The moment he stepped into Pangzhai, Zhou Jun looked around and felt a little surprised.
In such a large house, there are only a handful of slaves coming and going, and most of them are very old.
It was obviously the residence of a third-grade high-ranking official, but the number of servants was actually not as large as that of the Zhou family, which really surprised Zhou Jun.
After passing through the vestibule, Zhou Jun walked to the central hall and saw the Pang Gong sitting in the hall from a distance. He was obviously thin, but he gave the impression that he was like a mountain, with a strong and heavy power coming towards his face.
If it were an ordinary person, his legs and feet might be trembling at this moment, and his heart might be filled with fear.
But in his previous life, Zhou Jun saw many different kinds of people, so he didn't have much reaction to this kind of scene.
Following Yu Fu, Zhou Jun walked up to Mr. Pang and made a calm and crossed-hand salute in the manner of a junior meeting an elder.
Pang Zhonghe looked Zhou Jun up and down and nodded lightly.
Although this young man was born as a slave, he has a handsome appearance, extraordinary demeanor, and an attitude that is neither humble nor arrogant, which is rare.
Pang Zhonghe glanced at the two strange wooden wheels held in Zhou Jun's hand, and asked: "Young man from the Zhou family, are you here to promote me as a servant, or to work as a carpenter?"
Zhou Jun raised his head and looked at Pang Zhonghe.
This pangonggong's hair and temples are all gray, and his face is beardless, but in his appearance and expression, you can't feel the coldness and weirdness of the eunuch characters in previous novels and TV shows.
Mr. Pang looked dignified and upright, somewhat like a teacher in a private school.
But the occasional flash of light in his eyes reminded Zhou Jun what kind of role the old man in front of him used to be.
In front of such an old man who has been in the palace for many years, Zhou Jun did not intend to hide his purpose of coming: "Only if Pang Gong is satisfied with this carpentry job, I will dare to say anything about Nu Ya."
Pang Zhonghe nodded slightly.
Zhou Jun put down the wooden push ring in his hand and said to Pang Zhonghe: "May I ask Mr. Pang, do you have a drill or a hammer in your house?"
Pang Zhonghe was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yu Fu.
Yu Fu nodded, turned around and fetched these two tools.
Zhou Jun first apologized to Pang Gong, then took the tools and the push ring and came to the wheel.
I saw that he first found the correct position and marked it with a charcoal pencil, then made a groove and drilled a hole in the center of the rear wheel of the wheel, then nested the bronze bearing of the hand push ring inside, and finally used wedges and riveting woodworking techniques.
Pin the two together.
Zhou Jun installed the two push rings on the rear wheel of the wheel respectively. He tested the firmness and it seemed to be OK and usable.
Pang Zhonghe, who was watching from the side, saw the Lun Yu after the transformation was completed, and said with a smile: "Interesting."
The principle of a self-operated wheelchair is actually not complicated, but few people can think of breaking through the window paper.
Zhou Jun supported Pang Zhonghe, helped him sit on the wheelchair, and told the latter the precautions for self-operated wheelchairs.
Pang Zhonghe leaned down, stretched out his arms, grabbed the push ring of the rear wheel, and pushed it down hard. As expected, the wheel truck moved forward a few points.
Listening to the exclamations from everyone in the hall, Zhou Jun was a little dissatisfied.
First of all, he is not a professional carpenter. When installing the hand push ring, the bearing part was not riveted properly, and when the wheel was pushed, it was a little unstable.
Secondly, compared with wheelchairs in previous generations, the diameter of the rear wheel of the Tang Dynasty wheel chair was too small, which resulted in the hand push circle not being able to be made too large.
If the person sitting on it wants to push the wheel by himself, he must bend down as far as possible and stretch his arms to reach the push ring.
If this happens for a long time, the user will not only be tired, but also laborious.
Seeing Pang Zhonghe sitting on the chariot, enjoying himself and having a great time, Zhou Jun had no intention of hiding these shortcomings and directly informed the former.
After listening to Zhou Jun's words, Pang Zhonghe first looked down at the wheel, and then asked: "According to your opinion, if the rear wheels of this wheel are made three times the original size, the weight will definitely increase greatly.
Wouldn’t it be more laborious?”
Zhou Jun couldn't explain the physical torque principle to Pang Zhonghe. He just said that if good materials are used and the rear wheel and hand push ring are made into an integrated wheel hub, then even if it is larger, the weight will not be too heavy.
