‘It’s Yang Danzi’s father again’, Xiao Bei and others looked at each other, nodded tacitly, and their eyes swept to Gong Shuhe were not good at all. The reason for coming was that Yang Danzi’s father’s father’s credit was suppressed.

Gongshuhe also found that things were becoming more and more difficult to control. He reached into his arms, twisted a few paper money with his fingers, took it out slowly, handed it to Xiaobei, and smiled with a flattering smile: "According to the rules, I have to distinguish the benefits I get, and those who see it will have a share."

Xiao Bei didn't refuse, so he took it in his hand, counting one by one seriously, muttering the words: "One hundred words, two hundred words, three hundred words..."

"Yes, yes." Gong Shuhe corrected in a low voice.

"Oh, Guan, a total of 600 Guan, a ninth-rank military officer, how much is the annual salary?" Xiaobei looked at Xiaoyuan, and Xiaoyuan shook his head in a daze: "I don't know."

"Why don't you remember it?"

"There are so many things happening in the world, do I remember coming here?"

"Let me ask someone later."

"The officials knew that according to the military branches and military regions, their salaries were different. In the past, they were given land and grain, but now they were directly converted into money. The officials were about five jin and four hundred and forty-one cents a month." Gong Shuhe took the initiative to report the accounts.

Xiao Bei took the money and shook it on his leg twice: "Oh! There is still a fraction of the salary, you can take it out at will. It turns out that there is money. What is the crime of greed for the army?"

"You have to be beheaded, or you just whip it first, suck it to death, and exile it after it." The little boy didn't understand, but it didn't affect his venting.

"The officials of the lower government were once greedy. The officials of the lower government knew that the money in the army was very important, and that money, grain and weapons were no small matter. A greedy article was greedy and cut off the heroic soul. They were not afraid of blood staining the ground for charge, and they held the remaining soldiers in their hands and tears. The officials of the lower government knew this principle and dared not let the soldiers bleed and cry with bad weapons. They died with their eyes closed."

Gongshuhe quickly explained that he could not afford this crime, which was no better than local logistics officials. At most, the local greed was difficult for the people. At most, greed for military logistics money was not enough to cut a hundred heads.

"This is how the money from the officials comes from..."

Before Gong Shuhe finished speaking, Xiao Beidang walked forward first. He also put the money on, took the wet towel handed over by the person next to him, and wiped his hands, swaying to the warehouse where all kinds of movements were heard.

Someone stepped forward and opened the doors of the warehouse two meters wide, showing the scene inside.

It is different from what Xiaobei and others imagined. It is not a mess, and workers work without any protection.

The various instruments inside are separated and arranged neatly in different areas. The workers wearing thin leather gloves on their hands, and a piece of protective mask arched out from their mouths. They are all bald and wear boots of unknown skin on their feet. Looking at the ground, small grids were cut out artificially, and running water was rinsed through the gap amid an inch wide in the middle of the grid. The powder falling from work was immediately washed away by water.

"Stop." Xiao Bei shouted very high decibels and strong penetration. It can also be heard in the sound of the grinding wheel and the air cutting machine.

A voice worked, and the people in the warehouse stopped their hands and turned around to look at it almost at the same time.

"I am the Tang Dynasty inspector. Zhang Xiaobei, ask me if he wants to ask, who is his father?" Xiaobei reported to his house and pointed at Yang Danzi and asked.

The person in the warehouse focused his eyes on a person at the same time. He stood beside an anvil, holding a piece of paper in one hand and a triangle ruler in the other. He did not look at himself with everyone's eyes, but looked at Xiao Bei. There was obviously a piece of pencil being held between his bald head and ears.

"Ha! I guess, it's you, is that wrong?" Xiao Bei looked at the man confidently and said with a smile.

The person who was clicked took off the rope on the mask on one ear and hesitated for a moment and replied: "Awesome, I'll be right as soon as I guess."

"Ye!" Xiao Bei guessed it, waved his fist happily, and asked again: "Your surname, are you exempted from your surname sheep?"

The man nodded with a very rich expression. Without waiting for Xiao Bei to continue speaking, he spoke: "The name is a Fei, and the name is Yunteng."

