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Zhao Hanzhang: "Father, does he... know that you did this on purpose?"

"You are stupid, of course you can't let him know about it," Wang said: "Only us girls know about the secrets between girls. Don't tell Fu Dalang so stupidly."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "I will definitely not tell him."

But he still went to Fu Tinghan the next day.

Fu Tinghan handed her the drawings and said, "Based on what you wrote, you can try building a kiln."

Zhao Hanzhang: "Have you not found any craftsmen who know how to bake bricks?"

"Uncle Cheng said no."

Zhao Hanzhang felt a little regretful, put away the drawings and turned around, "Let's go and have a look."

They planned to build a kiln near the clay. Uncle Cheng selected many strong men to follow him. Zhao Hanzhang handed the drawings to Uncle Cheng and asked, "Is there anyone who can read?"

Uncle Cheng found Hu Zhi.

Zhao Hanzhang still remembers him, the refugee he took in on the road, "Can you understand the drawings?"

Hu Zhi hesitated, "Girl, although I am literate, I have never seen a brick kiln, and I don't know the blueprints, so..."

Fu Tinghan took the drawing and said, "I'll do it."

Zhao Hanzhang was happy, "Professor Lao Fu is here."

Fu Tinghan knew at a glance that she had been waiting for him to take the initiative to speak. She couldn't help but smile, with gentleness in her eyes, "I will try my best to make it for you, but the method of burning bricks is written down. You and I have no experience. People here No, so the success cannot be guaranteed. If you want to succeed as soon as possible, you still have to find a way to hire some craftsmen."

When Uncle Cheng heard this, he immediately said: "Sanniang, most craftsmen serve in the government. Apart from the government, only some people have craftsmen. It is difficult to find craftsmen outside, but if you go back to Wubao to hire people..."

Zhao Hanzhang understood that in addition to the government, there were also craftsmen in Zhao's Wubao.

Zhao Hanzhang pinched his fingers and made up his mind, "I will go back and write a letter to my fifth uncle. You think about what gifts we can send back."

Uncle Cheng: "The fifth prince loves porcelain. I remember that the girl's dowry included a set of white porcelain cups. Why not pick them out and give them to the fifth prince?"

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at him and said, "I have lost all my dowry. Do you think I can come up with a set of white porcelain now?"

"this……"

Zhao Hanzhang's eyes fell on the wheat field not far away, and he said thoughtfully, "This wheat seems to be ready for harvest."

Uncle Cheng followed her gaze and looked over, slightly stunned, "Sanniang wants to give this to you?"

Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand and said, "Have someone collect this piece of wheat. I want to send a bag of wheat to my fifth uncle and let him taste the white flour from our manor."

Uncle Cheng silently agreed.

Fu Tinghan couldn't help but ask, "Is the ceremony too thin?"

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and said: "Giving a gift is not about how thick it is, but whether it is appropriate or not."

In order to show his respect for Zhao Song and to successfully borrow craftsmen, Uncle Cheng personally went to Xiping with gifts.

Uncle Cheng presented a bag of fresh wheat grains just as Zhao Hanzhang said, "This is the first harvest of wheat in the manor. Sanniang cut it herself. The girl thinks that this first harvest of wheat should be given to the fifth master. Since returning to Runan, Sanniang and Erlang have relied on the Fifth Taiye to take care of them. Sanniang is so grateful that when she cuts the wheat, she wants to give the first cut of wheat to the Fifth Taiye."

When Zhao Song heard this, he was very happy. He hurriedly reached out to take it, grabbed a handful of wheat from the bag and took it out. He was even more happy when he saw that the grains were full. "I know her filial piety. Are they okay in Shangcai?" Did you encounter any difficulties?"

Uncle Cheng replied respectfully: "It's good. The summer harvest is about to begin. It seems that this year's harvest is not bad. Sanniang has arranged all the people she brought with her in the village."

He said: "There is a lot of land in Shangcai, so we can arrange for the newly admitted refugees to work as long-term workers. However, Sanniang is compassionate and does not want them to live in thatched houses, so she wants to build houses for them."

Uncle Cheng said with an embarrassed look on his face: "But the refugees we took in are quite strong, but they don't know how to do such craftsmanship as burning bricks and building houses."

Zhao Song heard the words and said: "Sanniang's kindness is right. In times of trouble, the people are uneasy. If they have a safe place to live, they will settle down. She has so many fields under her name, and it requires a lot of manpower to cultivate them. This is indeed a good way to win people's hearts."

He pondered for a moment and said: "It's hard to find house builders outside, but there are some in the clan. I'll have someone go find some for you later. You can take them with you first, and then bring them back after the house is built."

Uncle Cheng agreed with excitement, and poured out the flattery as if it was free of charge.

Zhao Song was happy to hear this. Hearing that what they lacked the most was craftsmen who could bake bricks, he waved his hand and said, "I remember that Lu Kun's family has the best brick-making skills. I'll let him go with you."

Uncle Cheng agreed upon hearing this and was very considerate, "Sanniang said that she could not let the craftsmen in the clan delay the summer harvest because of her. Later, she would send the long-term workers from the village to help harvest all their wheat. If there is farm work, let them do it as well."

When Zhao Song heard this, he simply gave him full authority, "In that case, I'll leave this matter to you."

It also saves him from sending people to help them with the summer harvest. Although he is in charge of Wubao and has prestige, there is a clan leader above him, and Zhao Zhongyu is the legitimate one in charge.

So in many things, he just sticks to the point and won't be too tough.

Thinking of Zhao Zhongyu, Zhao Song asked someone to bring a letter and hand it to Uncle Cheng, "If you don't come, I was about to send someone to Shangcai to find you. Someone came looking for you just two days after you left. It was sent by the clan leader." Sanniang and the others.”

Although Zhao Song had written a letter to blame Zhao Zhongyu and scolded Zhao Ji, he still defended Zhao Zhongyu in front of Uncle Cheng. He said: "The patriarch still feels sorry for Sanniang and Erlang. He knows that they I was lost. I was very anxious and heartbroken. Even though I sent guards to look for you, they just took a wrong path and passed through Yingchuan. I couldn't find you on the way. I was afraid of missing you, so I turned around and looked around again. In the end, I couldn't find you. Back to Xiping."

He said: "Let Sanniang not worry about it. It is best to write a letter to say that she is safe. After all, he is her uncle. They are the closest by blood. It is best not to become alienated because of this misunderstanding."

Uncle Cheng responded repeatedly, "Yes, I will persuade Sanniang when I get back, but Sanniang has always been filial, so she probably didn't take this matter to heart."

Zhao Song nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, that kid is very generous." Much better than her uncle.

Zhao Song cursed and let Uncle Cheng go down with a smile.

He handed the bag of wheat to his servants and said, "Take it and dry it in the sun. After drying it, shell it and have a taste of this year's wheat rice."

Servants should get off.

Zhao Ming heard about it when he came back from outside. His father lent out many craftsmen with a wave of his hand. Someone's house not far from their home was packing up and preparing to leave with Uncle Cheng.

Zhao Ming's intuition came true and he went to find his father, "Father, you have mobilized so many craftsmen, how will they arrange their summer harvest?"

"You don't have to worry about it," Zhao Song said confidently and proudly, "Sanniang said she would send long-term workers over to help them with the summer harvest, so the craftsmen don't have to worry about any household chores."

Such thoughtfulness made Zhao Ming's heart beat wildly. His niece's behavior made him panic. If she were a man, he would definitely feel that he was up to no good and would achieve a lot in the future.

But...she is a woman.

Zhao Ming endured the doubts and nodded: "Okay, as long as you are happy."

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