"It's Yangdanzi his father again", Xiaobei and the others looked at each other and nodded their heads tacitly. When they glanced at the uncle's uncle, they were ill-informed. The reason for coming here was that Yangdanzi's father's credit was suppressed.
Gong Shuhe also found that things were getting more and more difficult to control. He stretched his hands into his arms, twisted a few banknotes inside, slowly took them out, handed them to Beckham, and said with a flattering smile: "According to the rules, I have to The benefits must be separated, and those who see it have a share."
Beckham really didn't refuse. He received it and counted carefully one by one, saying something in his mouth: "One hundred words, two hundred words, three hundred words..."
"Yes, it's Guan." Gong Shuhe corrected in a low voice.
"Oh, Guan, a total of six hundred Guans, Nine-rank Cao Cao, how much is the salary per year?" Xiaobei looked at Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."
"Why don't you usually remember?"
"There are so many things in the world, do I remember to come over."
"Find someone to ask later."
"Xiaguan knows that according to different types of service and different military regions, salaries and salaries have their own springs and autumns. They used to provide food for the land, but now they are directly converted into money. The officials have about five points and four hundred and forty-one articles each month." Gong Shuhe took the initiative. Reimbursement.
Xiaobei took the money and slapped it twice on his leg: "Yeah! There is still a fraction, ten years of salary, you just take it out, and you really have money. What crime is it to be greedy for Mexican military consumption?"
"You have to decapitate anyway, or you just hit the whip first, whipped to death, and then exiled." The little boy didn't understand, but it didn't affect his venting.
"The next official was Zeng greedy for ink. The next official knows that money in the army is important and important. Money, food, and weapons are nothing trivial. A word is greedy for ink to cut off the soul of the hero. Charges are not afraid of blood staining the ground, holding the remnant soldiers with tears in their hands. Soldiers bleed and shed tears with bad weapons.
Gong Shuhe quickly explained that this crime cannot be borne, and it is no better than the local logistics officials. The local greedy spots are at most difficult for the people, greedy for military logistics money, and a hundred heads are not enough to cut.
"This is how the money for the lower officials comes from..."
Before he could finish talking, Beckham walked forward and picked up the money. He took the wet towel handed over by the person next to him and wiped his hands, wandering to the outside of the warehouse where all kinds of movement were heard.
Someone stepped forward and opened the two-meter-wide doors opening and closing the left and right sides of the warehouse, revealing the scene inside.
Unlike the situation imagined by Xiaobei and others, it is not that the workers are working without any protection in the miasma.
The various instruments inside are spaced apart and arranged neatly according to different areas. The workers wear thin leather gloves on their hands, a protective mask arched out in front of their mouths, all bald heads, and they don’t know what skin they wear on their feet. Looking at the ground again, his boots were artificially cut into small grids. There was running water in the one-inch-wide gap in the middle of the grids, and the powder falling from work was immediately washed away by the water.
"Stop it." The decibels that Beckham yelled were very high, and the penetrating power was strong enough to be audible in the sound of the grinding wheel and the gas cutting machine.
A voice worked, and the people in the storeroom stopped their hands almost at the same time and turned their heads to look over.
"I'm the Datang inspector, Zhang Xiaobei, ask something, who is his father?" Xiaobei reported to the door of the house, and then pointed to the sheep egg and asked.
The eyes of the people in the warehouse were focused on one person at the same time. This person was standing next to an anvil, holding a piece of paper in one hand and a triangular ruler in the other. He did not look at himself with everyone’s eyes, but at Xiaobei. A piece of pencil can be clearly seen between the bald head and ears.
"Ha! I guess, it's you, is there anything wrong?" Xiaobei looked at this person confidently and said with a smile.
The person targeted took off the string of the mask on one ear, hesitated for a while and replied: "Awesome, you will get a hit with a guess."
"Well!" Beckham guessed it, happily waved his fist, and asked: "Your surname, isn't your surname a sheep?"
This person nodded with a very rich expression, before waiting for Beckham to continue to say, he said: "The name is a fly, and the words are clouded."