Xiao Bei was surprised. He actually had the word "大大" and thought he was a little knowledgeable. He walked up to the other person with his hands behind his back and looked at the paper he was holding. There was a picture on it. Xiao Bei knew it. As for what picture it was, Xiao Bei coughed and turned around: "Sister, come here to help you see the picture."

Xiaozhu followed and recognized what it was at a glance: "The three-dimensional perspective view of the lathe looks quite complicated."

"Where did it come from?" Xiao Bei found the key point, how can there be drawings for lathes on the place?

Yang Yunteng didn't answer, smiled reservedly, and touched the pencil that was clamped in his ear while holding the triangle ruler.

Xiaobei, Xiaozhu understands it. He draws it himself, but it is definitely different from the sketches and gouache that Xiaozhu usually draws.

Xiao Bei felt the heavy pressure from the technology, took a deep breath and asked, "How many meanings are you? Why are you drawing it? Where are you hiding the real thing?"

Yang Yunteng turned around and came to the left of the middle of the warehouse. There were many handicrafts made of wood, including gears, shafts, connecting rods, etc., and said to the children who followed him: "This is the real thing. I need to make a few precision parts. Without any handy tools, I wanted to make tools first. The grinder and cutting machines in the warehouse were given by the court. I took them to make the required parts into wood first. After successful combination of each small part, I turned them into cast iron, made a simple machine tool, and then used it to process better tools to make more precise machine tools. This was repeated."

"Why don't you form a big one? After testing it, turn it into cast iron parts." Xiao Bei asked like a child who loves to study.

"Because there are too many steps to assemble wood, the force the parts bear is increased, and they will break before they can turn." Yang Yunteng explained.

"Okay, come with us. If we have something to ask, you are not allowed to follow you." Xiao Bei reached out to touch the smoothed wood parts, and couldn't hide the excitement on his face and said to Yang Yunteng.

"The inspector asked you what he asked, you must answer truthfully and not make up." Gong Shuhe stared at Yang Yunteng with a serious expression on his face.

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt stuffy in my chest, and I flew backwards and smashed into a pile of wood. I don’t know where the whole body hurts the most.

"You're good at kicking, let him talk too much." Xiao Bei looked at Zhang Hu who kicked the man away with great satisfaction.

Yang Yunteng walked with everyone, and before leaving the door, he paused slightly and said, "I'll finish today's work, and I'll invite you to drink tonight."

"Dad, there is still money to invite someone to drink at home?" Yang Danzi asked with his head raised.

"It's coming soon." Yang Fei said.

"Where did it come from?" Yang Danzi continued to ask.

"Learn from literature and martial arts, and get the imperial family." Yang Fei looked at Xiaobei and the nine others.

Xiaohai looked sideways and muttered softly: "I'm very confident."

He said that Yang Fei was following him, but in the end he found a place to talk. He entered a four-room warehouse. The last one was actually a room with paintings and scrolls hanging on the wall. He could smell a faint fragrance of ink, not the kind that smelled.

The nine children were surprised. They were not surprised by the layout of the house. They were surprised how this house could belong to a local military logistics craftsman.

"You, you occupy one by yourself and have to have a 60-square-meter house as a house? Why?" Xiao Bei turned to Yang Danzi's father at first, thinking that he had the ability to be suppressed and lived a very wronged life. When he saw the house, he had to ask unfairly.

After saying that, Xiao Bei turned around and wanted to leave. At this moment, Yang Yunteng finally felt scared. He really asked the children to leave. What if they didn't listen to the explanation and started directly?

So he quickly said, "Wait a minute, I'm right."

Xiao Bei stopped with great shame, raised his hand to touch the door frame, and then came closer to smell it: "What? There is a smell of gasoline. Explain it, explain it first."

"I thought about the anticorrosion paint I made myself, and there was gasoline inside. I evaporated and cooled the gasoline myself. I had a junior brother in the Ministry of Industry. When it comes to craftsmanship, he was not as good as me. Later, my craftsmanship could no longer improve, so I planned to change my career, study literature, and even took the exam for a juren.

Later I found that being an official is more tiring than being a craftsman. The craftsman makes things better, and it is not good, but being an official is different. It is difficult to tell whether it is good or bad. Just like Gongshuhe, others think he is a bad official, but I think he is a good official."

When Yang Yunteng picked up a thermos from the side and poured water for everyone, he said that he actually had a porcelain thermos, and he didn't know who made it for him.


Chapter completed!