Datang: Empress mother-in-law sent Li Er to test me

Looking at the strange faces in the yard, a dozen or so young people sat on the ground in silence.

More than 100 victims in the yard looked at them in confusion, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes said curiously: "You didn't come here yesterday."

The leading young man said in a muffled voice: "We changed with them, what are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man didn't think too much, and said directly: "Make a wooden bed."

"..."

The expressions of a dozen young people froze immediately.

How could it be a wooden bed?

After a long time, the leading young man was shocked and said, "Didn't you make bamboo chairs?"

The middle-aged man looked at him in confusion, "Who told you that we are going to make bamboo chairs?"

"..."

The young man in the lead opened his mouth, raised his finger and pointed to the courtyard next door, his face flushed and said: "The bamboo chair maker is next door."

"It stands to reason that we should also make bamboo chairs here."

"That's what you think too much."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry about that, today we have a heavy task! You are new here, so don't hold back!"

"Come on, I'll teach you how to do it."

More than a dozen young people looked at each other in blank dismay, and in the end they could only pinch their noses, and together with more than 100 victims in the courtyard, they made wooden beds.

When the finished product comes out.

A dozen young people fell into deep thought.

The finished products that appeared in front of them were only the brackets on both sides of the bed, except for the middle!

Isn't this the same as weaving a wooden chair as promised, but only weaving the back of the wooden chair!

The leading youth said excitedly: "This thing, can it be called a bamboo bed?"

The ragged middle-aged man smiled and said, "I heard from Zhang Shaoyin that this is part of the bamboo bed."

"What do we care about these things? Anyway, if you make five pieces, you can get the wages for making a bamboo bed. It's not tiring just to do this."

"..."

More than a dozen young people want to cry but have no tears.

Tired is not very tired, but this is different from what we think!

"Don't be idle, hurry up and work!"

Amid the urging voices of the middle-aged people, more than a dozen young people felt as if they had eaten flies, and felt uncomfortable all over.

At dusk, more than a dozen youths dragged their exhausted bodies and left the house.

On the way back, the leading youth gritted his teeth and said:

"We can't get together, we have to separate!"

"A dozen of us can always learn the same thing, even if we learn the same thing, we can go back to work!"

The others nodded their heads and said solemnly, "Understood!"

On the third day, at dusk.

More than a dozen young people proposed not to do it anymore, but the owners only gave them three days.

Three days are up.

I have to go back to work.

To their relief, the chief executive's office did not retain them.

Chen family.

Outside the gate of the mansion, Chen Ran and a dozen gentry stood at the gate solemnly, looking at the quiet street.

Soon, some young people appeared on the street. Some of the gentry saw them sharply and shouted, "They're back!"

Chen Ran's eyes lit up, before they came over, he greeted them first, and said eagerly, "How are you doing?"

A dozen or so young people looked at each other and smiled wryly.

The leading young man said helplessly: "Patriarch, those people in the chief manager's mansion are really too bad!"

Chen Ran frowned, "What do you mean? You haven't learned how to weave bamboo utensils?"

The leading youth hesitated for a few seconds before saying:

"So that the Patriarch knows that we have learned it, but it seems that... we haven't learned it."

"Huh?" Chen Ran looked at them blankly, and asked in confusion, "What is it that you have learned, but you don't seem to have learned? Are you learning or not?"

Chapter 266 Hundreds of thousands of things, where do we sell them?

Under the stares of Chen Ran and a dozen gentry, the young man coughed and said, "Have you learned...or haven't you?"

"..."

Chen Ran stared at him, his beard almost crooked, and cursed: "Is this old man asking you, or are you asking this old man?"

The young man at the head laughed bitterly and said, "Patriarch, we have actually learned...half of it."

Chen Ran: "..."

The gentry looked at him in bewilderment, what does it mean to be half-learned?

Learning something, can you still learn half of it?

Then what are you doing back here?

Die outside!

Seeing that the faces of Chen Ran and a dozen gentry were about to turn black, the young man in charge turned red, and said angrily, "Patriarch, don't blame the villain, it's true that the one named Zhang is too bad! It's not that we don't want to learn all about , it’s just that that scheming Zhang didn’t give us a chance at all!”

Chen Ran stared at him with a straight face, "Come here, get the bamboo!"

After the butler agreed, Chen Ran shook his sleeves, snorted coldly and said, "You all come in and weave a bamboo tool for the old man in the yard. The old man wants to see why you only learned half of it. "

A dozen or so young people breathed a sigh of relief, Qiqi followed Chen Ran and the gentry into the mansion.

In the courtyard of the mansion, there are bamboos placed one by one.

Under the stares of Chen Ran and the gentry.

A dozen young people sat down cross-legged and began to weave bamboo skillfully.

