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28 Heart Ape

"Cutting lumber, birds chirping and chirping. They come out of the deep valley and move to the trees. Chirping makes its singing, and seeks its friend's voice. The other bird is still begging for a friend's voice. It's a pity, but don't you seek friends?" The strong man is half naked, with oily skin and sweating profusely. While reciting the poems, he raises an ax to chop off the forked branches of the green sandalwood tree and peel off the cracked bark. It is a scene of hard work of a woodcutter in the mountains.

However, Mr. Li saw the corners of his eyes twitching.

Although the green sandalwood tree is tall, what he wants is not the whole trunk, but some branches and bark to maintain the "sustainable development". After finding the most basic material collection work, I still have to do it.

For his personal safety, Li Xian had no choice but to keep an eye on him every step of the way.

Take a big ax to cut small twigs, the skill is clumsy and the strength is heavy, and from time to time a big branch will be chopped down, it is really a bad tree.Pick it, pick it, and sing it, sing it, sing it, look at your son, what does it mean to look shy?Have you never read the Book of Songs when you are a son?It's just a song about birds seeking a bosom friend and people seeking a friend. How can it be sung with such desire and dissatisfaction?

Is it too much tonic soup, full of blood and overflowing essence?Or this animal really should have snapped the knife to cut off the roots of the dust.

While watching Zhong Er's work, Li Xian secretly slandered, thinking of this and that, she couldn't help showing a wicked smile.

Anu was looking back, and hurriedly turned his head and threw the ax... only to hear, there was a muffled click, and the lush old tree that had been around for more than twenty years finally couldn't support it anymore under the ravages of the ax, and creaked hoarsely. will fall down.

"Get out of the way! The tree has fallen!" Li Xian's face changed drastically, and he roared, before he had time to rush up, Zheng Qing, who was on the side, suddenly jumped up to save people.

Fortunately, although Zhong Er's legs were not flexible, he was still very alert. When he saw something bad, he hopped on one leg and jumped sideways. When Zheng Qing ran to his side, boom!With a sound, the big tree fell miserably to the side, and Zhong Er was grinning awkwardly at Li Xian, and shouted: "Master, this, this tree is a bit uncut!"

Even if there was a guy like Zhong Er who wanted to help but didn't intend to make trouble, according to Mr. Li's precise prescription, the paper-making process was still done slowly.

Choose uniform green sandalwood branch bark, straw, plant ash and secret medicine to steam and cook together, then place it on a sunny hillside, sun it for half a day, and whiten it semi-naturally.

According to the oldest recipe, it is necessary to be exposed to the sun and rain, and use the natural power of the sun and the moon to refine whitening in the first ten months, but the masters can't wait for that long, and let Li Xian collect some weird things , such as red stone fat, cinnabar, stone gallbladder, etc., are mostly used by alchemists and priests for alchemy, and then they prepared copper, iron, graphite, porcelain stone crucibles, and pounded out several "bleaching medicines".

After the medicine was synthesized, Li Xian breathed a sigh of relief—these pills tasted very strange when mixed, and they were waiting to be manipulated—the boy Lin Quan quickly packed up all kinds of medicines, and Zhong Ke sighed: [You boy has something The potential of a chemist, under such primitive conditions, he can complete the formula experiment without making any mistakes. He is really a practical talent. You must know that a chemical experiment will blow up the house if you are not careful...]

Li Xian immediately frowned: "Your prescription is so dangerous, why do you let me do it!"

[Don't worry, this is not a Nobel experiment, it's just a small bleach formula, even if it's messed up, even if it gets a drop or two, it's just a bit of shame, what's the use of your thick skin worried? 】Zhong Ke also can't laugh or cry, what kind of dangerous experiment really is, not to mention that Li Xian is afraid, he doesn't dare to let the only anchor point take risks!

The raw materials also need to be crushed, soaked, fermented, and beaten. Of course, these operations can be done manually, but since there is a more convenient semi-mechanical method, Li Xian must try it. If it can be scaled up, the labor can be reduced a lot, and one Available all year round.

Although young and strong labor is extremely cheap at this time, it is only two meals a day and a few copper coins, but the nearby farmers with household registration and tenant farmers on the village only have leisure time to work when the farming is off, and there are only a dozen or so craftsmen. It's really not enough to put it out.If you recruit those refugees and beggars, you don't know the basics of people's hearts, and you are even more afraid of some kind of disease. If something happens, it is really too late to cry.

Make the drawing first, and the drawing first make the pen.

It's not difficult to come up with a hard pen, it's just a few procedures, but this simple matter of a few lines is tossing Zhuangzi up and down, and everyone is turned around like a spinning top by the eldest son , I wish I could have dozens of hours a day!

"Graphite and clay are ground into powder, mixed with water according to the XX ratio, shaped, calcined at a high temperature of 8001000-[-] degrees, and sandwiched between wooden poles."

Only then did Young Master Li realize that he had one more problem. If he couldn't finish what he wanted to do, he felt uncomfortable all over his body.Temporarily intending to make the pencil that Zhong Ke said was convenient for drawing and making tools, but in the end he found that the project was so huge, but he couldn't let it go.

Since this sum needs to be made, then make it!

What is the high temperature of 800 degrees?Zhong Daxian couldn't help him measure this matter, but he reminded that the temperature of the kiln for firing pottery is about 800900-[-] degrees.As long as there is one, Mr. Li gritted his teeth and gave an order to find a pottery kiln to burn the refills for me!

