Wei and Jin cooks

"What are you thinking about? My cousin is a blacksmith. How can he change his status to a good one? However, he did not let his son learn blacksmithing. Recently, he is spending money to cultivate connections and wants to transfer his son to a good status."

"This is too short-sighted. If it doesn't work out, and his son doesn't know how to blacksmith, wouldn't it be fatal?"

"Yamen recruitment, if you fail to complete the task, you will be beheaded."

"Yes, your cousin is too naughty. How can we cut off the family tradition of craftsmanship?"

Ding Porcelain Worker: "I have also tried to persuade you, but blacksmiths are different from us porcelain workers. They are often drafted into the army. We used to have so many blacksmiths in Xiping County, but now only my cousin is dead."

"If you can't transfer your nationality, you will die sooner or later. In the words of my cousin, if you die early or later, you will die. It's better to let my nephew live a more comfortable life without having to learn blacksmithing."

It's true when everyone thinks about it.

Zhao Hanzhang stood at the window and watched them leave, and naturally listened to their words.

Fu Tinghan: "With this reward, there should be many people in the manor who want to learn craftsmanship, right?"

Ji Yuan couldn't understand, "Sanniang, you are so lax. If these craftsmen escape, we will suffer heavy losses."

The craftsman was a craftsman. Although he signed a living contract, if he ran away, Zhao Hanzhang could only chase him away, and if he caught him, he would only ask for some compensation.

Unlike a slave, life and death are in your hands.

Therefore, all the nobles in the world want to turn craftsmen into slaves, and few of them turn slaves into craftsmen.

Zhao Hanzhang said: "We have the prescription in our hands, and the material ration has never been in their hands. Even if they have skills, it is useless to run out without the prescription."

"There are really people who have the ability to get both craftsmen and prescriptions from me. Then I can find a way to prevent them from catching up with us." Zhao Hanzhang turned his head and looked at Fu Tinghan, "What do Professor Fu think?"

Fu Tinghan nodded, "Yes."

Except for the first square of glass, none of the recipes he mixed later were made public. Apart from him, only Uncle Cheng knew about it.

Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang are not stupid, and the core technology must be in their own hands.

Zhao Hanzhang said to Uncle Cheng who came in: "Select some smart and sensible young people from the manor and send them to the workshop for them to teach."

Uncle Cheng: "The tenants here in Shangcai are still one level behind. Do you think we should go back to Xiping to choose some people?"

There are slaves and poor clan members in the Zhao family. Even the tenants over there are more loyal than the people in the manor here.

Zhao Hanzhang thought for a while and then said: "No hurry, let's choose someone from here first."

Uncle Cheng understood and agreed.

Fu Tinghan asked: "Who will be in charge of Fang Zi from now on?"

He couldn't always prepare materials for them. Once he had the recipe, he would naturally leave it to others to take care of it. Fu Tinghan was not interested in this kind of repetitive and unskilled work.

Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand and said: "Leave it to Zhao Cai."

When Uncle Cheng heard this, he hurriedly declined and said: "Girl, Zhao Cai is young. I'm afraid he won't be able to take on this important responsibility. It's better to let him stay with Erlang."

"He's not young anymore. I think he did a good job when he was in Luoyang before," Zhao Hanzhang said: "Let's pick someone else around Erlang, someone strong and energetic. Zhao Cai should come over and be my steward." ."

Zhao Hanzhang said with a sympathetic face: "I feel very sad when I see Zhao Cai limping behind Erlang every day when I come back."

Cheng Bo suddenly couldn't say anything against it. He could only secretly hate Zhao Cai for failing to live up to his expectations. It was just a matter of learning kung fu. It was just like being beaten. Is it so difficult?

Erlang was a few years younger than him, so he never complained about being tired or suffering.

While he was talking, Zhao Erlang came back sweating profusely.

He happily ran into the yard and shouted loudly before he entered the door, "Sister, Sister, I kicked Uncle Qianli off his horse today——"

Zhao Cai lowered his head and struggled to lift his legs to follow.

As soon as Zhao Erlang entered the room, he rushed to Zhao Hanzhang, thrust his stinking head in front of Zhao Hanzhang to let her wipe her sweat, and then raised his face to wait for praise.

Zhao Hanzhang asked: "Uncle Qianli was not injured, was he?"

"He said no, but I thought his butt must be hurting, hahahaha..."

Zhao Hanzhang knew that the problem was not big, so he praised: "Well done, you have improved your martial arts. I will incorporate you into the team tomorrow and give you a special skill?"

Zhao Erlang's eyes brightened, "Are you an official?"

"That's right," Zhao Hanzhang said: "When you become a commander, you will have nine soldiers under you. You have to be responsible for training them. You patrol and practice martial arts on weekdays. You must not only make them listen to your words, but also protect them. You know ?"

Zhao Erlang thought for a moment and then nodded, "I know, just like Ji Ping."

"Now that Ji Ping is the team leader, you are doing what Ji Ping did before, and you are going to the top," Zhao Hanzhang thought for a while and said, "That's Ji Ping. When you were in the army, you had to listen. Ji Ping’s.”

Zhao Erlang: "Didn't Ji Ping listen to me?"

"No," Zhao Hanzhang said: "The leader of the team, Bish, grew up. When he left the army, you were the leader and Ji Ping was his subordinate, so he listened to you. But in the army, you were the subordinate and he was the superior, so you You have to listen to him, military orders are like mountains and cannot be destroyed, do you understand?"

Zhao Erlang nodded ignorantly.

Zhao Hanzhang then looked at Zhao Cai behind him and said, "Zhao Cai, you don't have to follow Erlang tomorrow and go to the workshop to work as a steward."

Zhao Cai, who was completely loveless, raised his head blankly when he heard this. After being glared at by his father, he realized what he was doing. He quickly knelt down to thank him and said yes.

Zhao Erlang was still very reluctant to let go of Zhao Cai, and said: "Then I will have no playmates."

"I'll choose another one for you," Zhao Hanzhang squeezed the muscles on his arm and said, "I'll choose one that's the same size for you, as lively and cute as you."

Ji Yuan and Cheng Bo both looked up at Zhao Hanzhang and asked with their eyes, are you serious?

Fu Tinghan nodded secretly. Originally, they wanted someone smart and clever to follow Zhao Erlang, who could not only give him guidance but also take care of him.

But now it seems that he should still play with boys who are similar to him at this stage.

With Zhao Cai in the workshop, Fu Tinghan felt much more relaxed and free. He handed over all the recipes to him and concentrated on studying steelmaking.

This made Zhao Cai both excited and a little frightened. He said to his father in private, "Dad, the girl and Mr. Fu Dalang trust me too much. My son will have to die to repay the favor."

Uncle Cheng rolled his eyes and said, "Whoever asked you to die, just take good care of the recipe and don't let anyone steal it or figure it out."

"I know, I just feel a little flustered when the girl entrusts me with such an important thing."

"Then you should do more things. The more you do, the less panic you will have." Uncle Cheng thought for a while and said, "Isn't the girl going to the county town tomorrow? You can accompany her. There are some things that are difficult for her to say. Just rush ahead and be smarter."

Zhao Cai responded loudly.

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