The structure of Jiaozhou Zhaoxian Hall is a bit like a hotel, there is a hall in the front yard, and the hall is divided into many counter windows, and different types of talents are reported in different windows. The backyard is a lot of houses, and only those who have passed the front office can enter the backyard for the next step of the review, or rest in the backyard house like Pang Tong.

As soon as Nan Ye led Pang Tong out of the backyard of the Zhaoxian Pavilion, he heard a burst of laughter from the hall in the front yard. This made Nan Ye feel a little curious, because although there were many people of all kinds in the recruitment hall, after all, this was a government office, and there was rarely a loud noise.

Pang Tong and Guo Jia, who were talking behind Nan Ye, were obviously also curious, and stopped at the same time. Dian Wei and Zhou Cang, who were guarding Nan Ye, naturally stopped when they saw the three of them stop. At this time, the group was not far from the front hall, when they heard a young man's voice coming out of the hall.

"You...... Wait, don't ...... Don't laugh! I...... I ......"

"haha~" Before the teenager could finish "I", there was another burst of laughter in the crowd, apparently the laughter just now was also caused by the teenager's stammering.

"Little ...... Little brother, you ...... You'd better go home. Other...... Don't waste time here. I...... I can't wait. Another young man's voice came out, apparently imitating the boy and laughing at him. Sure enough, as soon as the young man's words fell, there was another burst of laughter in the hall.

"Silence! Du Mo smiled and listened to him finish speaking. A neutral voice sounded, apparently the military attache in the Zhaoxian Pavilion who maintained order. He couldn't control the occasional laughter in the crowd, and he wouldn't care, but if someone deliberately made trouble, he couldn't ignore it.

The young man who was laughing at the boy was stopped and apparently did not dare to speak again, and the other people in the hall in line stopped laughing. There was silence in the hall, and a pin drop could be heard. Nan Ye and Pang Tong could imagine even outside the hall that everyone's eyes in the hall must have been focused on the stuttering boy at this time.

The situation in the hall was not far from what Nan Ye had guessed, a young man in a coarse cloth shirt was standing at the front of a group of people holding a delicate wooden model in his hand. If you look closely, you will find that the group is holding more or less utensils in their hands, these utensils are different in size and shape, some of which can be clearly seen as models of farm tools, some are real objects, and some are strange and unknown.

In front of the boy was a counter, a middle-aged man dressed as an official was standing behind the stage, and there was a sign on the counter with the word "work" written on it, obviously this group of people was the craftsmen who came to the recruitment hall.

The stuttering boy saw that everyone in the hall was looking at him, obviously more nervous, and he couldn't speak for a while, and he also saw sweat on his forehead.

The official in charge of reviewing the craftsmen behind the counter was Nan Ye's second disciple, and his understanding of the Science Avenue was far beyond that of ordinary people. Although he couldn't recognize the purpose of the model in the boy's hand, it was not difficult to see the intricacies and subtleties in it. The official concluded that the young man in front of him was a craftsman, if not a man who could invent instruments. So he was not impatient, but comforted the young man and said, "Little brother, don't be in a hurry, speak slowly." Did you make the instrument in your hand? ”

The boy nodded hurriedly when he heard the official's question, and then carefully placed the wooden model in his hand on the counter. But he was still speechless.

The official took the model and looked at it for a while, but even though he was well-informed, he could not judge the true purpose of this device, but he felt that this model was a bit like a spinning wheel, but it was different. As is customary, craftsmen who come to present their inventions have to give a demonstration so that officials can judge their value. However, this is the first time that this official has encountered a craftsman who does a good job of the model of the instrument, but does not speak.

"Little brother, can you tell me what this device is for?" Officials put the model back in the counter road.

The stuttering boy pondered for a long time before stammering, "This ...... This is me, I ...... I improve, the ...... Target...... The weaving ...... Weaving machine. I...... I'm going to...... To enter the department...... Academy. ”

"haha~" As soon as the young man spoke, there was another burst of daxiao in the hall. The young man who laughed at the boy just now was lined up behind the boy, and although he didn't dare to imitate the boy and laugh at him anymore, he still muttered in a low voice: "You dare to say that you want to enter the Academy of Sciences even if you have something like a child's toy?" Wouldn't I be able to be the dean? ”

The young man finally mustered up the courage to say a word in front of everyone, but he didn't expect to attract everyone's ridicule, which made the young man's face turn red at that time. He grabbed the model on the counter, bowed to the official behind the counter, and said shyly: "I...... I...... I'll come back next time! After saying that, he turned around and was about to run out.

"Wait (wait)!" As the official opened his mouth to stop the boy, a voice came from the back of the hall. The people in line in the hall didn't know what the place was behind the hall, but the officials knew that behind it was the place where high-ranking officials received high-level talents. And today there happened to be an extremely important talent in the backyard waiting for Nan Ye National Teacher to meet him in person, and the voice just now seemed to be Nan Ye's National Teacher.

