A few quarters of an hour later, an eerie scene appeared in the lobby of the palace.

Lu Fei held the gun and kept disassembling it, taking a part from time to time, and fell into thought.

Mr. Yin and Yang Lu Yang squatted on a chair without any image, holding primary chemistry, frowning and pondering for a while, suddenly realizing for a while, and laughing for a while.

At the door, Gao Wu, who was sturdy, held a primary mechanical atlas in his hand and a stick in his hand, constantly drawing on the ground.

Seeing that he was completely attracted to the three of them, Zhu Gaoyu was secretly happy in his heart.

Be grateful for the almighty space.

After so many years, Zhu Gaoyu has actually thrown this knowledge to the teacher a long time ago.

But as there were more and more space fields, with the blessing of some magical power, Zhu Gaoyu's memory began to slowly recover.

Memories from school, video news and materials I usually watch are also gradually emerging in my mind.

The primary chemistry in Lu Yang's hands is the middle school chemistry knowledge that Zhu Gaoyu copied from memory.

I dare not say that it is 100% similar to the content in the book, and about 90% Zhu Gaoyu can still guarantee it.

Things that are uncertain will also be marked in the book.

What I know is that it is clearly written, and it is even very intimate, and the mistake in the name has been changed.

After all, that knowledge comes from later generations, and there are many names that are different from the current ones.

In order to save the trouble, Zhu Gaoyu changed the names of some materials to names that the Ming people could understand.

The names of those foreigners in the books were also changed by Zhu Gaoyu.

What Newton, what Marie Curie, changed to Fuxi Nuwa, these ancient bosses.

What, Newton discovered gravitation?

Obviously it's my Fuxi Emperor, when I was studying gossip, I accidentally discovered something about a person surnamed Niu

Yes, that's for sure, no problem.

…………

Bell Bell ......

"All families pay attention, the court sent someone down to announce something important, and it is a good thing, every family in charge of the family will go to the village entrance under the big locust tree to gather."

In Liujia Village, ten miles away from Jinling, the village chief held a gong and shouted while knocking.

In the morning, taking advantage of the cool weather, the villagers who had just come back to rest after going to the field came out curiously and asked the village chief what was going on.

"Oh, you don't have to ask me, you all go to the village entrance under the big locust tree to gather, I don't know much, but it's a good thing, let's go quickly!"

The village chief, who was still waiting to inform the others, waved the gong hammer in his hand at the villagers who gathered around, and struck the gong to call the others.

Soon, a small hundred people gathered under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.

"Third brother, I heard that the imperial court has started construction in many places recently, and there is still a war in the south, do you say that you will come over to increase the conscription."

"It's hard to say, but it's probably possible."

"Alas, the grass at home has not yet been hoeed, and if it is forcibly conscripted into forced labor, this year's harvest will be over."

"It's not like it's a drop, but it's not okay if you don't go. If you desert from service, your family will suffer. ”

As the discussion progressed, the villagers' mood became more and more depressed.

"All quiet, all quiet......"

After shouting, the village chief returned to the entrance of the village, and knocked the gong in his hand to the people who were whispering, so that everyone could be quiet.

When the villagers quieted down and looked at the village chief, they saw the village chief and several people standing on the grinding plate under the big locust tree.

At the head was a middle-aged man dressed as a butler, and behind him, several soldiers in military uniforms.

The hearts of the villagers sank, and some began to suspect that these people might really have come to levy forced labor.

"Master Zhang, everyone is here."

When everyone quieted down, the village chief saluted the housekeeper with a flattering face.

"There's the village chief of Laoliu."

The housekeeper man arched his hand with a smile and said loudly to all the villagers: "Fellow villagers, my surname is Zhang Ming'an, and I am the steward of the Yue Palace. ”

"I came to your village this time not to levy conscription on behalf of the imperial court, so you don't have to worry."

Hearing that it was not a conscription, the villagers secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it is not a conscription, everything else can be discussed.

"That's right."

Zhang An coughed lightly and arched his hand in the direction of Jinling.

"His Royal Highness the King of Yue, at the behest of His Majesty, wants to set up a craftsman battalion, but there is not enough personnel on hand, so I asked a certain person to go to various villages and recruit people who are willing to work in the craftsman battalion."

