Wu Zheng was taken aback and looked back. Yang Xiaoer carried a basket of coal on his back and didn't know when he had already stood behind him.
Looking at the stick in his hand, if he didn't agree with him, he would definitely touch the back of his head.
Now I heard his laozi's angry shout, so scared that he quickly lost the stick, and then he knelt on the ground with a chirp, before he could say something like seeing the young master, and finally knocked his head on his back. The basket of coal buried his head in the coal pile.
The name Yang Xiaoer does not mean that he is the second child at home, but that his father is called Yang Er, so half of the people in the stockade are out of habit and half go out to tease him and call him Yang Xiaoer. Yang Er does not want to attract people. Note that after all, an ordinary craftsman can't have a serious name, so he always acquiesced to his son's name.
Yang Xiaoer is almost 30 this year and he is older than Wu Zheng. It is reasonable to say that Wu Zheng should call him brother, but now! Wu Zheng can call him whatever he wants, even if he is called a cat or a dog. It is natural and righteous for the master to give him a name. If Wu Zheng is willing to change his surname, he has no place to reason.
But Wu Zheng feels that this kind of thing is a bit wicked and forget it.
But seeing Yang Xiaoer's tendon meat that he had trained with his father by ironing, his arm was almost catching up with his thigh. With such strength, the stick was really pulled down just now, and he was still alive
So Yang Xiaoer became Xiao Yang in Wu Zheng's mouth, and Yang Er became Lao Yang.
After Wu Zheng picked him up from the coal pile, he asked, "Little Yang! How are you learning this method of filling steel?"
Yang Xiaoer shook his head when he heard it. Wu Zheng said in surprise: "How come you haven't learned such a simple thing?"
This is Yang Er hurriedly said: "In response to the young master, although the old slave covets this secret technique, but such a secret technique must belong to the young master. Before the young master gave this secret technique to the old slave, how dare the old slave? Show it to people."
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "What if I didn't give it back then?"
Yang Er secretly said: "If the young master doesn't give it, then the old slave can only take it into the coffin."
Wu Zheng smiled slightly, and didn't know if what he said was true or false, so just treat it as true! At least this way, I will feel better because of having a loyal servant.
Now that the tree is done, Wu Zheng simply and generously said: "It doesn't matter, you can teach Xiao Yang the steel filling method now! This way the progress of two people working together is faster than that of one person."
"Thank you, Master."
"Thank you. From now on, this will belong to your Lao Yang family. From now on, I don't care who you like to pass on. By the way, Lao Yang, how much can you make this kind of steel a day?"
Yang Erxun thought for a moment and said: "If the young master wants to make a knife, it is not a problem to produce 20 horizontal knives a day. If you help Kaifeng do it, you should be able to make 60."
"Then what if it's a pickaxe?"
"Crack-billed pick?"
Seeing Yang Eryi's look stunned, it was obvious that this old man had never seen a pickaxe at all.
So Wu Zheng took a piece of coal and drew on the ground, one pointed and one flat, with a hole in the middle and a stick. It was easy to paint in three strokes and two strokes.
The two Yang Er and his son stared at the crane-billed pick painted by Wu Zheng on the ground for a long time. Yang Ercai asked, "I don't know what use this thing is for the young master?"
"For digging the ground, the current type of hoe can't dig a few acres of land in a day with the rocks on the mountain, so I got a new thing out for everyone to try."
"Master, do you mean this thing is a hoe?" Yang Er said with a surprised expression.
"Yeah! Why not?"
"Master, is it too wasteful to use hundred-smelting steel to hit the hoe? Doing so will not be afraid of our stockade when the sky thunders?"
"Lao Yang, do you mean we will be condemned by God if we do this?"
Yang Er hurriedly bowed and said, "The old slave dare not."
Wu Zheng patted Yang Er on the shoulder and smiled: "Don't be afraid, we made this thing for farming. The big and big farming matters are the biggest. I heard that the emperor and Laoer have to go down to the ground to show in person every year in spring ploughing, so you are old Just do it with peace of mind, it won't be able to break us if it really thunders."
Yang Er smiled bitterly: "If this is the case, the old slave will try to make it for my uncle. I don't know how many pieces my uncle has to do? The iron ingots in our stockade are now... (End of this chapter)