I thought that some of the backhands would be left behind, and I didn't want Mr. Han to encounter difficulties, so I would take out the measures prepared for the future tonight, and help Mr. Han by the way.

As soon as it was dark, Yang Jia asked someone to prepare some white rice and ten taels of white meat, and estimated that the craftsmen had already returned, so Yang Jia took the white rice and white meat to Han's house.

The night had completely darkened, and the mountains in the distance could only be vaguely seen, and the mountains were dark, like a huge black hole, about to swallow everything into it, and occasionally there was a burst of bird calls and leaves. Rustling' sound, this pulled people back to reality, looked down along the mountain, and suddenly found that there were dozens of farmhouses scattered at the foot of the mountain, each farmhouse was flickering with a faint firelight, flickering bright and dark, bursts of green smoke came out of the farmer's chimney, obviously cooking, suddenly there was a child's cry, listening to it and looking at it really makes people feel warm.

When Yang Jia came, he asked for the way, this will rely on memory, quickly found the house of Han Laozhang, looked up at the farmhouse in front of him and couldn't help but make people sad, the small courtyard only has a simple grass house and a courtyard a few steps long, the yard is surrounded by a row of fences as a parapet, Yang Jia's feet are the firewood gate of the small courtyard, the firewood door is directly facing the grass house, the connection between the two is a narrow dirt road, there are only less weeds in the courtyards on both sides of the dirt road, and the rest is nothing, it is no wonder that this group of craftsmen was free because of amnesty a few days ago, It took less than a month to leave the army and move here, otherwise the poor and industrious craftsmen would definitely grow some vegetables and plum trees in the courtyard. Yang Jia sighed: "Peng's chamber firewood door." Then he gently pushed open the firewood door and walked straight to the grass house.

Walking to the door, Yang Jia called softly: "Is Uncle Han here?" Uncle Han in the house heard someone calling him, and hurriedly answered, only to hear a groping sound of 'Xi Xi Suo', and the door opened from the inside out.

After seeing that it was Yang Jia in the flickering firelight, Mr. Han was so shocked that the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground, and he stammered: "Yang Cheng, why are you here?" ”

Yang Jia replied with a smile: "Why can't I come." After speaking, the probe looked into the house, there was nothing in the house, a straw mat was spread on the top of the earthen kang, a muddy stove opposite the earthen kang, the only light source in the house oil lamp was placed on the stove, there was only a small horse on the ground, a low table, a pair of chopsticks on the table, only half a bowl of soup cakes in the lacquer bowl, a seven or eight-year-old girl squatting on the other side of the table with two pigtails on her head, I don't know whether it was to help Han Laozhang cook or accidentally smeared two black gray matter on his red face, Wearing gray clothes and a very ordinary robe underneath, because he saw his grandfather go to open the door, he turned around and held the bottom of the bowl with one hand, leaned the bowl against his mouth with the other hand, and kept picking up the rice in his mouth.

When Uncle Han heard Yang Jia's rhetorical question, he immediately didn't know how to answer, so he had to hesitate and say: "It's not Yang who I don't mean, it's just, it's just that my house is so dirty, and you are a noble person......

Hearing that the more Mr. Han said, the more outrageous it became, Yang Jia smiled and pushed Mr. Han into the house, put the white rice and white meat in his hand down on the stove, rubbed the head of the little girl who didn't understand what was happening, sat on the kang leisurely and pointed to the table and said, "You eat first, and then we'll talk about it after eating." ”

Seeing that Yang Jia was sitting on his kang without disgust, looking at the other party's natural expression, knowing that Yang Jia was not deliberately pretentious, he hummed, sat on the matza and quickly finished the soup cake in the bowl.

"How long have you been in the family?" Seeing that the other party finished eating, Yang Jia broke the silence and asked out loud.

It's probably been a long time since I've talked about such a topic, Old Man Han was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Yang Jia meant, suddenly his body trembled, buried his head under his shoulders, and didn't speak for a long time, only hearing the cry of 'woo'. Although the little girl next to her who hadn't finished eating didn't understand what was going on, she made her always kind grandfather cry, but after the little girl clearly heard what the strange man said, her grandfather began to cry, and the little girl put down the bowl hatefully, glaring at Yang Jia fiercely with red eyes.

Yang Jia didn't expect that Uncle Han couldn't let go of the death of his son and daughter-in-law, and he couldn't sit on the kang and couldn't sit still, so he could only say embarrassedly: "Uncle Han is Yang Jia's rudeness, you shouldn't say that, Yang Jia has made amends here." After speaking, he stood up and made a long bow to Uncle Han.

Seeing that his crying made his benefactor Yang Jia blame himself, his granddaughter was also sad with him, and hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and quickly stood up and helped Yang Jia to sit down: "Let Yang engage in jokes, people can't control their feelings when they are old." As he spoke, he pulled his granddaughter down in his arms and carefully wiped the tears from the little girl's face.

"When the child was still an infant, he lost his father and mother. That year, when he was still marching with other armies, he encountered an ambush on the road, and he was separated from his father and mother of the child, and he didn't know whether he was lost or killed, and he never saw him again. After crying, Mr. Han finally adjusted his mentality, and told the past of the Han family in a stable tone.

