"Why are there subtle differences in the accuracy of these models?"
Muchuan took the model and asked the Minister of Industry.
If it is already forged iron, when it is reprocessed, the forging difference will be very small and cannot be seen at all without looking carefully.
The weight is also difficult to control. It can be said that if you are not an experienced blacksmith, you will not recognize it at all.
When the Minister of Industry and Industry heard this, he felt something was wrong and immediately took it outside to a place with better light and took a closer look.
When he came back, the Minister of Industry's face looked very unhappy.
He suppressed his anger and forced a smile to Muchuan.
"It makes Master Mu laugh. My people can't even do this simplest thing well."
"I really delayed Master Mu today, how about you and I go to a restaurant for a drink?
Master Mu made this trip today and found out this big problem for me, so I have to thank you very much no matter what."
Although Muchuan didn't know what the Minister of Industry was angry about, it didn't affect his judgment.
When it comes to making repeating crossbows, there are actually people who deliberately stumble.
This is a task personally assigned by His Majesty. There are people in the Ministry of Industry who dare to do it carelessly. Can the Minister not be angry?
"No need to be polite, Lord Shangshu. You and I are officials in the same court, so we should help each other."
"I happened to have something to do online today, so I'm going to leave now. I'll drink later when I have time."
Muchuan stood up as he spoke, and what happened next was obviously beyond the scope of what he, the Minister of Household Affairs, could participate in.
The Minister of the Ministry of Industry quickly politely asked him to stay, but Muchuan naturally refused again and again, and was sent to the gate of the hospital, where Muchuan and Xie Shangshu bowed and said goodbye.
When he left, he did not see the Minister of War again. Maybe he went out with the Minister of Industry when he went out to see the forging differences of the model.
It is estimated that the Minister of War, like him, did not feel comfortable getting involved, so he had to leave first.
It was already lunch time when he came out. Muchuan walked around the street and saw Silk Village.
Hey, forget it, let's have lunch with Fang Cheng. He doesn't dare to go back to Mu Mansion at this time. The risk is too great.
I went to the Silk House and the shopkeeper was sitting in a chair, sleeping.
Muchuan was sure that he was sleeping because the shopkeeper's eyes were closed and he was snoring slightly.
Muchuan didn't bother him and went straight to the backyard, where the cooking woman was setting out the meal.
"My lord, who are you looking for?"
the mother-in-law asked.
This made Muchuan feel like he was in his hometown in the countryside. No one would kneel down and call "Master Guan" when they saw someone wearing official robes.
They will give officials a certain amount of respect, but they will not give up their own dignity at every turn.
It may be that those who don’t know are fearless, but it may also be that they understand the most primitive self-respect better than people in the city.
"I'm looking for Mr. Fang."
Muchuan said with a smile.
"Oh, Mr. Fang, we are looking for an adult!"
The mother-in-law shouted towards Fang Cheng's room in the yard.
Muchuan looked over with a smile and saw Fang Cheng rushing out without even putting on his shoes.
“Who, who?
Oh, Master Mu is here, sit down wherever you want! Aunt Fang, bring an extra set of dishes."
Fang Cheng said and returned to the room, probably to get dressed.
Muchuan didn't mind either and sat aside, pouring himself tea and eating snacks.
The shopkeeper was also awakened by the movement. He quickly got up and went to the backyard. Sure enough, Master Mu was already sitting there eating.
It seems that Master Mu has been here for a while.
The shopkeeper couldn't help but blush. This was the second time he was caught by Master Mu.
"Master Mu is here?
I have met Lord Mu, haha."
The shopkeeper smiled flatteringly and bowed.
Muchuan waved his hand and asked him to get up.
"Thank you for the hard work of the shopkeeper."
Muchuan laughed and teased him.
"It's not hard, it's not hard. I'm usually very cautious!"
The shopkeeper had a guilty conscience, but his lying posture seemed very reliable.
Muchuan smiled and continued to eat the pastries without exposing him.
Fang Cheng had already come out of the room at this time and saw the shopkeeper smiling attentively next to Muchuan.
"Uncle Huang, you fell asleep again!"
Fang Cheng said unhappily.
"How can I be asleep? It's the shopkeeper's business, can I be called asleep?"
The shopkeeper retorted confidently.
Muchuan spat out the tea with a pop. Fortunately, the shopkeeper was on his side, otherwise he would have been sprayed.
Fang Cheng and the shopkeeper both looked over. Muchuan slowly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and tried hard to hold back his laughter.
"It's okay, it's okay. I just think that the shopkeeper is quite a scholar and has a strong character."
Muchuan explained.
The shopkeeper felt that this was not a compliment. After all, who has to spray tea before complimenting someone?
However, he is just a shopkeeper and can talk nonsense in front of the young master's family, but he still has to keep a low profile in front of Lord Mu.
Fang Chengcheng stopped thinking so much and spoke directly:
"Uncle Huang is the only one who still has the character of a scholar?
I think Uncle Huang is full of hibernating spirit."
When Uncle Huang heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to get on the broom, but he finally didn't dare.
He left angrily. Anyway, there was no way to serve food today, so he and Aunt Fang would eat in the back kitchen later.
The food had been set, and Fang Cheng and Muchuan sat across from each other.
Not too polite, they picked up their chopsticks and started eating.
I have to say that Aunt Fang has a unique southern way of cooking, and every dish tastes delicious.
Most of the dishes in Chang'an City are heavy in flavor. This is because northerners are tall and heavy in flavor can make people energetic and strong, making them more powerful at work.
In later generations, Muchuan went to cities further north. At that time, later generations were already pursuing light meals. After all, they were all working people and did little physical work.
But the city he went to was very close to the north and the economic conditions were not good, so the taste was still heavy, but the taste was pretty good.
Since he had not eaten authentic southern food for a long time since returning from Jiangnan, Muchuan had a good appetite and ate a lot.
After eating, Fang Cheng and Muchuan sat across from each other. Maybe because they were full and had nothing to do, Fang Cheng suddenly remembered last night's account.
"I wonder how Master Mu remembered that he would come to the Silk Manor for dinner?"
Fang Cheng smiled deliberately and evilly.
"Wrong way.
How about I spit it out?"
Muchuan glanced at him provocatively.
Fang Cheng stopped laughing immediately. He didn't expect Master Mu to be such an unreasonable person.
I ate it all and had the nerve to throw it up. It was so shameless and speechless.
"I wonder when Master Mu will go find Du Jiachen?"
Fang Guo decisively gave up the topic just now.
"Oh, during dinner, Xiangfu Restaurant."
"By the way, the prince will go too."
Muchuan took a sip of tea and said.
"The prince really has high expectations for me, right?
I knew it!"
Fang Cheng said excitedly.
Muchuan didn't know what he knew, and he didn't bother to guess anyway.
"Don't be in a hurry to send him the letter yet. Let us wait until we all arrive and the food is ready before we notify him."
