Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

Zhao Lang is still in a good mood after he has settled the agricultural issues and obtained Huang Daopo's weaving technique.

Huang Daopo's weaving technique, Zhao Lang has seen it in history books.

The requirements for raw materials are not high, and the technology requirements for personnel are not very high.

But it can greatly increase the speed and quantity of Ascension weaving.

It is the crystallization of ancient weaving techniques.

Coupled with the Quyuan Plow, the most basic farming and weaving in the entire world does not require much investment.

You can get a great Ascension.

This is the power of technology.

Now he needs to find a better carpenter. If he wants to mass-produce these things later, he needs more manpower.

A little irritable.

"Do you want to enter Xianyang again?"

Zhao Lang frowned and thought, now he is a little bit resistant to Xianyang City.

Anyone who goes there twice will suffer two unnamed disasters, and it will be a little uncomfortable.

"Let’s see the blacksmith’s progress first, and wait until the plowshare comes out to see the situation."

Arriving at the small yard on the edge of Zhuangzi, the blacksmith Wang Tiezhu was knocking with people clanking.

Zhao Lang saw that he was already building a ploughshare, which was quite fast.

"Patriarch, you are here."

Wang Tiezhu said with a simple smile.

"Well, come and take a look, you don't need to worry about me, keep busy with you."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said.

"Okay."

Wang Tiezhu responded, and as expected, he ignored Zhao Lang and honestly led people to build things.

Zhao Lang looked at Honestly Paying Wang Tiezhu for a while, thinking about something in his heart.

Waiting for the other side to hit the iron, I said,

"Tie Zhu, I don't think you are young anymore, and there is no one at home, so it is better for you to settle down at Zhuangzi."

"If you are happy with any girl on Zhuangzi, I will definitely fulfill you."

Wang Tiezhu smiled at this moment,

"Thank you Patriarch, everything is fine on Zhuangzi, and I am willing to stay."

"It's just that I still have an older, childless master, can I take him over?"

Speaking of this, Wang Tiezhu was a little embarrassed, as if he was taking advantage of Zhao Lang.

So added,

"Don't worry, although my Master is old and can't beat iron, I can do a good job as a carpenter."

"Surely you won't live for nothing."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang's eyes lit up, and there is a master?

it is good!

No children yet?

It's better!

Still a good carpenter?

It couldn't be better!

He was thinking about how to keep people in Zhuangzi, and he himself gave the other party's iron-making method.

It's impossible to let the other party leave like this. Fortunately, the other party is also very acquainted and stays in this yard every day, even Zhuangzi has never gone out.

"Tie Zhu, it's not that I said you, how can I leave the old man alone?"

"Hurry up and get it from Zhuangzi."

Zhao Lang didn't give the other party any opportunity to refuse, he asked for the address directly, and then sent someone to pick him up.

In this way, iron smelting, quyuan ploughs, and improved weaving techniques have all come to fruition.

Zhao Lang was in a good mood immediately.

"Tie Zhu, don't worry, your treatment is the same, and the elderly will also have it."

After Zhao Lang left, Wang Tiezhu still had that simple face, just talking to himself,

"You are very vigilant and want to take people as your hostage. Actually, you are not a good person."

But soon there was a smile again,

"It's okay if it's not a good person, it won't die so easily."

"Now it depends on how Juzi decides."

At this time, a servant came in and brought a pot of water.

"Blacksmith Dage, take a good rest."Wang Tiezhu said with a smile,

"Thanks a lot."

That night.

Zhao Lang drew the drawing of the weaving machine in Huang Daopo's weaving technique, stretched his waist, and got up to go back to the four-person dormitory.

This drawing is relatively confidential, and it is impossible for him to draw it in the four-person dormitory.

There was a knock on the door,

"The son."

It is Wangcai.

After entering the door, Wangcai said skillfully,

"Young Master, there is nothing unusual about Young Master Gao today, just taking Young Master Hai to heal his injuries."

"Fuck, they are training hard, and often look for Mr. Wang, it seems that they want to win a few days later and Gongzi Gao and the others."

Zhao Lang closed his eyes and listened, waiting for Wang Caixu to finish talking before he returned.

"Wangcai, you still have to learn the words as soon as possible. It will be much more convenient to report by letter in the future."

"The talented servants of Zhuangzi can't relax and study except watching the situation in Zhuangzi."

"In the future, I will remove the slave status for you all."

Wangcai said with a smile at this time,

"My son, we didn't die, they were so smart and motivated, and I think it's good to guard Zhuangzi."

Zhao Lang smiled.

"When you learn about the size of this world in the future, you won't think so."

"By the way, is there anything abnormal on the blacksmith's side."

Wangcai shook his head,

"No, the blacksmith stayed in the yard after he entered Zhuangzi."

"Oh, in his yard, he just doesn't know why there are always two more pigeons. He teases and relieves his boredom every day."

"Pigeon?"

Zhao Lang frowned slightly, as if thinking of something.

"That's okay. When the blacksmith's master arrives, we must be settled and we can't neglect."

"Yes, son."

Wangcai closed the door and left, leaving only Zhao Lang in the room.

Zhao Lang opened a piece of cloth with some names written on it.

This was the original young servant of Zhuangzi, and the real son of the family, Zhao Lang could decide in one word.

At the top of the list, there are two characters in block letters:

cobweb.

However, this network is still very weak today, and it can only give him information on Zhuangzi.

No words for a night.

Time passed in a hurry.

Everything is developing step by step, and the blacksmith's master also comes to Zhuangzi.

An ordinary old man, there is nothing special about it.

But the first-hand carpenter's life is very good.

He just likes to go around Zhuangzi with nothing to do, and then look at Zhao Lang with a smirk.

For a while, Zhao Lang wondered if there was anything special about him, which was easy for the old man to like.

His two teachers are like this, Tian Lao is like this, and this blacksmith master is like this.

"I'm handsome, but I still have this effect?"

Zhao Lang touched Own's face and muttered to himself.

Of course, he himself has not been idle these days, ready to practice horse riding.

Otherwise, every time I go out, I will have to ride in the ox-carriage, which is still too slow.

At this time, a place outside Zhuangzi,

"My son, you have to be careful."

Fubo said worriedly.

Riding a horse is actually a relatively dangerous thing, not to mention ordinary people, even leading generals, all have horse riding accidents.

Zhao Lang didn't get on the horse right away, but said,

"Fu Bo, what do I ask you to prepare?"

Uncle Fu immediately took out a pile of odds and ends, a lot of iron bars and pieces, and asked suspiciously.

"My son, what are these?"

Zhao Lang glanced around. They were all from Zhuangzi, and he smiled.

"It's a stirrup and a horseshoe."

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