The big playground in Mingyue Village, the first year of Qinzong's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

At the dinner table, He Mingjiang ate a large mouthful of sauerkraut fish and was full of emotion. I don't know if my ancestors have any merits to be able to meet a noble person like the master.

The carpenter is also lamenting that his granddaughter is studying in the Mengxue camp, and there are people in the family who work in the workshop, and their small life is thriving. Not long ago, the carpenter cooperated with two small leaders of the village soldiers to contract a cold-proof clothing workshop, and he has begun to bring a steady stream of benefits to himself.

Or the little master has a way to refine the production process of a thing as much as possible and control the work difference. This allows you to ship on a large scale, and it's easy to control the most critical parts without worrying about getting kicked out.

In fact, Li Xiang originally wanted the masters of the craftsman camp to completely control the workshop, but Su Su reminded him that Li thought about those high-level people who controlled the force, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Taking the opportunity of standardizing and assembling the artisan household camp, Li wanted to let the master craftsmen take the core craftsmanship into their own hands, and promote the marriage and joint stock of the master craftsmen and the senior management of the cottage. For example, in the earthen blast furnace of Mingyue Village, only the blacksmith Lei personally grasps the heat to be able to make good molten iron.

The workshop owners of Mingyue Village and the high-level soldiers of the village have united, and an aggressive and pioneering interest group has emerged, and when the time comes, it will find nutrients on its own.

Zhang Qingping thought more, he was originally the same as Li Xiang, and only regarded Mingyuezhai as a temporary place to stay. Thinking of a stable place to go, he left immediately, but he slowly changed his mind.

Seeing Li Xiang's various magical methods, and learning that the high-level officials of the cottage have been seeking Zhao'an, Zhang Qingping also began to seek a higher and better position for himself and his son. He had seen the erosion of the surrounding army, the Xiang army and the township soldiers in the north, and he had also seen the ferocity and violence of the Jurchens.

Of course, Zhang Qingping didn't think that the Great Zhou would be beaten down by these barbarians, after all, when the Great Liao was in its heyday, it had millions of troops and iron horses, and it was just a tie with the Great Zhou. He just felt that sooner or later there would be another major war on the northern border, and it was likely to turn into a tug-of-war for decades at the beginning of the dynasty.

At that time, the imperial court has been using troops for many years, and brave men like Liu Chengdong, who are in the background of the court and are brave and good at fighting, will definitely have their own place. With the high starting point of Liu Chengdong's early Xiang army commander, Mingyuezhai will also become a powerful party at that time, and several generations of wealth can be expected.

Zhang Qingping is a crossbow craftsman in Cangzhou Mansion, and his family has been engaged in this business for more than 100 years. A few years ago, a fellow squire surnamed Jiang took advantage of the war to seize Zhang Qingping's family property and colluded with the government to demote him to a lowly status.

That's not all, the squire surnamed Jiang took advantage of Zhang Qingping's absence to rape Zhang. Looking at his wife, who was stabbed in the chest and died in pain, Zhang Qingping hid his son in the mountains and set fire to his ancestral home.

When Liu Chengdong and the Liao army were attacking near Fucheng, Zhang Qingping saw the opportunity and sneaked back to Fucheng. Armed with a big bow, a horn bow and a crossbow, Zhang Qingping killed all 45 members of the squire's family surnamed Jiang, and even his distant relatives were not spared......

Zhang Qingping took advantage of the chaos to leave with the defeated soldiers of the Great Zhou, and together with the defeated soldiers under Liu Chengdong, rescued several Liu Chengdong. After that, he fled all the way to Mingyue Village, and several high-level executives thanked him for saving his life and took good care of Zhang Qingping.

After taking a bite of scrambled eggs with leeks, Zhang Qingping temporarily suppressed the excitement in his heart. Isn't it just to increase the pull of the straight bow to 50 kilograms, since you plan to stay here, then you should also come up with a few unique skills, so as not to be looked down upon by everyone.

The system of "assembly line, standardization" ensures that Zhang Qingping only needs to grasp the most core part, and the rest will be handed over to the employees of the village, without worrying too much about others. Li Xiaofuzi pays the most attention to rules and remuneration, and Zhang Qingping is very relieved like many people.