Yang Jia was also in a mood and silent after hearing this, this world is really chaotic! I casually met a family that was broken up and ruined, how many families in the world were empty, and how many white-haired people were crying to send their children away.

"I wonder what happened to Yang who came late at night?" On the contrary, Old Master Han saw Yang Jia sitting there with a sad face and was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but ask.

Uncle Han's inquiry pulled Yang Jia, who was deep in thought, back to reality, "Ao! The main purpose of my visit this time is to bring you some rice and ten white meats. By the way, I would like to inform you of one thing. After hearing this, Uncle Han opened his mouth and stared at Yang Jia incredulously with his eyes, when in his life had he ever seen an official who personally sent rice and white meat to him! Suddenly, he knelt on the ground with a 'plop' and said sadly: "Yang is engaged in great kindness and great virtue, and he will never forget it, and the old slave will definitely repay him with a straw title." ”

Yang Jia hurriedly helped Uncle Han up, and instead of saying polite words, he talked about how Uncle Han had helped him in the furnace shed these days, so that Uncle Han lowered his head and scratched his head with his hands embarrassedly. Yang Jia's meaning is obvious, these rice and white meat are not given to Han Laozhang's family, but Han Laozhang's deserved reward, and Han Laozhang has contributed to the innovation of a new decarbonization method. Uncle Han doesn't owe himself a favor.

Listening to Yang Jia's words, Uncle Han also understood Yang Jia's intentions, slowly opened the chatterbox, and chatted with Yang Jia, only to hear Uncle Han complain slightly, "How is it white rice that you brought from it?" It's not very tasty, and it's ridiculously expensive, thinking about how an old bone like mine can afford to eat white rice. ”

Yang Jia laughed when he heard this, this Uncle Han is really cunning enough, no one will think that corn is good to eat rice, but rice is not delicious in Uncle Han's mouth. Chang'an rice is expensive, and life is not easy. It's all forced!

"Since my husband thinks that rice is not delicious, let's take those white rice to the county seat tomorrow and exchange it for corn."

With Yang Jia's 'suggestion', Old Man Han grinned and nodded hurriedly. Looking at the smiling Han Lao Zhang, Yang Jia opened his mouth and went straight to the point: "My husband, in addition to delivering rice this time, I have one more thing to tell you, I have decided that from tomorrow onwards, you old craftsmen will not have to go to the furnace shed to forge weapons." ”

Before Yang Jia finished speaking, Uncle Han stood up excitedly and said: "You don't need to go to forging, so what's the matter, the land in Tuntian hasn't been sent down yet, and even if it is sent, it will be harvested next year, if you don't let me go to forging, how can the child live?" Seeing that Uncle Han misunderstood what he meant, Yang Jia hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean that, you don't have to go to forging, but I found you another errand." Uncle Han looked at his rough, dark, and obviously protruding knuckles in his hands, and asked in confusion: "In addition to forging weapons, what other errand can I do as an old slave?" ”

"Teach! Leave your experience in forging weapons and making storming chariots to the young craftsmen, and pass on their so-called 'miraculous skills' to future generations. ”

Mr. Han, who had just done it, was so shocked by Yang Jia that he stood up with a 'plop', what are you kidding, isn't teaching done by those scholars who are only eight years old, rich in learning, and polite in writing? How can an old man like me do it? They teach the way of saints, how have they ever heard of someone teaching such lowly things?

"My husband is wrong! The sage said that "there is no class to teach", which means that any kind of student can be taught, and in turn, he understands that "there is no order to hear the Tao, and there is a specialization in the arts", as long as the person who is deep in the Tao can be a teacher! From literati scholars, dignitaries and nobles, down to woodcutters, agricultural craftsmen. There is a way to preach. The literati and scholars passed on the way of humanity of the saints, the way of selling and passing on merchants, the way of craftsmen passing on sharp weapons, and the way of the road and the road are all part of the way of heaven. Uncle Han couldn't help but nod when he looked at Yang Jia, who was talking eloquently, but suddenly felt that Yang Jia's words were faintly wrong, but he couldn't refute them, so he could only look at Yang Jia in a daze.

"But Gu Yun's agriculture and mulberry are full, merchants are full of goods, and workers are sharpened by their tools' Yang Jia thought that agriculture, merchants, and craftsmen were as important as the Great Jin Dynasty. Agriculture and mulberry are established, officials govern the country, merchants are rich in the country, and craftsmen are strong, so why can't craftsmen pass on the way of sharp weapons to future generations? After Yang Jia's explanation, Mr. Han was finally nodded by Yang Jia.

"It's okay if you can't read, you can talk about it but not do it! Find a literate person to help you write books, and you don't have to worry about food, I will discuss with Zu Fenwei, and I will give you a monthly salary. ”

As soon as he heard the hair, the innocent Old Man Han grinned and nodded, expressing his agreement with Yang Jia's proposal. Yang Jia looked around at the impoverished thatched house and said: "Eat and drink water, bend the humerus and pillow, and enjoy it." The old man Yang Jia took his leave. ”

Although Mr. Han couldn't understand the meaning of Yang Jia's words, he listened to Yang Jia's farewell and hurriedly bowed down and sent Yang Jia out.

Although it is a small thing to let craftsmen teach the method of sharp weapons, I don't know how much it will stir up when it reaches Jiangdong!