"My surname is Kim, you want to hit something? What's the fight? The goldsmith had a loud voice and spoke as if he were arguing.

Fang Mingyuan looked left and right, and just as he was about to speak, the blacksmith said loudly: "We don't do knives, kitchen knives, scissors, you have to go to the street first, and report to the steward." ”

Fang Mingyuan stomped his feet and said, "Don't fight that, farm tools, do you have hot water?" Let's make a pot of tea, sit down and talk about our farm tools. ”

The blacksmith pointed to the wall, "The hoes, the plowshares, and the farm tools are all over there, pick them up!" ”

Fang Mingyuan grabbed the golden blacksmith's arm, don't go! Didn't say anything! Why are you in a hurry?

"It's not like that, we have a lot of people, a lot of land, and we can't open the ground with that exhaustion, you see, this is the drawing, you take a look first." Fang Mingyuan pulled the gold blacksmith to squat outside the furnace room.

The gold blacksmith looked at the stove one by one, and looked back at the stove from time to time, "This one can be beaten, but the row of plowshares can't be made, the stove is small, and the whole one can't be put in." ”

Chang'an understood, this person didn't understand the drawings.

"Uncle Kim, you see, this three-headed plough is actually connected to a main beam, as long as you can hit this main beam."

The gold blacksmith frowned and looked closely, "Is this the iron rod?" Oh, and drill holes, what's this? ”

"Screws."

"What's a screw?"

Chang'an encountered difficulties this time, in order to understand the screws, he almost danced for others, and choked himself enough, but people just didn't understand.

"Work first, I'll do the screws." Chang'an simply doesn't care, age or anything is a trivial matter, the screw can't be understood, everything is in vain.

The gold blacksmith stared at Chang'an, "Do you know how to strike iron?" ”

Chang'an whispered: "I can only play small pieces, and I don't know how to control fire, and I can't use a hammer well, and I can't quench it." ”

So what can you do?

Chang'an was speechless, Grandpa Hyundai made a blacksmith club, a group of old men from the steel mill, who had nothing to do and got together to play iron, he followed and studied.

But grandpa uses a temperature-controlled furnace, the kind with an electronic display screen, the old man has no strength, he uses a hydraulic hammer, quenching oil quenching, and the formula is a chemical raw material, he really doesn't seem to know how to strike iron in ancient times.

"Well, it's not that you don't understand! You fight, I'll talk to you on the side. "Chang'an gave up, and it seems that it is really not good to strike iron.

Fang Mingyuan pushed his son to rest, "I'll help, I won't, but I can promise to explain it to Brother Jin." ”

In the workshop, everyone is actually not doing serious work, and is busy smelting iron ore into iron blocks.

Fang Mingyuan asked what the craftsmen would do, and he was not polite to divide the labor among everyone, those who can beat iron rods and iron pipes will hit iron pipes, and those who can beat plowshares will go to plowshares, and no one should be idle.

There are more than 20 people in the workshop, and they are called by Fang Mingyuan, and the division of labor is clear and the assembly line is operated. The blacksmith only concentrates on screws, and three screws thicker than his thumb are needed.

When the first screw was made, although it was not yet a finished product, the blacksmith finally understood what a screw was. Kicking a pile of screw scrap away and shouting at the backyard, "Daddy, Daddy, there's a job I can't do." ”

Old Man Jin kicked his shoes and came out, glanced at the screws, and snorted coldly: "Isn't it just a trick, you kid can't do this?" Who decides? What are you going to do? ”

The gold blacksmith was busy explaining to his father, oh, Father Jin is relieved, he doesn't just want to build a chariot.

Chang'an looked at the sky again, there were screws together, but the gold blacksmith didn't know, let me toss this way, you called your father earlier!

The first walk-behind plough was made, and Daddy Jin watched their father and son assemble it, and walked around the yard in a novel way, not caring about the deep ditches that were ploughed out of his yard.