, it won’t be very difficult to push.
After hearing this, Pang Zhonghe said to Yu Fu: "Let someone from the Lin family in Dongshi come and make this wheel anew according to the instructions of Erlang Zhou."
Yu Fu nodded in agreement.
Pang Zhonghe pushed Lun Yu again, then stopped and motioned for Zhou Jun to sit down and talk.
Pang Zhonghe first asked: "Looking at your appearance, I am afraid that you are new to Taoism. Why do you think of coming to our house to propose a marriage?"
Zhou Jun scratched his head and said: "Pang Gong, Zhou came here out of necessity. The reason can be short or long. I don't know which one you want to hear?"
When Pang Zhonghe heard this, he became interested: "How about a short story? How about a long story? They all follow the path."
Zhou Jun: "To put it briefly, my father was on the wrongdoing list of the city bureau and offended the city officials and colleagues. He had no choice but to give me a guarantee and let me take the position of the slave. I had no choice but to try randomly.
I came here to try my luck."
Pang Zhonghe heard that there were such strange things, and urged Zhou Jun to elaborate on the twists and turns.
Zhou Jun talked about it for less than half an hour, starting from the time when the Chang'an County government arrested Zhou Dinghai, until he ran all over Chang'an and found out that the eighth person to be charged happened to be Pang Gong.
After hearing this, Pang Zhonghe sighed.
This Pang Zhonghe looks serious and imposing, but in fact, because of his inconvenient legs and feet, he has been at home for a long time, but he is also a lonely old man with no one to talk to him.
Zhou Jun was a community policeman in his previous life. He had seen many lonely old people like this, so he naturally knew how to interact with them.
The two of them chatted a little reservedly at first, but soon they started to talk happily.
Pang Zhong and Chao Zhoujun said, "If Mr. Zhou wants to propose marriage to our family, I'm afraid your trip will be in vain."
Zhou Jun asked: "Why?"
Pang Zhonghe pondered for a moment, shook his head and said with a smile: "But our family doesn't know what kind of slave we want to buy?"
Zhou Jun was stunned: "Pang Gong doesn't know?"
Pang Zhonghe: "Look at my mansion, it's all old servants. I'm afraid there haven't been any new ones for many years."
"When I wanted to buy a slave, it was probably because the house was too deserted and I wanted to find someone to talk to."
"However, when I look at the slaves brought by Yalang, I always feel that there is something wrong."
Where is the difference?
Zhou Jun looked at Pang Zhonghe. When the other person said this, his eyes looked into the distance, lost focus, and narrowed his eyes slightly. This was a micro-expression that represented falling into memories.
What exactly is Pang Zhonghe remembering?
Zhou Jun decided to start from the point of recalling past events and try to find out the deepest thoughts of the other party.
Zhou Jun: "Pang Gong lived in the palace in the past. I am a little curious, what is the palace like?"
Pang Zhonghe said softly: "Amber wine, jasper glasses, gold-footed bottles, emerald plates, food is like a picture, wine is like a spring, the guqin is flowing, and the bells are ringing."
Zhou Jun asked again: "Pang Gong, what do you do for fun in the palace?"
Pang Gong: "Empress Zhenshun has been fond of the piano since she was a child. When she was in Jiangzhou, she often practiced music alone. When she came to Chang'an, she knew that the saint liked music, and she never left her hands on the piano and never left her mouth to sing the music. Our family will accompany her.
She hasn't gained any skills over the years, she has only made some small achievements in music and rhythm."
"It's a pity that later on, she was distracted by the affairs in the palace, and Queen Zhenshun never touched the piano again. I'm afraid it's hopeless to hear the sound of the music."
When Zhou Jun heard this, he probably already knew a lot about Pang Zhonghe's thoughts.
As a chamberlain, Pang Zhonghe used to serve Queen Zhenshun in the palace, treating her like a family member.
Later, Empress Zhenshun passed away, and Pang Zhonghe lived in isolation. Rather than feeling lonely all day long, it was better to say that he no longer had the feeling of home.
When Pang Gong bought a maidservant, he did not want to find someone to serve him, but he wanted to find someone who was equally frustrated and could relieve himself and comfort each other.
We have a rough idea of Pang Gong's thoughts, but the question is, where can he find such a like-minded person?
This chapter has been completed!