Xiaobei was surprised, but he still had the words. I thought he was a little bit knowledgeable. He walked to the house with his hands on his back and looked at the paper he was holding. There is a picture on it. Xiaobei knows it. As for what picture it is, he coughed and turned back: "Sister, come over and help look at the picture."
Xiaozhu leaned forward and recognized what it was at a glance: "The three-dimensional perspective view of the lathe looks very complicated."
"Where did it come from?" Xiaobei found the key point, how can there be drawings of a lathe in the place.
Yang Yunteng didn't answer, but smiled restrainedly. While holding the triangle ruler, he touched the pencil held by his ear.
Xiaobei and Xiaozhu understand. They drew them themselves, but they are absolutely different from the sketches Xiaozhu usually draws with gouache.
Feeling the heavy pressure from the technique, Beckham took a deep breath and asked: "What do you mean? What did you paint it for? Where did you hide the real thing?"
Yang Yunteng turned around and came to the middle left of the warehouse. There were many handicrafts made of wood, including gears, shafts, and connecting rods. He said to the children who followed: "This is the real thing. , I need to make a few precise parts. I don’t have the tools at hand. I want to make the tools first. The grinder and cutting machine in the warehouse are given by the court. I use them to make the required parts into wood. If a small part of the combination succeeded, I turned it into cast iron, made a simple machine tool, and then used it to process better tools to make more precise machine tools, and so on."
"Why don't you make a big one and turn it into cast iron parts after experimenting." Beckham asked like a child who loves to learn.
"Because there are more wood assembly steps, the parts bear more strength, and they will break before they turn." Yang Yunteng explained.
"Okay, come with us, we have something to ask you, uncle he is not allowed to follow you." Beckham reached out and touched the polished wooden parts, unable to conceal the excitement on his face and said to Yang Yunteng .
"When the inspector asks you, you have to answer truthfully and not make up." Uncle Heyi stared at Yang Yunteng with a serious face.
As soon as the voice fell, I felt my chest feel tight, and I flew back and smashed into a pile of wooden blocks, not knowing where the pain was the most.
"Good kick, let him talk more." Beckham took a very satisfied look at Zhang Hu who kicked the person away.
Yang Yunteng walked with the crowd, paused when he left the house, and said, "After finishing today's work, I invite you to drink tonight."
"Father, there is still money at home to invite someone to drink?" Yang Danzi asked, raising his head.
"There will be soon." Yang Fei said.
"Where did it come from?" Yang Danzi continued to ask.
"Study into civil and martial arts, the goods and the emperor's family." Yang Fei looked at the nine Xiaobei.
Xiao Hai looked sideways and muttered softly, "Very confident."
Said to let Yang Fei follow, but at the end he was looking for a conversation place, and entered a four-room warehouse. The last one was actually a study room with paintings on the walls and scrolls, and I could smell a faint ink. Scent, not the smelly one.
The nine children were surprised. They were not surprised by the layout of the study. They were surprised how this study could belong to a craftsman who had no grades in the logistics of the local army.
"You, do you occupy a room alone, so you have to have a 60-square-meter room as a study?" Why?" When Xiaobei started, his heart was biased toward Yangdanzi's father, thinking that he had the ability to be suppressed, and he was aggrieved by his life. I have to ask a fair question.
After speaking, Xiaobei turned to leave. At this moment, Yang Yunteng finally felt scared. He really let the children leave. If they don't listen to the explanation, they should just start.
Then he hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, I have reason."
Beckham stopped very face-to-face, raised his hand to touch the door frame, and then approached and smelled: "What? It smells like gasoline. Explain. Explain the smell first."
"The anti-corrosion paint I prepared by myself contains gasoline. I evaporate and cool the gasoline by myself. I have a junior in the Ministry of Engineering. When it comes to handicrafts, he can't compare to three of them. Later, my craftsmanship could no longer be improved, so I decided to change my career, study literature, and also took a test for Juren status.
Later, I found that being an official is more tiring than being a craftsman. When a craftsman makes something good, it is good, and if it is not good, it is not good. Being an official is different. It is difficult to tell the good and the bad. Just like the uncle, others think he is a bad official. , I think he is a good official. "
When Yang Yunteng took a thermos from the side and poured water to everyone, he said that he actually had a porcelain thermos, and he didn't know who made it for him.