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After dinner, Li Yin left the table and Feng Sanxi invited several managers to the side room.

The tenants in the village cleaned up the dishes together with the common people who came to eat. They gave you a free meal and it was very lucrative, so you couldn't just do nothing.

Li Yin doesn't have to worry about the business in the farm, otherwise she would be exhausted to death.

"Xiaochun, are there any craftsmen willing to come to the village?"

Zhuangzi was short of people, especially craftsmen of all kinds. She would have to come up with many blueprints in the future, and she couldn't always ask outsiders to help make tools.

It’s not that they are afraid that the technology leakage will cause the women to lose money, but they are afraid that the technology leakage will affect the interests of others and cause trouble that should not be caused.

Xiaochun shook his head: "The local chefs are not short of money and are unwilling to settle down in the village. However, there is a foreign chef who said that as long as he can settle down and teach his children to recognize a few words, he is willing to come, but he... has a scar on his face."

Having scars on the face is a big problem these days, but in Li Yin's eyes, it's no big deal.

"There's no signpost over there!" Li Yin frowned: "What's your name? Where are you from?"

"My name is Wang Dahai, and I'm from Bianzhou, Henan Province."

Bianzhou is rich!

But it doesn't prevent the poor from dying.

"Okay." Li Yin took Xiaochun and walked quickly towards the stable. She wanted to take a look in person.

In the early Zhenguan period, floods hit Henan and Shandong for three consecutive years, and countless victims fled to Xi'an. It was impossible for the government to open up roads for them.

Later, Li Shimin worked diligently and conscientiously to appease the people in time, so there were not too many refugees outside the city of Chang'an.

According to Xiaochun, three years after the flood, Wang Dahai's wife and children died one after another. Heartbroken, he brought his only remaining child to Chang'an. Because he had no pass, he could only hide in the slums on the outskirts of the city and do small jobs for a living.

In the slums, what catches your eye are rows of low earthen houses of varying sizes.

Those who are better off have roofs made of wood and tiles, while half of the people cannot even afford to build a house and just make do with a wooden shed.

Li Yin saw it.

The two of them were walking on the muddy path, leading the horses. A few little heads popped out from behind the doors of the houses they passed by, but were pushed back by the adults at home.

The fine clothes and the BMW are obviously not from their place.

The children are curious and the adults are afraid. The government officials are keeping a close eye on this place and they cannot offend even a woman.

"How far is it?"

"Master, it's right in front." Chunxiao led the way and turned a corner, where a dilapidated wooden shed appeared.

Xiaochun went forward and knocked on the wooden board.

"Mr. Wang, it's me, Li Xiaochun from the village."

After a few rustlings behind the board, a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion moved the board away. He was thin and hunched, with gray-black hair tied casually behind his head and a three-inch centipede-like scar on his face.

It was cold in March and the man was only wearing a linen shirt.

Wang Dahai turned around and motioned for the two to come in.

The shed was relatively clean. There was a wooden bed on the side, and a large locked wooden box next to the bed. On it were a lifelike wooden sculpture of a rabbit and half a cold black bread. There were four wooden stakes under the box to prevent it from being gnawed by insects and mice in the ground.

There was also a wooden barrel and a wooden basin in the room, with a towel draped over the edge of the basin.

Opposite the bed was a low wooden table with a small iron pot and two wooden bowls on it. Beside the table were two hastily made wooden stools. In the corner were piles of wood and a half-finished chair.

But Li Yin's gaze was not here. She was mainly looking at the doll in the corner of the bed, which was wrapped in a quilt with only a pair of eyes showing.

Wang Dahai unconsciously moved in front of the doll, blocking Li Yin's view.

"Sir, please take a seat." Wang Dahai silently looked at the two crudely made small stools beside the table.

Li Yin also looked at the two small stools, then sat down silently.

The stool tilted.

Yeah, this craft...

After sitting down, Xiaochun introduced Li Yin's identity.

"Mr. Wang, I heard from Xiaochun that you used to run a shop in Bianzhou?"

Wang Dahai looked at Li Xiaochun, then at Li Yin.

He understood that this young owner was really in charge.

"Yes, I used to be a Mingzi craftsman in Bianzhou, with three apprentices." Wang Dahai saw Li Yin and the other person sitting down, so he sat down on the bed. Before his butt touched the bed, he jumped up as if there was fire.

Oh my! How come I am taller than two adults just by sitting on the bed?

"..." Li Yin understood: "It's okay, please sit down quickly!"

Seeing that Li Yin looked normal, Wang Dahai sat down halfway with trembling hands on his knees.

Ming Zijiang is really amazing.

You don't have to serve in the military, just work for the government-run handicraft industry for three months every year, and you'll be paid.

"Mr. Wang, do you have any finished products?"

Wang Dahai nodded, opened the large locked wooden box, took out a square wooden box about one foot high from it, and opened it.

A palm-sized palace appeared before our eyes.

Li Yin held the small palace in her hands and observed it carefully.

"A total of 73 types of mortise and tenon joints were used. Amazing and ingenious! Engineer Wang's skills are considered top-notch in the world!"

"Xiaochun, come and take a look too."

Li Yin handed the small palace to Li Xiaochun. As the eldest girl by her side, she couldn't be ignorant of everything, and she expected her to be her assistant in the future.

You don't have to study it thoroughly, just mention one, two or three common ones, and that way others won't dare to cheat you.

Wang Dahai blushed a little when he was praised, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

He is in too poor health to go back to Bianzhou. He fled in a hurry and the government did not give him a pass, which means he has lost his household registration.

"Mr. Wang, look at this picture. Can you understand it?"

Li Yin took out a blueprint from her bosom, which was the hand-pulled loom of later generations, but the jacquard faucet inside was still the pattern of the Hualou loom.

Half an hour later.

"Yeah, I see!"

"Great! It's really great! If we can make it, the weaving efficiency will at least double!"

Wang Dahai shouted excitedly.

Li Yin breathed a sigh of relief. She had shown the blueprint to everyone in the village, and it would take the fastest an hour to figure out part of the structure.

And Wang Dahai figured it all out in just half a minute, worthy of being a master craftsman.

"Mr. Wang, are you willing to take an apprentice?"

"Of course." Wang Dahai nodded. Once he entered the manor, he belonged to it. He couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse either.

Then Li Yin asked Wang Dahai about some of his needs, negotiated them, and prepared to leave.

"You guys pack up today. Xiaochun will bring people to help you move tomorrow morning."

After the two men left, Wang Erya pulled her head out of the quilt.

"Oh my god, the owner of the manor is really a woman! She looks so small!" he said in an amazed tone.

"I heard she's not even fourteen yet."

"Only six years older than me!" Wang Erya counted on her fingers: "Aye, do you think they will accept me tomorrow when they see that I am a girl?"

When his father explained the situation, he only said there was a baby, but did not say it was a girl.

Afraid that people would not want a girl who can only eat, cannot work, and wants to get married.

"Aye, how about I dress up as a man?"