Blacksmith Lao Zhao is now proud of his eyebrows.

It is estimated that no one would have imagined that this craftsman who was driven out of the prison like a dog has now become a master craftsman who is famous in Chang'an!

For this reason, several officials who were coveted for a paper formula and deliberately framed Lao Zhao as a prisoner did not need Lao Zhao to deliberately seek revenge, so they hung up their crowns freely......

This is also a helpless thing, several of them know that if they don't hang the crown, they may not have the crown in the future! Even, it is very likely that it will be their heads.

Just looking at the present, the people in the army are rushing to fight Lao Zhao, hoping to give priority to taking care of their equipment.

If you kill a few small officials, you can let Lao Zhao cut them in line, and these killers will definitely not even blink their eyes when they stab them.

Since the blacksmith workshop became bigger, Xiao Han has rarely been to the blacksmith workshop.

He even said that if he could not come, he would definitely not come!

After all, once here.

All I heard was the roar of water hammer.

All the eye can see is floating smoke and dust.

Not to mention, the pungent smell that fills the carriage!

Who knows why these people have to quench all sorts of strange animal urine? Can't you get some mountain spring water? Now that it's okay, someone ran to Xiao's Zhuangzi with a bag of unknown liquid to sell, and I don't know if these people can tell the difference between tiger urine and cat urine......

Today, Xiao Han came to the blacksmith workshop for the first time, but since he entered the door, his brows have not slackened.

"Lao Zhao, can't you get something ventilated? I don't know it's not good for your health! Walking in the slightly dim workshop, Xiao Han covered his mouth and nose, and said unhappily to Lao Zhao behind him.

When Lao Zhao heard this, he took a deep breath, as if he was very fascinated by the air mixed with various flavors, and then smiled: "Master Hou, you are for our good, I know!" But our blacksmiths are not as expensive as you, Master Hou, and it is very good to be able to work in this big house where the wind can't blow and the rain can't get wet! How dare you pick and choose? If you make your work as comfortable as your home, where can you still work? ”

"You mean I'm nosy?" Xiao Han waited for Lao Zhao to finish speaking, and immediately glared at him.

"Hehe, don't dare, don't dare!"

Lao Zhao was glared at by Xiao Han twice, but after getting along with Xiao Han for so long, he has long been not the submissive appearance of seeing nobles as he did at the beginning, and now Lao Zhao, seeing that the officials from Chang'an are all talking with straight waists! This is also his bearing as a master craftsman.

"Don't dare? Then let me ask you, where are all the clothes that were issued at the beginning! Why are you shirtless? Look at the body, how many pieces of good skin and flesh are burned? Xiao Han was very dissatisfied with Lao Zhao's perfunctory attitude, stood still, pointed to the shirtless men around him and asked sharply.

Lao Zhao glanced at the position of Xiao Han's finger, still with a smile on his face, he arched his hand and said, "Master Hou, hasn't this blacksmith come over like this for thousands of years?" It's hot, and you can't wear the clothes you are hairy! Besides, such good clothes, wearing and working, are a hole when they are hot! It's a pity to look at. ”

"Blame it? Is it cost-effective to hot clothes or hot skin??? Xiao Han asked angrily.

Lao Zhao pouted: "If the skin and flesh are not tight, who is not like this?" ”

Lao Zhao's words made Xiao Han stunned, but after seeing the people around him, he had to sigh.

"Poor, still poor!"

In front of these craftsmen who work in his Zhuangzi, they still belong to the kind of people who live relatively wealthy in the Tang Dynasty!

Now, they can't even afford a piece of clothing!

It's not that they can't afford it, it's that they're scared!

"In the future, everyone in the workshop will be given a piece of clothing every three months! You have to wear it as long as you go to work! There are then shirtless ones, and they find that ten copper plates are buckled at a time! No mercy! If it's hot, open the windows, make holes in the roof of the workshop, and install ventilation fans! ”

After saying this to Lao Zhao in a deep voice, Xiao Han patted him on the shoulder again and said, "Don't be sloppy with these, it's all for your own good!" The people of our family must work well, but life must not be sloppy! I don't want to see you all sick and injured when you're old! ”

"Whoa!"

The head of the family had already given the order, and Lao Zhao and the people around him immediately surrendered! At the same time, the eyes that looked at him also carried a hint of gratitude.

Craftsmen are like this, although they don't say it, but whoever is good to themselves and who is bad to themselves, then the heart is also the same as a mirror!

Waving his hand, let everyone continue to work, Xiao Han led Lao Zhao to continue walking, Lao Zhao saw Xiao Han's face softened at this time, and came up again and asked in a whisper: "By the way, Master Hou, what is a ventilation fan?" Holes in the roof, not afraid of rain leakage? ”

"Stupid, ventilation fan, don't you just ventilate fan!"

Xiao Han laughed angrily at Lao Zhao's unseen appearance, looked left and right, and casually pulled out a wire from a table, and squatted on the ground to simply draw a roof fan that was most commonly used in later generations.

The roof fan painted by Xiao Han is like a big hat, which belongs to the most simple and practical mechanical structure, and with the craftsmen of the current workshop, there is absolutely no problem in making such a thing.

"Oh, it's this kind of thing, just use the thinnest iron sheet to make it, remember to paint it, and prevent rust!" After finishing the last stroke, Xiao Han threw the wire, stood up from the ground and said to Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao is still squatting on the ground now, and he is amazed at the sketch drawn by Xiao Han: "Master Hou, why do you say your head is long?" How can you come up with a pat on the head no matter what? ”

"Fuck off! Your head is the tambourine! ”

Laughing and kicking Lao Zhao, Xiao Han stepped over the sketch and continued to walk towards the depths of the workshop.

"If I could shoot something new with a slap on my head, I'd rather be beaten as a tambourine!"

The old Zhao who was kicked and beat a stumbling old man said with a bitter face, and when he saw Xiao Han walking away, he hurriedly beckoned someone to come over and copy the sketch aside, and then trotted to follow.

To fight a war is to fight for money!

This one seems to be a one-size-fits-all approach!

Xiao Han had seen mountains of equipment piled up in several warehouses, and if converted into copper coins, it was estimated that it would be enough to fill all the houses in his mansion! With such a big deal from the Ministry of War, he was still complacent and thought that these were enough to support a campaign!

However, Xiao Lizi's letter poured a basin of cold water on his head.

Unlike Xiao Han, who is almost an idiot on the battlefield, Li Shimin, a commander who has been in the killing field since he was young, knows very well: the so-called war is, to put it bluntly, a process of the strong bullying the weak!

Of course, if there is an occasional case of defeating the strong with the weak, Li Shimin will also stubbornly think: It is because the strong just look strong!

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with his statement, and no refutation is accepted!