"What, go be a craftsman!"

As soon as Zhang An's words began, he remembered a burst of exclamations below.

Daming implemented the household registration system, and when he was a soldier, he entered the military household registration, and the craftsman entered the craftsman register.

Once this household registration is settled, it will not only follow you for the rest of your life, but also cannot be changed by future generations.

For the people of the Ming Dynasty, craftsmen are not a good household registration.

Households have land, as long as they do not encounter disaster years, cultivate diligently, and pay the field tax, there is still a lot of food left, and if the family is a little more frugal, there is no problem in living a life of food.

However, the artisans are different, they have no land, and they rely on their crafts to eat.

The source of economic food is all reissued by the imperial court.

If the officials above have a better heart, they can still let you eat a mouthful of food.

If you encounter that kind of black-hearted official who drinks blood, not only will you not eat or drink, but you will also have to complete the tasks issued by the imperial court.

If there was any big project in the imperial court, the craftsmen would definitely be the first to expropriate.

For example, the repair of the Emperor's Mausoleum.

When the common people arrived at the time of conscription, they could return to their hometowns directly.

But the craftsmen did not have this opportunity, they had to work hard all the time, and even in the end, for the sake of secrecy, it was possible to seal the mausoleum.

Even in the early Ming Dynasty, the craftsmen did not rush to the place of work, and the cost of winding on the road had to be borne by themselves.

If you don't have enough food and clothing, you do the hardest work, and your life is in danger, if you don't have to do it, ordinary people will never be transferred to the artisan household register.

It is precisely for various reasons that the status of craftsmen is even lower than that of the last merchants.

No way, although the status of businessmen is low, they are rich.

And what about you craftsmen.

Not only is the status low, but there is no money.

It's miserable to think about.

It is precisely because of this that as soon as Zhang An said the artisan camp, the villagers were in an uproar.

"Everybody is quiet, quiet ......"

Zhang An, who was noisy and couldn't speak, and the village chief worked hard to silence everyone.

"Don't worry, we're hiring, not transferring."

"If you work in the artisan camp, not only will your household registration be retained, but if one person in your family works in the artisan camp, as long as you continue to work, the family will not have to serve in the artisan camp."

"What's more, we don't let people work for nothing."

"Every month, apprentices can get one penny of silver, regular workers can get two pieces of silver, if they are promoted to elite workers, they can get one or two silver per month, and there are rice, flour and meat during the New Year's holidays, and we also pack two meals a day, the kind that is full, and there is meat to eat regularly."

"If you want to become a top craftsman, it would be even better, not only will you have ten taels of silver every month, but you can even get an official position appointed by the imperial court and become a high-ranking official."

The noisy sound gradually quieted down, and the villagers looked at Zhang An, thinking about what the other party shouted, and their hearts were a little touched.

If it's as good as the other party said, it's not bad to work in the artisan camp.

Just the broken ground at home and plant something. Except for taxes and family food, I can't earn a few dollars a year.

When a worker not only eats and drinks, but also gets paid, and when he is a regular worker, he can save at least one or two taels of silver a year.

For a tael of silver, you can tell your son to be a protégé after a few years, or you can build a house at home.

More importantly, there is also rice and flour meat.

Thinking of biting into the fat meat in their mouths full of oil, the villagers, who had not touched the flesh for a long time, couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Seeing that the villagers were already moved, Zhang An decided to release the last bombshell.

"In addition, our artisan camp will also set up a private school, where the children of families who become ordinary workers can enter the artisan camp school for free, and the children's learning expenses are all borne by the artisan camp, you don't have to spend a penny, you don't have to dig a grain of rice."

Wow!

The villagers were in an uproar and looked at Zhang An in shock.

Mother, the child can study, and the family doesn't have to spend money, how can this be looking for someone to work, this is a savior sent by God.

"My lord, I ...... sign up"

After a moment of silence, a man raised his hand.

He was thoroughly impressed.

In addition to the temptation of artificial money, the most important thing is to let the child study.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high.

As long as the child has a way out in the future, unlike him, facing the loess with his back to the sky, trapped in the field for a lifetime.

Not to mention going to work, the other party just won't give a penny, as long as he can ensure the treatment of the child and the future future, let him follow him to rebel, he will dare.