Wei and Jin cooks

Zhao Song was very generous. The craftsmen he lent to them included not only brick-burners and wall-builders, but also carpenters.

This carpenter is not easy to come by. Even Uncle Cheng was very happy and lowered his voice and said, "It would be great if we could keep them."

Zhao Hanzhang did not want to compete with Zhao Song at this time. She said: "Arrange them first and pick some smart people from the manor to help."

You can't rob people, but you can learn their skills. For things like crafts, your own people are naturally the best.

Zhao Hanzhang said: "First feel their temper. If possible, pay them to bring a few apprentices. Don't be stingy with money."

"Craftsmanship is the basis of craftsmen's survival, but I'm afraid they won't teach it."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "It must be because there is not enough money. As long as the money is enough, there will always be someone willing to teach."

"I'm afraid I won't give it all."

"I don't expect them to teach them everything. As long as they teach the basics, it's up to the master to lead them to practice. There are always talented people in this world. If they are willing to study hard, they may not be able to outperform others in the future." Zhao Hanzhang responded to this question. Very confident.

When New China was first founded, wasn’t it also very difficult?

A lot of things are just basic, aren’t we catching up bit by bit?

"Yes," Uncle Cheng then handed Zhao Zhongyu's letter to Zhao Hanzhang, "This is from the fifth prince. He asked Sanniang not to mind the prince's affairs. The two families are blood relatives. Except for Erlang, the second prince and The prince is the closest to you."

Zhao Hanzhang took it and opened the letter and read it, "Since the fifth uncle said so, I think he will also change his title in the future. The eldest uncle has already inherited the title and is no longer the prince."

In Uncle Cheng's heart, he will always be Zhao Changyu. Hearing this, he couldn't help but remain silent, pursed his lips, and bowed his head after a while before saying, "Yes, then do you want to send a letter to the second grandpa and... the new uncle?" ?”

Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "I'll write it when I get back later. Now that the inn is cut off, I'm afraid I won't be able to send the letter, and we don't have enough manpower. After writing the letter, I'd better send it back to Xiping and ask my fifth uncle to help send it."

"yes."

"Select a group of long-term workers in the manor and ask them to take grain to Xiping to harvest for the craftsmen in the summer." Zhao Hanzhang paused and said: "Tell them that if they are done, everyone will be rewarded when they come back. If they do No, they don’t have to come back.”

Cheng Bo was stunned, "I will definitely keep a close eye on them and let them get along well with the clan."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded with satisfaction.

Uncle Cheng smiled and asked, "Sanniang, how is the construction of Mr. Fu Dalang's brick kiln going?"

"It's been built. We can send bricks in tomorrow and try to burn them."

What Zhao Hanzhang gave was the brick kiln construction method written in "Tiangong Kaiwu". It was slightly different from the current brick-burning method, but it was basically the same. The brick-burning craftsman who followed looked at the kiln pond, hesitated and asked : "How many bricks can be burned in one kiln and how long does it take to bake them like this?"

Fu Tinghan said: "One kiln has three thousand bricks, one day and night."

Lu Kun muttered: "It is bigger than the current kiln. We can only burn a thousand bricks in one kiln now. Dalangjun, can this kiln really burn three thousand bricks?"

Fu Tinghan: ...How does he know if he can?

He calculated it based on Zhao Hanzhangmo's writings, which clearly stated that one kiln can burn three thousand bricks.

Fu Tinghan thought about it, but he still couldn't fool people as shamelessly as Zhao Hanzhang. He said cautiously: "Let's try firing a kiln first. If there are any defects, we will improve it."

You will know if it is possible or not after burning it.

They have the adobe ready.

The mud next to it was soaked with water. People and cows stepped on it and put the trampled mud into the mold. Now a lot of mud can be thrown out.

They were all stepped on and dropped in the past two days.

Lu Kun touched the clay and found that there was no problem, so he agreed to put the clay into the brick kiln.

When Zhao Hanzhang arrived, they had already packed more than two thousand people. She glanced around and asked doubtfully: "Where is Mr. Fu Dalang?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fu Tinghan walking out of the kiln with his head bowed. He looked up and saw Zhao Hanzhang and smiled at her, "You're here."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at his face and burst into laughter.

Fu Tinghan subconsciously touched his face and asked, "Is it dirty?"

His hands were already stained with mud, but now they were even dirtier. Zhao Hanzhang couldn't stop laughing and stepped forward to help him wipe the mud off his cheeks, "This is here. I don't think I can wipe it clean with my hands. You have to wash your face." ."

The two of them were so close that Fu Tinghan could look into her eyes as soon as he lowered his head.

Zhao Hanzhang paused, retracted his hand, took a step back, and smiled at him, "How sure are Professor Fu?"

Fu Tinghan, "I have no experience, it's all just talk on paper, so I'll give it 50%."

But he is confident that after one try, he can improve whether he succeeds or not.

The two looked at each other silently, not knowing what to talk about for a while, and they both fell silent.

Uncle Cheng on the side felt that the atmosphere between them was a bit strange, so he smiled and brought up the topic, "I have always heard Sanniang calling Mr. Fu Dalang professor, but when I was young, I remembered that it was Sanniang who taught Mr. Fu Dalang something when I was in Luoyang. "

Fu Tinghan looked at Zhao Hanzhang and said, "That's why I call the girl Teacher Zhao."

Uncle Cheng was startled and said hurriedly: "How can this be allowed? It is inconsistent with etiquette."

If word gets out, what should I do if people say I am a teacher and a student?

Zhao Hanzhang said: "We learn from each other."

Uncle Cheng thought for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right. It's normal for a husband to teach his wife and for a wife to support her husband."

As soon as he made peace with Li, Uncle Cheng relaxed.

However, Zhao Hanzhang called him a warning, "Uncle Cheng..."

Uncle Cheng smiled and said, "I know Sanniang is shy."

He glanced at Fu Tinghan, laughed and said, "Sanniang, let's talk to Mr. Fu Dalang. I'll go see them."

As soon as Uncle Cheng left, the two fell silent again, looking at each other and looking at each other.

Zhao Hanzhang coughed slightly and turned away, looking for a topic, "I heard from Erlang that you have been taking him to play games these past two days?"

Fu Tinghan said "hmm" and said, "I want to confirm his intelligence in other aspects."

He said: "I tried it. In fact, his memory is not bad. He can remember the usual instructions twice and can carry them out. If it is a little more complicated, he can also understand it, as long as he is not forced to combine the words. Just get to know each other.”

"He can't read. I suspect he has dyslexia. If you ask him to read, it will not only be difficult for him to remember the words, but his mood will be affected and he will become irritable, which in turn will affect his memory."

Zhao Hanzhang thought thoughtfully, "In other words, reading will not only fail to enlighten his mind, but will also affect his memory?"

Fu Tinghan nodded, "Knowledge is not only transmitted through words. You may try to teach him knowledge through spoken language."

Zhao Hanzhang made plans in his mind. I wonder if Mr. Ji is willing to take over this important task?

"He has good kung fu," Fu Tinghan suddenly said, "he is also very strong. I asked him what he likes best, and he said he likes riding and hunting the most. Maybe you can cultivate his specialty."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him and laughed, "I heard that Professor Fu and Erlang were competing in martial arts in the past two days, and they seemed to have fallen several times."

Her eyes fell on his waist

See you tomorrow