Bringing System to Great Tang

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

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

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

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

　　 Everyone looked at him, and they were all in a good mood. They belonged to the good people of Tang Dynasty.

　　 Hardworking, simple, loyal, honest, and calm.

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

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

　　 "Omuki, my handle is not good enough. I can only show you the new tools to this extent. If you think it is good, 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 one cannot point to one end; a person has a hundred mouths and a mouth has a hundred tongues, and one cannot sing.

　　 There are no all-rounders 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 combined with clicks and clicks, and then they were dismantled.

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

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

Oh! God is afraid of his own man and Hades.

　　 The officials looked at Li Yi's operation and listened to what Li Yi said, and felt that Li Yi was cursing.

　　According to Li Yi's time, simply and concretely, he is an academician who has kept 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 ,economic……

　　 has been watching you throw new things out, what do you tell us is that there are cliffs and no boundaries to know?

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

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

　　 Use one-generation tools to process the second-generation tools. Good craftsmen use the second-generation tools, and almost use the third or fourth-generation tools. The accuracy is getting lower and lower.

　　 The good craftsman in the past has his own set of measuring tools, wooden ruler, rope ruler, 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 typos they copy, the more the accuracy of the tool changes gradually.

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

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

　　The mixed red and blue pencils made of graphite pencils, natural talcum pens, and clay dye paraffin wax are equivalent to the four treasures of the study.

　　There is also a glass level 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 whole set of tools.

　　 He mumbled: "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."

　　 Li Yi smiled, full of memories.

　　 Grandpa and the older generations do their own work, carpentry work, brick work.

　　 Bundled fences, stone walls, brick-laying houses, looking for someone to help on the beams, northern pan-fire kang, roof tiles, furniture...

　　 Like people from 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, and sent someone to drive to deliver, 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..."

　　 "No need to write, if you want to beat the old man, just come and hit, see how many blows the old man's body can take?"

　　Bi Gou is angry, where did you hear that Wanminshu can 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.

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

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

　　 "Okay!" 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 whether the 100 sets of tools would count as a tax deduction, but he was afraid that Wang Damu would go back to get Wanmin Books after hearing this.

　　 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, the prime minister can still have a good reputation?

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

　　 "Li Dongzhu, a dictionary, not a sophisticated dictionary, just the most common Changan people use."

　　 When facing Li Yi, the sergeant was unceremonious and asked for something.

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

Sergeant 　　 had a smile on his face: "Well! Brothers want to read more, learn tactics from Yulin Feiqi, UU reads www.uukanshu.com and draws a map.

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

　　 Whenever a new newspaper from Chang'an is delivered, the brothers will find a literate person to read it at night. 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 newspapers, send more, newspapers are printed on one side, and you can practice writing on the back."

　　 When Su Ting heard what the sergeant said, he felt uncomfortable. He is the master. Li's Zhuangzi is still short of the newspaper money?

　　 After a short while, a snoring sound came from the tent, breaking the harmony of the rain.

Sergeant 　　 sat there with the bowl and head little by little, but the bowl didn't fall.

　　 "The bowl is tight!" Wang Damu was a little dumbfounded, can he 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 the sergeant suddenly raised his head after a hard effort: "Is 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, snored and pulled it into his mouth, then raised his head and drank the soup.

　　 The eyes of the people in the tent widened, and Li Longji lifted his sleeves and wiped his mouth: "Go to sleep, come, carry it, cover it well, don't let it rain."