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In front of him were three people, an old man, two young and three, seeing what those people were wearing, Zijian was stunned for a moment, these people were all wearing Taoist robes, and there was a sign of an I-shaped ruler on their left chest, it could be seen that they should be monks of a certain sect.

"Ten great workers, a hundred small workers, a hundred handymen, a hundred porters. The old Taoist stood there and didn't speak, but the young Taoist priest beside him took a step forward and said.

His voice was not loud, nor did he shout loudly, but his voice came out smoothly, and in an instant he suppressed all kinds of noise and noise, and made everyone quiet.

But the silence was only for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, there was another buzzing discussion.

The young Taoist priest glanced at the crowd and said, "The price is still the same as yesterday, one tael of silver for a big worker, 400 wen for a small worker, 100 wen for a handyman, and 50 wen for a porter." ”

As soon as this price came out, everyone buzzed again, and Ge Tou'er took a step forward and said, "Dao Chief, I have to do a big job." ”

"You?" the Taoist priest seemed to remember him, looked at him, frowned, and communicated silently with the old Taoist beside him, and after a while, he said: "Okay, even if you are a big worker, but if you don't perform well, you can only come back to do small work." ”

Ge Tou'er nodded, and the Taoist priest pointed behind him and said, "Dagong is standing here." ”

"Dao Chief, I want to do a big job too!" Suddenly someone stood up again, most of these people came from other labor markets, since they shouted to do a big job, they naturally had great confidence in their craft.

The young Taoist priest's eyes seemed to be fiery eyes, and his gaze swept over a few people, and he pointed out the two from them, and said, "You two do big work, and the other two can only do small work." ”

The two people were still a little unhappy, and the young Taoist priest didn't bother to entangle with them, and said directly: "Either do small work or don't do it." ”

The two of them glanced at each other, but they still obediently walked to the other side, the position of the worker.

The young Taoist's gaze swept from the crowd, bringing people out one by one, and the moment his gaze swept over Zijian, Zijian felt that at that moment, it was as if he had been seen through, as if this young Taoist really had fiery eyes.

"You, do a great job. He pointed to Zijian.

Everyone's eyes came over, Zijian wanted to speak, but the old Taoist in the middle opened his mouth to say something, and the young Taoist priest looked at Zijian again, frowning: "You ......"

Zijian also cultivated the art of qi training, but his main cultivation method was symbiosis with monsters.

Zi Baifeng's hidden spirit trick can only be used by all kinds of demons and himself, but in this world, there is not only this method of hiding his own aura, and there is a particularly effective method in the lineage of Mr. Fujun and Mr. Fu Junhe relied on this method to hide the original non-Yangzi and non-Maji, making the two of them look completely like ordinary people.

This time I came to Yinglongzong, Fei Mazi specially asked Mr., and then passed down this method as a method of bird and mouse view, Zijian also practiced, at this time he was like an ordinary person, and ordinary people didn't want to see through his disguise.

It seems that the old Taoist feels that Zijian is a little different, but he is not sure, and the young Taoist priest is a little hesitant whether to keep him.

"I heard you still have Seiko, I'm going to do Seiko. Zijian smiled and said.

"Do Seiko?" the young Taoist priest was stunned, "Seiko is not something that anyone can do, what qualifications do you have to do Seiko?"

Zijian smiled: "It depends on my craftsmanship." ”

"There is no basis for words. The young Taoist priest looked Zijian up and down, "If you want to do Seiko, you need to show some real skills." ”

Zijian took out the ebony cigarette case in his arms, threw it directly, and said, "Is this enough?"

The young Taoist took the cigarette case in his hand, rubbed it up and down, and immediately frowned, the old Taoist took it, looked at the cigarette case carefully, did not open it, and handed it to Zijian with both hands, and said, "Cheng, you can do Seiko." ”

As soon as the others saw Zijian doing this, they immediately began to look for something from his body that could show his skills, but they were reprimanded by the young Taoist priest, who continued to point one by one, and finally ordered three hundred and ten people, but it only took less than a quarter of an hour.

He nodded, Zijian also watched, nodding silently.

He is also a master among craftsmen, in his opinion, whether there is a craft, how the craftsmanship is, can be seen in many actions, in his opinion, this young Taoist priest is really not a blind eye.

Zijian was looking at the young Taoist, while the old Taoist priest next to him was looking at him, nodding silently while watching.

When everyone was together, the young Taoist priest led everyone to the place of work, but the old Taoist was a few steps behind, walked beside Zijian, and asked, "Young man, are you Gui Geng?"

Zijian hasn't been called a young man for many years, he has been a father for almost twenty years, and he is still called a young man, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed, Zijian has grown a beard according to custom, but his face looks like a man in his early twenties, no matter how you look at it, he is a young man.