Soon, bamboo tools were woven one by one.

The woven bamboo furniture includes bamboo chairs, bamboo beds, bamboo stools and so on.

But none of them took shape.

The bamboo chair only has a backrest, the bamboo bed only has a frame, and the bamboo stool only has three legs...

A dozen gentry were dumbfounded.

Chen Ran didn't come back to his senses for a long time. After a long time, he stared at the young man in charge, clenched his fists, and said through gritted teeth, "You guys learned this in three days?"

"What are you eating! Why don't you learn everything?"

The leading young man was frowning, and patiently explained with a bitter face:

"Patriarch, it's not that we don't want to learn everything, it's that the General Manager's Mansion doesn't give us a chance."

He hurriedly told him what he had experienced in the past three days.

In three days, they gathered together with more than a dozen people all day at the beginning, and then they scattered to learn on the second day.

By the third day, they had gone to one house in the morning and another in the afternoon.

However, what made them collapse was that the houses arranged by the General Manager's Office for the victims were used to weave bamboo tools. The victims in each house wove different things!

Do not bring a heavy sample!

Chen Ran's face was livid when he heard this, and he felt like cursing.

Looking at the innocent faces of a dozen young people, he also understood in his heart that they cannot be blamed for this incident.

Chen Ran waved his hands and said, "Go down."

"The villain will leave!" The dozen or so young people felt relieved immediately, and everyone hurried away under the hands of the leading young man.

Chen Ran looked at the semi-finished products in the yard, sighed, and said to the people standing beside him: "That Zhang Dun, counted all the things we have to do."

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to make such a move.

The purpose of his doing this is to make people who are not victims of disasters but are mixed among them unable to learn how to weave bamboo tools.

to be honest.

The General Manager's Mansion headed by Zhang Dun is guarding against them.

A dozen gentry looked helpless, and someone asked, "Old Chen, what should we do now?"

The original plan was to learn how to weave bamboo tools from the General Manager's Mansion, and then use cash to lure the victims to come and work for them.

But now it won't work.

Of the dozen or so people sent out, they only learned half of how to weave bamboo utensils.

Wouldn't it be more heartwarming to spend money now to let the victims come to work, but then they can't sell a pile of semi-finished bamboo tools?

Moreover, if you really want to do this, the Chief Executive's Mansion will definitely not sit idly by.

Thankless!

Chen Ran waved his palm and told them to enter the hall and wait for everyone to sit down.

He narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You said, why did the imperial envoy surnamed Zhang make bamboo tools?"

Without waiting for everyone to respond, Chen Ran continued: "He is selling the bamboo tools, and the money from the sale will be distributed to the victims."

"So, someone has to buy those bamboo utensils, right?"

He glanced at the wealthy gentry and said, "Think about it carefully, where will the imperial envoy named Zhang sell so many bamboo utensils produced by the Chief Steward's Mansion?"

One of the middle-aged gentry with a headband said, "It must be that there are no counties and counties around the River East Road that were affected by the disaster."

"good."

Chen Ran nodded slightly, and said, "Zhang Dun sold things to the surrounding areas of Hedong Road. It is most likely that there are no people from the affected counties."

"After all, the distance is close."

As he spoke, he waved to the housekeeper standing outside the hall, and said, "Housekeeper, go get a map."

The housekeeper made a promise, and not long after, a cloth map was spread out on the table in front of Chen Ran in the hall.

Pointing at the map, Chen Ran said in a deep voice, "The west of Hedong Road is Guannei Road, and the east is Hebei Road."

"The bamboo utensils produced by the chief manager's mansion are designated to be sold in these two places."

"So, we're going to preemptively strike."

"Guan Nei Dao and Hebei Dao, you and I have old acquaintances, they are rich merchants in the two places, and only they can eat the bamboo utensils in the hands of the Chief Manager's Mansion."

Speaking of this, Chen Ran slapped the table heavily with his palm, stared at everyone, and said loudly: "Send a letter immediately... No, send someone over there immediately, find them, and don't buy those bamboo utensils."

"The bamboo utensils in the Chief Manager's Mansion can't be sold, they just moved the stones by themselves and smashed their feet!"

More than a dozen gentry looked solemn, stood up one after another, cupped their hands, turned and walked away quickly.

Sitting in the hall, Chen Ran exhaled a long breath, looked up at the sky outside the hall, his expression was still dignified.

This Zhang Dun is a hundred times more difficult than he thought, why can't he deal with him!

----

Time flies like a white horse, fifteen days, all of a sudden.

In fifteen days, more and more victims of the disaster flocked to Jinyang County and came to the General Manager's Mansion.

The original dozens of houses had been expanded to [-] due to the increasing number of people.