Martial Sage

Tang Hao felt that these ordinary people were very polite, and that they were always grateful.

Waved his hand to get them up, Tang Hao said loudly.

"The ugly words are in the front, and I, Tang, is not the one who robbed the poor and helped the rich."

"Our Qiaoyige and Nuandongfang all need you to do it yourself, and collect the surplus money individually."

After the explanation, Tang Hao waved his hand and summoned Wu Tong who was standing aside.

"Go take out the cotton-padded clothes and show them what the finished product looks like."

After that, he led a group of dressmakers towards the big wing to the east.

The entire courtyard of the workshop is an old courtyard house of a landlord. It is not so quiet and pleasant, but it is also spacious and bright.

This side is more sunny. In winter, the sun can shine down along the window lattice, which is suitable for the delicate work of threading and sewing.

There are some scissors and needles on the spacious square table, plus a seat with a backrest, and a crossbar full of clothes hangers, which is a working area.

A dozen work areas are shielded from each other by a half-person-height screen, forming a private area.

Touching the brand-new desk, a woman dressmaker had tears in her eyes.

"Master Hou is really generous! Our previous shop was only a few feet square, piled a few pieces of clothing, and was cautious."

"Now it's good, it's spacious and bright, and it won't affect work in the slightest."

A woman beside her, grinning, chuckled, and looked at the household items in the box.

"Yeah! Needle and thread, measuring rule, scissors and thimble, there are a lot of them."

"Master Hou is really a careful person!"

Everyone, you say a word to me, stroking constantly on the desk seats, obviously very satisfied with this new environment.

Tang Hao stood at the forefront of the house, smiling.

"You will be making clothes here from now on."

"Our clothes are special, the whole Changan now only has this one."

"There is a saying, muffled to make a fortune, if you want to make more money, do it quickly, and you need to work later, like a few paraffin wax in the workshop."

While speaking, the door was pushed open, Wu Tong stood in front of the room, wearing a cotton-padded jacket, and showing it to the dressmakers.

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, Tang Hao called the dressmaker transferred from Huangzhuang to tell everyone about the process of this dress.

The dressmaker who was transferred is regarded as the manager of this Qiaoyi Pavilion, and is mainly responsible for all the work of this garment workshop.

Seeing the artisans listen to the explanations attentively, Tang Hao took Wu Tong quietly to settle the blacksmiths.

The blacksmith’s workshop is placed on the westernmost side. The long wing room is hidden by a row of tall trees. It feels a bit of coolness. Although the light is almost a bit, but after all, the iron and iron are all hard work. It is ventilated and shady. the best choice.

The situation here is different from the clothesmaker's side.

Those who strike iron, those who burn furnaces, those who trim corners, and those who mirror drawings all need close cooperation.

Most of the blacksmiths work as a family, and each perform their duties, saving Tang Hao the troubles of joining the people.

Old man Zhang has beaten iron for most of his life. He just didn't understand the blueprints just now, especially when he saw something like a grinding disc in the new workshop, he couldn't help but ask aloud.

"Master Hou, we are not grinding noodles when we strike iron. Why do we want something like this?"

"It's enough to have such a stove, a wooden pier table, and a stone trough for a mouthful of water."

Tang Hao did not summon an explanation, and gave command to the four members of the family.

"Pour the hot molten iron into the bucket, push the reel, and press out some iron sheets."

Pointing at the coal stove he brought up, Tang Hao explained.

"Not all of this coal stove is made of iron blocks. The middle ring of the furnace core is made of pig iron, and it is pasted with yellow mud to keep it warm. The outermost side is a sheet of iron."

It was the first time that Old Man Zhang heard that this iron sheet could be rolled out like a noodle, and when he was curious, he did an experiment.

The father and son pushed the reel together, and the molten iron was really made into red iron sheets.

Picking up the furnace core shipped from the Ministry of Industry, wrapped it in thick yellow mud, rolled the iron sheet, and nailed the upper and lower cover edges. It didn't take much effort.

From the beginning to the end, for almost three hours, a brand-new stove appeared before my eyes.

Tang Hao mentioned the newly built stove and gave a thumbs up.

"Lao Zhang is really clever and ingenious, and the appearance is better than what we had previously ordered in the Ministry of Engineering."

"These stoves are paid according to the number of pieces. One hundred liters per piece, the more you work, the more you get."

"If only the quantity is rushed and the quality is ignored, it must be returned to the furnace for re-engineering. If it cannot be returned to the furnace, compensation will be made at the original price!"

One hundred text!

This price is undoubtedly a sky-high wage for farmers.

Think about how I tried to hit some kitchen knives and shovel for a month, and only sold for a month, only more than 300 words.

With these three stoves, one day's wages can cover a normal month!

Old man Zhang was even more tearful, pulling Tang Hao's arm, telling Tang Hao's kindness.

Hearing the voices of these people at the bottom, Tang Hao felt rather sad.

Whether it is the Great Tang in this different time and space, or the people working hard for Life from 9 to 5 in the later generations, who is not for this broken silver?

Life is not easy, only grind your teeth and hold your chest.

With a polite deal, Tang Hao waved.

"It's not too late, let's start work!"

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