yang Yunteng carried a thermos from the side and poured water for everyone, he said that he actually had a porcelain thermos, and he didn't know who fired it for him.