"It turns out that the spiral coulter means this, and I have seen it for the first time, and the plough is not pointed, with a spiral knife, whimsy! Good thing, even my old man can walk around and plow the field, saving effort. ”

The three-headed hook plough came out, the old man was not very excited, asked his son to continue to work harder, and pulled Fang Mingyuan to chat.

"Housheng, you need a lot of silver to fight these!"

Fang Mingyuan remembered that this new farm tool had not been negotiated just now.

"Dad, we just moved here, there is a lot of land, it's all wasteland! I'm afraid that I won't be able to pick it up and delay the farming time, you see, this is all forced to make no way, so I want to recruit such farm tools, do you think you can give it cheaper? ”

Daddy Jin smiled, and it was easy to negotiate the price, "I only calculate the price of iron, not the cost of charcoal, and I also need three hundred taels of silver!" ”

"How much? Three hundred...... Two? Fang Mingyuan had three hundred and forty taels of silver with him, or silver tickets, and he was thinking about going to the livestock market tomorrow!

Mules and cattle have to be added, and now the remaining four cows are tired along the way, and then let the land be cultivated, I am afraid that they will be tired to death.

Daddy Jin nodded, "Three hundred taels, only the iron used, nothing else, if you are too expensive......"

"No, no, it's not too expensive, that ......" Fang Mingyuan wanted to bargain, but people didn't give him any room, they said that they only charged iron money, and they didn't ask for much.

Artificial, charcoal money is not counted! Three hundred taels! This thing is expensive!

Chang'an muttered on the side, "It's not too expensive, it's that there is no money, and my father still wants to buy shovels, rammers, and iron rakes!" ”

Daddy Jin laughed, "This is easy to do, there is no money and wood, it is a trivial matter!" ”

"You have no money, can you plough it for me?" Fang Mingyuan asked.

Daddy Jin nodded, "Exchange your drawings, what's the matter?" Three hundred taels for a drawing for you, we won't lose! ”

Fang Mingyuan pondered, how could he feel lost!

"We're going to have a shovel ......"

"Done, if you want anything, I want this drawing. Say yes first, sell it to me, you can't give it to other workshops, and you can't find another blacksmith shop if you plough and plow. Daddy Kim said.

Fang Mingyuan wondered, there was no intellectual property protection in ancient times, and people could imitate this thing if they bought one back.

Fang Mingyuan said his doubts, and Father Jin laughed again.

"Housheng, we have a guild and an official government! Naturally, the drawings have to be reported to the government, and if others want to play, they will pay me money every month, no matter how many sets you sell out, we will sit on the ground and collect the money. ”

The gold blacksmith is true and sincere, and the golden father is the old Jianghu!

However, people didn't hide how to make money with drawings, it was enough to be upright, and they didn't say, "It's changed, the drawings are useless in my hands, you can type them out, so that more farmers can benefit, it's a good thing!" ”

"Good! Cool, that's it. Daddy Jin slapped the table and tilted the dozing Chang'an.

"Oh, boy, don't sleep here, go sleep behind the stove."

Fang Mingyuan didn't sleep all night, took out the jasmine tea in his arms, opened two small oiled paper packets, brewed strong tea, and chatted with Daddy Jin all night.

Chang'an was woken up by his father's exclamation.

"What! Can half a pound of tea be exchanged for a horse? "Special! Yesterday I drank two or two stomachs so far, and half a horse has drunk it.

Chang'an Xindao: Doesn't Dad know that the ancient mutual market is called the tea and horse market?

Fang Mingyuan walked back and forth, rubbing his hands constantly, "I forgot, Ning Zhong talked to me, by the way, what did I think of at that time?" Well? It's sent, it's sent, and the tea is easy to do! ”

Daddy Kim reminded, "There is a war in the south!" Tea simply can't be shipped. ”

With such a good tea for foreigners? I can't even drink it, and they can't give it to the horses! We are full of tea, turn back, I will fry tea when I go back, damn, we have a horse-drawn plow, is it more noodles than a cow?