Bring The System To Datang

The sound of rain did not stop, and the wind gradually became weaker.

There were a bunch of things next to Wang Damu, for his daughter-in-law and for his two children.

He also has a set of woodworking tools, mason tools, and farm tools.

He ate the noodles slowly, glanced at the presents from time to time, and chuckled honestly.

When everyone looked at him, they were all in a good mood. They belonged to a good citizen of Datang.

Hardworking, simple, loyal, honest, and calm.

Li Yi took a new-style woodworking tool to explain its use, and there was wood next to it, and he personally operated it.

A set of carpentry work was done in a decent way by him.

"Omu, my handles are not good enough. I can only show you the new tools to this level. If you are optimistic, go back and figure it out for yourself.

I have a specialization in the art industry. I am not a carpenter, and I have learned too little.

A person has a hundred hands, and a hand has a hundred fingers, and cannot point to one end; a person has a hundred mouths and a mouth has a hundred tongues, and one cannot call one.

There is no all-rounder in the world, just enough. Life has a limit but knowledge not. With the boundless, the boundless, it's almost done! "

Li Yi used tools to make a set of Luban locks, which were assembled by clicking and knocking them apart.

This is his carpentry work, the tenon-and-mortise structure has not used any ruler, all depends on the eyes and the hand.

Princess Yongmu took Xiaolan's hand and looked happy, thanking God for choosing such a man for herself.

Oh! God is afraid of own men, and King Yama or something.

Qunchen looked at Li Yi's operation and listened to Li Yi's words, and felt that Li Yi was cursing others.

According to Li Yi's time, simply and concretely, he is an academician who has maintained the national record of 110-meter hurdles for many years.

Look at Li Yi, administration, political struggle, military training, ordnance design and manufacturing, strategic deployment, tactical arrangements, agriculture, fishery, animal husbandry, water conservancy, land transportation, water transportation, foreign trade, culture, art, medical care, education, chemical engineering ,economy……

I've been watching you throw new things out. What you tell us is that there is a cliff to learn, and there is no limit to knowing?

Li Yi knew that his carpenter's life was indeed inferior to that of the Tang carpenter, so he randomly brought out a carpenter and promised to be better than him.

His greatest contribution to the Datang craftsman industry is to provide many standard tools, using the most accurate wooden bed to produce a generation of tools.

Another generation of tools is used to process the second generation of tools. Good craftsmen use the second generation of tools, and almost use the third or fourth generation, and the accuracy is getting lower and lower.

Good craftsmen in the past have a set of own measuring tools, wooden rulers, rope rulers, and rules.

Build a wooden building and look for them all.

It is difficult for an average carpenter to get a standard tool. Just like a literati copying a book, the more typo is copied, the accuracy of the tool gradually changes.

Through the Trade Union, Li Yi put the first-generation tools as benchmarks, and compared them with the second-generation tools. It was almost enough.

The craftsmen of the Trade Union are proud to be equipped with a complete set of measuring tool standards.

A mixed red and blue pencil made of graphite pencils, natural talcum pens, and clay dye paraffin wax is equivalent to the Four Treasures of the Study.

There is also a glass level ruler that is more convenient to carry, otherwise you need to use the driftwood method and the hanging rope method.

With the hanging cone and ink fountain, everything is almost done.

Wang Damu ate the noodles in several bites, rubbed his hands vigorously on his clothes, and carefully stroked the entire set of tools.

He muttered: "This is all right, this time is all right. You don't need to spend money to find someone to do the work at home. If you don't know how to learn, just work hard."

A smile appeared at the corner of Li Yi's mouth, full of memories.

Grandpa and people of even more distant generations do their own work, carpentry work, brick work.

Bundling fences, building stone walls, building brick houses, finding someone to help install beams, northern pan-fire kang, roof tiles, furniture...

Like people in countries with high labor costs, they have to be able to work and cannot afford to hire people.

Looking at Wang Damu's appearance now, it is estimated that he intends to pass on the tools to his family.

"Wrapped with thatch cloth when leaving, sent someone to drive it, there are too many things." Li Yi said softly, seeing Wang Damu looking at a loss.

"Li Dongzhu, I don't know how to thank you, I, I will ask someone to write Wanmin together..."

"You don't need to write. If you want to beat the old man, just come and hit, and see how many blows the old man's body can take?"

Bi Gou was angry. Where did you hear that Wanminshu could beat Jaifu?

You are not farming! Are you thinking about hitting me all day?

Who preached it? Jaefu bullies Dongzhu Li, Dongzhu Li needs Wanminshu to resist?

"No, no, I, you, Dongzhu Li, and a bowl of noodles, 80 noodles."

Wang Damu was startled and quickly changed the subject.

"Hahaha~~~" Li Longji laughed, and the others couldn't help laughing.

"Hehehe!" Wang Damu lowered his head and rubbed his left knee.

"Lord Li, we need a hundred sets at the border." The soldier who reported the letter asked for it.

"Good!" Li Yi agreed without asking.

There are craftsmen in the army. The tools of the craftsmen are not good enough, and the good tools sent are not enough.

Bi Gou opened his mouth and held back. He wanted to ask Li Yi if it counted as a tax deduction, but he was afraid that Wang Damu would go back to get Wanminshu after hearing it.

I don’t know when, the Wanmin book, which was clearly used to praise officials, turned into a tool to help Li Dong be the prime minister.

If things go on like this, can the prime minister have a good reputation?

The magistrate returned to Chang'an to report on his duties, but would he still dare to ask for the Wanmin Book? Are you dissatisfied with the prime minister?

"Dongzhu Li, a dictionary, don't use sophisticated dictionaries, just the ones most commonly used by the people of Chang'an."

When facing Li Yi, the sergeant was not polite and asked for something.

"Okay, there are pencils and paper." Li Yi still agreed happily.

There was a smile on the sergeant's face: "Well! Brothers want to read more, learn tactics from Yulin Feiqi, and draw maps.

In case the patrolling brothers find something useful, they can't write or draw, for fear of delaying the fighter.

Whenever a new newspaper from Chang'an is delivered, the brothers will find a literate person to read it in the evening. After listening, they don't feel that Chang'an is far away. "

Li Yi was silent, scooped half a bowl of soup for himself, and sipped it.

"Send, send the newspaper, send more, the newspaper is printed on one side, and you can practice writing on the back."

Su Ting felt uncomfortable when he heard what the sergeant said. He is in charge. Li's Zhuangzi is still short of the newspaper money?

Not long after, there was a grunt from the tent, breaking the harmony of the rain.

The sergeant sat there with the bowl and his head bit by bit, but the bowl didn't fall.

"The bowl is tight!" Wang Damu was a little dumbfounded, he could still grasp things while sleeping?

"Catch it as a weapon, just get used to it." Li Yi put down the bowl and walked over to receive the sergeant's bowl.

He folded his hands on the upper edge of the bowl, and as soon as he tried hard, the sergeant suddenly raised his head: "Are you at the next station? Li Dongzhu? I went to the place and slept."

"You rest first." Li Yi brought the bowl over.

"I haven't finished eating, there are a few mouthfuls left, it's a pity to throw it away." Sergeant Qiang was tired.

"Give it to me." Li Longji came over, took the bowl, took the sergeant's chopsticks and rubbed it on his sleeve twice, picked up the bowl, snorted and pulled it into his mouth, then raised his head and drank the soup.

The people in the tent opened their eyes wide, and Li Longji lifted his sleeves and wiped his mouth: "Go to sleep, come here, carry it, and cover it well. Don't let it rain."

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