Zhang Qingping also has a kind of big crossbow in his ancestors, which is better than the kind of crossbow used by the Great Zhou Forbidden Army in some aspects, and of course it is not as good as the divine arm bow. Let's wait and talk, after all, Mingyuezhai doesn't have the financial resources to equip such an expensive weapon now, and at the same time, the crossbow is a weapon strictly controlled by the imperial court after all.

Carpenter Zeng and Blacksmith Lei had a very good relationship, and they sat together and whispered.

"It seems that Master Liu Zhai is going to leave the foundation to Mr. Li, after all, Mr. Li and Miss Liu, hehe... The old man was completely convinced by Li Xiaofuzi, did things according to the rules, and brought everyone to get rich. Carpenter Zeng looked admiring, looked at Li Xiang and said, even after a few bowls of sour jujube wine, his face turned a little red.

"The little master's Chinese pinyin is really easy to use, and it just makes us artisans who don't know big characters... Uh, literacy with letters. I heard that the little master is taking a few clever little cubs to translate a few books such as Tiangong Kaiwu, which are for us to read. Well, I see a lot of ancestral treasures on it, and then our workshop can go further. ”

Blacksmith Lei was very good at drinking when he was young, and he rarely drank it after going up the mountain, and although the first batch of wild fruit wine from the village was unpleasant, he was very satisfied. "Yes, aha, my Lao Lei saw the duplex steelmaking method two days ago, and he can directly produce molten steel! I have already built a small stove to try according to the instructions of the little master, and I have to write some experimental reports and the like, so I am tired and panicked.

Looking at the envious look on Carpenter's face, Thunder Blacksmith exclaimed proudly. "After the molten steel comes out, we can eat white noodles every day, the molten steel, damn it, aha... In addition to the owner of Liu Zhai in the cottage, I will serve the little master. The little master can keep us fed and clothed, and who else has this ability. ”

Artisan Household Camp, Youth Camp, Mongolian Learning. The high-level leaders who invested in the workshop, the ordinary villagers who worked in the cottage workshop, and the disabled veterans hired by Li Xiang, all of whom regarded Li Xiang as the only heir to the owner of the village. Lao Huang saw all this in his eyes, and although he admired Li Xiang's ability, he still accelerated his plan to speed up the killing of Li Xiang!

Zhen Laoshi, who worked in Li Xiang's laboratory, and He Mingjiang had a bowl, "I heard that the high-level is going to speed up recruitment......

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. However, a loyal person like our village master, there is always a discerning person in the court. After He Mingjiang finished speaking, he took another sip of mountain fruit wine. This sour liquor made from wild fruits is unpalatable, but it is already a luxury for villagers who can't eat a few bites of meat all year round.

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Dali, Yunnan, is not very cold in winter, and the king of Dali is feasting on the clan and important ministers.

Duan Qirui, the king of Dali in his early 50s, can vaguely see the heroic posture of the year, and his face is elegant and majestic. Duan Qirui does not have many children, only two sons, Duan Linjie and Duan Linlie, and a daughter of Duan Lintian.

The two sons are very good, the eldest Duan Linjie is known for his literary talent, and the second Duan Linlie is brave and martial, who would have thought... Fortunately, Tian'er is caring. Looking at his little daughter, who had just turned 17 years old, Duan Qirui was very pleased.

"Father, why don't you eat this sprout! This is a healthy dish made by my daughter especially for you and your mother. The son will have to decoct the queen mother later, so he will retire first. The baby fat princess saw that Prime Minister Lu Yiming had something to say, so she was coquettish and retreated obediently.

Prime Minister Lu Yiming and the close eunuch Du Chenyi, the heads of the foreign officials and the inner servants respectively, hurriedly bowed and saluted.

From top to bottom, both the gentry and the common people are very fond of this beautiful, kind and sensible little princess, and the princess who is obsessed with medical skills has almost become a national treasure of Dali. Because the queen is frail and sickly, Duan Qirui is reluctant to wear this little padded jacket, and Duan Lintian himself is frail, so he has never been married.

The old king took a bite of his daughter's health dishes, oops, his daughter's medical skills are very good, and this cooking skill is... Seeing that the prime minister and several generals had something to say, Duan Qirui was upset and asked the idlers and others to retreat.

"Prime Minister Lu, the widow sees that you are holding back very hard, please speak up if you have something to say. Don't say that the widow won't give you a chance, go back and say that the widow doesn't listen to the advice, and after a hundred years, you will put a big hat on the widow..."