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Zhou Shan took the saw and frowned and said, "Young Master, can the saw be ground into a slanted?"

"Don't worry about this." Cao Ang said: "Just do what I said, money is bound to be without you."

Zhou Shan did not dare to ask again, and immediately became busy as Cao Ang’s request. In addition, Cao Ang’s guidance came from the side, and an hour later, a helical saw was successfully released.

"Let's try it out." Cao Ang picked it up and looked at it for a few times, and ordered.

Liu Yuan quickly found a piece of waste wood about a foot long and thick calves. Cao Ang took it and put it on the table and stepped on it with his feet. He put the saw on the exposed part and saw it hard.

The arms are pulled back and forth, and the wood chips fly across the place where the saw teeth pass, and the saw joints of the wood are increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This...this..." Liu Yuan was stunned and even spoke incoherently.

He never expected that he would just turn the jagged teeth into obliques, which would have the effect of turning stones into gold.

The eldest son, is it magical?

If the saws in the future become like this, wouldn’t their efficiency be improved several times out of thin air?

What is efficiency? For businessmen, efficiency is profit.

In less than three minutes, the wood as thick as a calf broke into two pieces. Cao Ang handed the saw to Liu Yuan like a treasure and said, "Old Liu, what do you think?"

Liu Yuan gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely: "The great master is a talented person, but it is hard to reach a villain."

"This is a flattery, I love to listen to it." Cao Ang looked at Zhou Shan and said, "I will give you twice as much money as you buy in the blacksmith shop every month. From today on, you can get a saw for me. I will give you as much as I want!"

Zhou Shan was stunned and then ecstatic!

After more than four hundred years of development, the concept of family members of the Han Dynasty has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is basically a dream to make a name for themselves without a good background.

If a blacksmith like Zhou Shan has no special circumstances, he will not be able to speak out in this life. He can make a living by making a living.

But today, the eldest son of Sikong Mansion actually wanted to hire him, which was definitely a good thing for Zhou Shan to fall from the sky.

Being appreciated by the eldest son and recruited into Sikong's mansion was definitely a happy event for him to shine on his family.

"Don't worry, the young man will put down everything at hand and concentrate on creating saws for the eldest son." Zhou Shan knelt on the ground and said with gratitude.

"Well, move all your guys to Sikong Mansion. I'll be there recently to work there to save back and forth." Cao Ang said, and turned around and walked towards Sikong Mansion.

"Thank you, Master." Zhou Shan followed with a sledgehammer without thinking. As for the blacksmith shop, throw it there, it was nothing valuable anyway.

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After lunch break, Mrs. Ding thought of her baby son at first. She trotted to the outer yard despite the maid's dissuasion.

Mrs. Ding felt comfortable when she had a meal in the morning. When she thought of the delicious stir-fry, she felt salivating and hungry in her belly.

However, she didn't want to bother Cao Ang anymore. Although her son was filial, a gentleman stayed away from the kitchen. What's the matter with the eldest son of the Sikong Mansion who was always sleeping in the kitchen?

So she planned to ask Cao Ang to learn how to cook, so that when their father and son want to eat, Cao Ang would not need Cao Ang to do it.

She wanted to mention this matter while eating, but Cao Ang and Hua Tuo were talking about it at that time. She had no nerve to mention it, but she couldn't wait to get off lunch.

Unexpectedly, when I came to the front yard, my face changed drastically.

I don’t know when the front yard became a large construction site, and a group of carpenters were busy holding corner rulers, saws, planes, and hammers.

Wenhua went to Quandian Village, and Liu Min went to the restaurant. There was no way. Mrs. Ding could only find a servant to ask, and after asking, she hurried into the hall.

There was nothing left in the furniture, and the mice in the empty hall had to leave with tears when they came.

Mrs. Ding's eyes turned dark and she almost fainted.

The maid was quick and hurriedly supported her.

Mrs. Ding, who came to her senses, murmured: "What should I do? Sikong has to peel Zixiu's skin when he comes back. This child was quite worry-free before, why did he come back this time..."

As he was talking, Cao Ang walked in from outside the door with a group of people. Mrs. Ding pushed the maid away and rushed forward to grab Cao Ang and asked, "Zi Xiu, how can you sell the furniture? Sikong Mansion relies on this little thing to support the storefront. How can your father explain when he comes back?"

Of course, he could not use the trick of fooling Mrs. Ding. Cao Ang held Mrs. Ding's hand and said, "Don't worry, mother, have I invited all the famous carpenters in the city? These furniture in our family were left by the great-grandfather's era. It's too old and should have been replaced with new ones."

Having said that, Mrs. Ding was still a little worried and said, "Your father likes these furniture very much. You sold it without saying a word. This..."

Cao Ang comforted, "Don't worry, mother, the raw rice has been cooked, can my father still kill me? I promise you that my father will definitely like it after the new furniture is made. I will not blame you if I am happy at that time?"

"Really?" Mrs. Ding's face was full of suspicion.

"Really!" Cao Ang raised his hand and swore.

Mrs. Ding then felt relieved and said, "I heard from the servants that you are short of money. I have some fine jewelry and soft jewelry. You can sell it. If it is not enough, I will go to your grandfather and uncle to find a solution!"

A warm feeling surged in Cao Ang's heart. Although Mrs. Ding regarded herself as the original owner, this maternal love fell firmly on her.

He quickly refused and said, "Mom, don't worry, I have enough money. My father bought the jewelry for you. He is reluctant to sell it. How can I ask for it?"

Although he refused Mrs. Ding's gift, Mrs. Ding's words made him think.

He slapped his forehead and cursed: "I can borrow money. If it really doesn't work, I can still attract people to invest. There are so many ways to raise funds, why do I have to limit myself to my own acre of three-point land?"

The mother and son chatted for a while, and during this period, Mrs. Ding vaguely proposed to Cao Ang’s idea of ​​learning to cook. Cao Ang smiled and said, “I have handed over the method of stir-frying tea to the chefs in the house. Just ask them to eat it.”

Mrs. Ding was overjoyed, looked at the busy construction site and said, "Then you are busy, I won't bother you for my mother."

As soon as Mrs. Ding left, Cao Pi came out of nowhere and walked to Cao Ang and shouted weakly: "Brother!"

"Zihuan, is there anything wrong?" Cao Ang asked with a smile.

Regarding the scoundrel Emperor Wen of Wei who wrote a seven-step poem by his own brother, he felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart. While reminding himself to fulfill his responsibilities as his elder brother, he also wanted to stay away from this conspiracy ancestor.

He could replace the Han Dynasty and suppress Sima Yi's evil man for decades and did not dare to move around. Cao Ang asked himself, "If you really act ruthless, you may not be able to play with others."

Cao Pi's eyes flashed, and he held the corners of his clothes with both hands. He looked at Cao Ang's heart was furious and couldn't help but scold him, "If you have something to do, you're so embarrassed that he looks like a woman."
Chapter completed!