"Old Immortal, I'm Chinese New Year's Eve six years today. Zijian said.

"No, no, I think your young man is twenty-seven or eight at most, are you married?"

"My son is going to be 20 years old this year. ”

Of course, Zijian's age and Zi Baifeng's age are both imaginary years.

"Are you kidding my old man?" the old Taoist priest was a little displeased, and said, "Young man, my eyes are not vegetarian, don't lie to my old man." ”

Zijian is helpless, he says the truth, others don't believe it, what can be done?

The old Taoist priest was very angry, shut up and stopped talking, Zijian was also happy to be idle, followed behind and watched while walking, and wrote down the road.

After walking for two quarters of an hour, a clearing appeared in front of me, and there were already people busy in the clearing, and in a corner of the clearing, the foundation of the house had been raised.

Zijian glanced over and roughly counted them, there were twenty or thirty people wearing Taoist robes in the open space, and two or three hundred workers.

It can be seen that this is a big project, Zi Jian has a vague hunch in his heart, Zi Baifeng said that no one should think of doing real estate development now, obviously, he underestimated others.

These people's posture is obviously building a house.

"Old man, are we building a house?" Zijian asked the old Taoist priest beside him.

The old Taoist snorted and ignored him, obviously still angry with him.

The young Taoist priest who was walking in front turned his head to look at him and said, "That's right, this is a house, if any of you do a good job, we can also employ ...... for a long time."

Before the young Taoist priest finished speaking, the old Taoist priest had already coughed and interrupted him, meaning to let him say less.

Long-term employment?

Zijian was stunned for a moment, long-term, how long-term? Judging from the current number of people, it takes more than ten days to start a yard, and it can't be regarded as a long-term employment in any case.

"Dagong is here, Xiaogong will follow him, and the others will follow that person......" The young Taoist priest turned his face and arranged the crowd, assigned them to a few Taoist priests, and then turned to Zijian and said, "Seiko follow me." ”

Zijian stepped forward to follow, but the old Taoist priest stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Slow, young man, there is no basis for what you say, you said that the cigarette case was made by you, but it may not be that you really made it." ”

Obviously, the old Taoist didn't like Zijian, so he began to doubt Zijian's character: "My old man wants to test your craftsmanship to see if your craftsmanship can really do Seiko, if you can't do Seiko, my old man will beat you up and drive you out." ”

Zijian was not afraid, and said with a smile: "Okay, old immortal, you have a question." ”

The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and took out a piece of paper from his arms, threw it to Zijian, and said, "This is a drawing, you follow the diagram and make a long window to come out." ”

Zijian unfolded the drawing and frowned slightly.

The long window is complex in shape, decorated with a large number of patterns, extremely complex, no wonder it needs Seiko to do, no wonder it is necessary to give a high price of ten taels of silver a day, such a long window is made, take out the 龍 to sell, but also sell dozens of taels of silver.

But this is not difficult for Zijian, he came today to inquire about the situation, so naturally he can't be driven away like this.

"Uncle Shi......" The young Taoist priest hesitated a little, opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by the old Taoist priest waving his hand.

Zijian looked at the drawings in his hand, and the old Taoist priest had already ordered someone to bring the materials, and said, "If you need someone to help, you can also say that I will allow you to take two small workers." ”

"No, I don't. "It's better not to use a small job that is not easy to use, and besides, this thing is not so troublesome that you need help.

The wood used for this long window is also a good material, and it is really a waste to use it as a long window.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, his hand was not slow, Zijian reached out and took a wooden board, weighed it with his fingers, did not use a ruler or ink line, directly took a charcoal pen, and drew lines on the board, one by one horizontal and vertical, with abnormal accuracy.

Looking at Zijian's technique, the young Taoist priest was a little surprised, he didn't expect that among the mundane, there were also craftsmen with such amazing skills.

The old Taoist priest frowned, not knowing what Lu Dao was thinking.

In the blink of an eye, Zijian had finished drawing the line, he took out the saw from the toolbox, and split the planks in three or two clicks.

Then planing, chiseling, plastering, nailing, sanding, carving, all in one go, people are overwhelmed, and their subordinates never stop.

The young monk's mouth opened wider and wider, and his eyes looked at the long window, an ordinary long window, in Zijian's hands, as if it had life, after it was done, the long window that had not yet been painted was placed on the ground, as if it was breathing, and the aura was overflowing.

Zijian also felt a little strange, these days, the things he made in his hands had a peculiar charm.

"Who the hell are you, who is your master?" the old Taoist priest suddenly reached out and grabbed Zijian's arm.

"My master, I don't have a master...... My craft has been passed down to my father, who has been dead for many years. Zijian was at a loss.