A rough hand stroked a handful of grass and rested on the horizontal bar, with two words on it.
The farmer recognized some words. These two words were very simple and happened to be what he recognized.
"What is Qixing?" My wife heard the words being read and asked, "Is it the name of the grocery store?"
Compared with the farmer's dull expression, his wife's face was not good, she was very unhappy.
"A bunch of grass is still worth putting a name on it." She raised her voice, "Okay, it's better to put a name on it. I'll go to them and get the money back!"
The farmer said nothing, but held Lei Cui tightly and did not let go, showing his attitude.
"There are still grasses at home, why did you ask the salesman to buy you new ones?" The wife's voice became even more angry, "Didn't I tell you to save money to buy cattle?"
The farmer said: "Cattle are too expensive, and the terrain in the mountains may not be easy to use."
The wife became even more angry and pointed at the grass on the ground: "Then this thing is easy to use? Is it more powerful than an ox?"
The farmer was dull and didn't say much. He let his wife scold him and just squatted on the ground to look at the newly delivered grass.
His hand touched the name on the grass again. His wife didn't know, but he knew that this was not the name of the grocery store. A handful of grass bought everywhere was not worthy of the grocery store putting his name on it.
According to family custom, this is the name of the craftsman who made this blade.
This is a new name.
The farm tools he used to get from home always had the word "Duan Gong" on them.
Duan Gong, a trace of sadness flashed across the farmer's dull face.
At first, he didn't understand what the sect did. The old man named Duan pointed to the farm tools in the hands of the working farmers and the fields under their feet.
"I just want everyone to plant more fields and harvest more food." He said with a smile, "This is how everyone loves each other and helps each other."
He understood this.
This was indeed what he wished for, and it turned out to be what he wished for later. He used grain in exchange for several new and useful farm tools. When he encountered pests, someone told him how to deal with them. The fields he cultivated became more and more popular.
More and more, life becomes easier and easier.
But suddenly the people and farm tools he was familiar with disappeared.
The news he heard said that Elder Duan was dead and there would be no such sect in the future.
The farmer was sad, sad, confused, and had no choice but to continue living like this.
A few days ago, a salesman suddenly left a message, saying that he could appeal again. He was nervous and excited. In fact, he was not short of farm tools. He just wanted to have a contact, so he said he wanted a useful piece of grass.
The new grass was delivered in the name of being sold by a peddler as before.
The farmer was scolded by his wife all night and went to the fields before dawn the next day with the new grass.
The wife continued to scold the neighbors at home: "I can't do anything, and buying things is just a no brainer."
Neighbors agreed, "Men are like this. If there were no women in the family, the family would have been ruined long ago."
After the women finish their day's sewing under the trees, they don't eat lunch, so as to save one meal. When the men come back, it's enough to have dinner together. It doesn't take any effort to sit down anyway.
Just when the women were looking at the sun and planning to go back to cook, the farmer came back carrying his farm tools.
The wife suddenly looked even worse: "Why are you back so early? The sun is still high!"
The farmer seemed a little confused and said, "The land has been plowed."
The fire on the stove burns brightly and can light up the whole room.
The wife leaned in front of the stove fire and looked at the grass.
The wife asked: "I don't see any difference." She looked at the farmer again and said, "You have always been very strong. Is it because you were scolded by me today that you plowed the ground quickly?"
The farmer laughed naively: "No matter how strong I am, I will still get tired. This grass is light and fast, and I can shovel it deeply with one kick. I don't feel tired. I just turned it over again and again without realizing it."
He stroked the grass stained with soil.
He is familiar with farm tools. If you look carefully, you can see that they are indeed different from the old farm tools.
The poles, shovels, and crossbars all look slightly changed, as if there are some additional small parts.
seven stars.
This is a good craftsman.
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seven stars.
In a craftsman's shop late at night, an apprentice looked at the paper in his hand, his eyes fell on the signature on the corner and he read a name.
The lights in the workshop are bright enough.
Compared with the money from lights, you can make more money by doing more work. The owner of the shop is a very shrewd businessman.
The apprentice's eyes moved from the name to other contents. The other contents were not words, but dense pictures.
This picture describes the process of making a piece of equipment in detail and clearly.
"So that's it." The apprentice murmured in a low voice, "So that's all it takes."
There were footsteps outside the door, and the apprentice came to his senses, stuffed the blueprint into his sleeve, picked up the plane and pushed it.
An older man stood at the door, looked in, saw the apprentice working diligently, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Dunzi, work hard." He said, "Plan the wood you will use in the next few days. When the time comes, the master will teach you a few new skills. You will be able to start training earlier, and you will be able to earn wages earlier if you start training earlier.
Already."
There is no money to be had as an apprentice, so having food to eat is a sign of kindness from the master.
Apprentice Dunzi thanked him respectfully and flatteringly: "Master, do you want tea? I'll make tea for you."
The master immediately waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down: "What kind of tea do you want to make? I have your junior brother here, so you can work hard."
A plane is not something that just any apprentice can use well.
One mistake and the entire piece of wood is ruined.
New apprentices can't do this, they can only boil water to make tea and massage their shoulders and legs.
Dunzi responded repeatedly, watching the older man yawning and walking away, the smile on his face disappeared, he turned his head and spat on the ground.
That's nice to say. I've been hearing these nice words for ten years, but I still refuse to teach him real skills and only let him do small jobs. I just want to keep him as an apprentice for free.
He can only learn by himself while working. Fortunately, he can have another master to guide him.
It's a pity that this kind of thing suddenly stopped, and everyone above and below disappeared. Dunzi cried several times, thinking that this was the end of his life. He had been an apprentice in this workshop until he was old and couldn't do it anymore.
, and did not leave the army until they were kicked out.
Unexpectedly, someone from the sect appeared again. He was excited and unbelievable and tried to ask about a skill he didn't understand. He actually got a response, even more detailed and clearer than before.
Dunzi took out the drawings and read them over and over again. Not only was the technique engraved in his mind, but the person who made the drawings was also engraved in his mind.
seven stars.
He chanted the name silently.
This is a good craftsman.
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seven stars.
Gao Xiaoliu, who was sitting in the gambling den, looked at the small cup in his hand and touched the two words on the base.
Zhike looked on, looking a little surprised and a little amused: "Did you really do it?"
Xitang was lively and talked about his demands. Gao Xiaoliu sent a message back to warn them. At the same time, because he couldn't stand Xitang's tone, he added a note, asking for a dice that can do whatever he wants.
Of course he didn't really ask for a dice, he was just provoking or sarcasm.
I didn't expect it to actually be delivered.
"Can you really do whatever you want?" Zhike asked curiously.
Gao Xiaoliu shook the Gu cup in his hand, then slapped it on the table.
"Big." He said, his hand moved across the Gu Zhong seemingly unintentionally, retracted it, and opened it. The dice in the Gu Zhong stopped spinning.
Zhike exclaimed and looked at the dice. It turned out to be a big one.
"How can such a small cup be used as a mechanism?" he said, "It's amazing."
Gao Xiaoliu snorted, turned the Gu over and looked at the two words on the bottom.
"Seven stars." He thought, "Is this a craftsman or a gambler?"