A moment later, the official's judgment was verified, and the hall saw five people enter through the back door of the hall. The first one had a face like a crown of jade, and the two scribes behind him were dressed as ugly and handsome, and the two of Zuihou were two strong men, one with a black face and one with a yellow face.

"Meet the National Teacher!" The officials behind several counters in the hall and the samurai who maintained order saluted at the same time. It's just that the officials salute, while the samurai salute the military.

"Meet the National Teacher!" "Meet the National Teacher!" Everyone who was queuing was stunned for a moment, and then they all reacted and spoke one after another, but they were not very neat. The way of saluting also varies, some people bow their hands, some people bow, and some simply kneel on the ground. None of them thought that they would meet the legendary Great Dao Saint Nanye National Master here today.

Nan Ye smiled and saluted when he saw everyone: "Everyone, you are exempt!" I'm only here to see this little brother's improved weaving machine, and you will continue to ignore me. ”

How could everyone in the hall really ignore Nan Ye's existence? But he didn't dare to go against Nan Ye's intentions. Although they all straightened up and continued to line up, their eyes were still staring at Nan Ye and the stuttering boy. Everyone couldn't help but think in their hearts: The model in the hands of this stuttering boy can make Guanghua Guoshi interested, is it really a great invention?

Seeing that order had been restored, Nan Ye no longer paid attention to what everyone was thinking, but walked up to the young man and stretched out his hand and smiled, "Can you show me your invention?" ”

The stuttering boy was even more nervous in the face of Nan Ye at this time than when he was ridiculed by everyone just now, he couldn't speak, just nodded desperately with a red face, and then handed the model in his hand to Nan Ye.

Although Nan Ye understands that science is the primary productive force, and he also formulates policies in Jiaozhou to encourage invention and creation, Nan Ye is not much more proficient than the officials behind the counter in terms of each ancient instrument. This is equivalent to a modern person who can use a computer and drive a car, and in ancient times, he would not necessarily use an ox to pull a plow to plough the land, nor would he necessarily use a spinning wheel to spin cloth.

Nan Ye's real interest is not the model in his hand, but the stuttering boy in front of him. He didn't know if the improved silk loom in his hand was more advanced than the improved silk loom in the Academy of Sciences, but he knew that the young man in front of him was an out-and-out talent, even more useful than Pang Tong's talent. When he was just in the backyard, he had already used his skills to store stars and capture stars.

Will star record: Ma Jun, the word Deheng, Fufeng people. One of the most famous mechanical inventors in the history of ancient Chinese science and technology. Ma Jun's family was poor when he was young, and he had a stuttering problem, so he was not good at talking but was good at ingenuity, and later held an official position in the Wei State. He successively manufactured a guide car, a puppet show, and transformed a weaving machine to improve the work efficiency by four or five times. Ma Jun also developed the keel waterwheel, a tool for agricultural irrigation, and improved the Zhuge repeater and thunderbolt car, which contributed to the development of science and the progress of Jishu. Skill: Invention.

After looking at the silk loom model in his hand for a while, Nan Ye put the model on the counter, turned to Ma Jun and said with a smile: "I know that you are not good at words, what do I ask you next, you just nod and shake your head to tell me, okay?" ”

The young Ma Jun didn't expect that the idol in his heart, the Great Dao Sage Guanghua National Teacher, would be so approachable. Although he was sweating nervously at this time, he could still do it by nodding and shaking his head, so he nodded.

Nan Ye smiled and asked, "Your name is Ma Jun, you are a person from Fufeng, am I right?" ”

Ma Jun nodded desperately with round eyes at that time, he never thought that his idol would know him. It's as incredible as an ordinary person who meets the president of the country on the street and excitedly steps forward to shake hands, only to be called by the president by name.

Ma Jun was by no means the only one who was surprised in the hall of the Zhaoxian Pavilion, everyone felt incredible, even Pang Tong behind Nan Ye. At this time, some people in the crowd were already discussing: "The national teacher really knows people and has skills!" "The National Teacher's Avenue is boundless!"

Nan Ye then asked, "Did you immigrate to Jiaozhou with your family?" ”

Ma Jun nodded when he heard this. Nan Ye smiled again when he saw this, it seems that his immigration policy has also brought a lot of talents to him. He said to Ma Jun, "Can you demonstrate your weaving machine here?" ”

Ma Jun nodded again, and then walked to the counter and fiddled. Don't look at Ma Jun's stammering, but his hands are very dexterous. Even Nan Ye, a layman, probably understood the working principle of this weaving machine with Ma Jun's demonstration, and Ma Jun didn't say a word during the whole process, but just pointed with his finger from time to time to remind Nan Ye of the places he should pay attention to. This kind of silent explanation is obviously more difficult for people to understand than it is to use language to explain it. But Ma Jun did it with his own skillful hands.