With a sad face, Old Zheng sent a dog to find a pottery kiln in a nearby village. Several people sent the thin gray strips called "pen refills" that they made overnight to the pottery kiln, and burned them for a few kilns. Burn out what the eldest son wants.

In other words, isn't the eldest son making paper?How did you get involved with alchemy and pharmaceuticals?What kind of red stone fat and cinnabar are the raw materials of dansan that madmen love to wear. Although he is uneducated, he lives in Kyoto and has seen several times when madmen wear san "crazy".commit a sin.

Although Old Zheng is Zheng's companion, he is not very familiar with the eldest son, let alone his confidant. Although his stomach is full of bitterness, but the son loves to make troubles, what can the servants do?Anyway, it's just a loss of some money. Is the Zheng family short of this money?

It's not easy for Master Xiang to know, if Master Xiang finds out that his young master is also making pills like Taoist alchemists, I'm afraid he will have another good fight.Fortunately, most of the dowry Zhuangzi were servants brought by Mrs. Zheng, and the craftsmen who came recently were sent by the uncle himself, and the young master was surrounded by close friends, so it would not be possible to sue for such a small complaint for a while.

Old Zheng was full of worries, but He Dacheng was overjoyed.

He held a long iron ruler, regarded it as a treasure, and measured it on the scale of the disciple's pillar, amazed.

Zhuzi stretched out his head curiously, but he didn't see anything unusual about the new black iron ruler, so he asked, "Master, this ruler is not necessarily finer than the old one you gave me, nor is it carved How come you treat a flower like a treasure?"

"You know what a fart!" He Dacheng slapped the silly apprentice on the back of the head with a big slap, hating iron for not being steel!

His apprentice was not hired by others to do hard work, he was beaten and starved but had to pay wages, Zhu Zi was the son of his younger brother who died young, and although he was not adopted after receiving him, he did plan to inherit his mantle, but no one Not very clever, doing some stupid jobs is okay, but finer jobs will make you blind.He Dacheng brought his nephew to Mr. Li's place, also thinking about finding some opportunities for the child to make further progress.

Looking at it now, it is difficult for this silly boy to want the young master to appreciate him!

He Dacheng pointed to the notch on the new iron ruler patiently, and carefully explained: "Look at the scale, how is it different from the old ruler?"

The pillar glanced back and forth ignorantly, before carefully asking after a while: "It seems to be more precise, and there is not much difference in size between the scales, as if the distance is the same from head to toe?"

He Dacheng was very relieved, and nodded happily, oh, it seems that he is not so stupid.

"That's right on point."

Since ancient times, craftsmen have been skillful from generation to generation, and there are countless fine carvings and superb skills.But no matter how skilled the craftsman is, if he wants to make two identical things without any difference, it will take a lot of effort. If he wants to make three, five or even more identical things, it will take a lot of energy. Instead of adding a few, but doubling the increase, it may not be possible to make so many of the same things.

Because of the different raw materials of the two-handed objects, it is difficult to be the same, and it is even more difficult for different craftsmen to make the same thing exactly the same, with no difference in size.

In the past, he didn't know the reason, he knew it but he didn't know the reason, but it was the ruler who stared at him and made it, piercing the most simple and true reason-the measurement is different!

The ruler is long and the inch is short.It is not only a metaphor, but also a little bit of truth - the size is different.

This has been the case for thousands of years. How long is a foot and how short is an inch? Craftsmen are just making their own rulers according to the official rulers. The "standard rulers" are not the same. Loss is inevitable.The young master even talked about thermal expansion and cold contraction, what material density is different, and everyone has different standards, so how can we make things of the same size?

The young master used the newly made wooden pen to draw strokes on the iron ruler blank, and asked him to make a "standard ruler".

Although He Dacheng didn't dare to show it on his face before, he still held contempt in his heart. What kind of craftsman does a rich and well-clothed young master know?But seeing all the weird but useful things being made one by one under his guidance, the surprise in my heart is like a wave pushing the tide, and I am terrified every moment.When the Eldest Young Master showed his true kung fu of drawing scales with freehand hands, He Dacheng, a craftsman, was so shocked that he was numb, and he just wanted to bow his head and ask, "Master?"Are you the reincarnation of Lu Ban? !

Listening to the young master, using this consistent ruler, coupled with other secret methods, can even reproduce the "assembly line" construction method of Qin Huang's Armory Workshop back then!Although he doesn't quite understand what the "assembly line" construction method is, he knows people well, and he knows that what the celestial son proposed must be a powerful thing. As long as he can lead Lao He to learn this secret method, the craftsman in this life will also Not in vain.

It’s just that the lame Anu can’t do delicate work, and he doesn’t know how to do craftsman’s work. Apart from being strong, he has no advantage. , he took it with him every step of the way, even when he smashed fortifications from time to time, he never punished him a bit.

Tut tut tut!City folks have really weird tastes.

It's not that the lame Anu doesn't know how the craftsmen and servants look at him, but why does he care about these?The only thing he cared about was that other than his own family members.

Getting along day and night these days, Zhong Er also slowly tested the bottom line of his son.

What Ah Xian valued the most was his own body. One day he didn't drink medicine and soup properly, he would stare at his round puppy-like eyes, stomp his feet and curse at others in anger, and refused to hurt him even a single hair.Every time the leg injury is checked, if it is a minute and a half better, Ah Xian's eyes will be crooked with laughter, like a puddle of autumn water, and like a cat that has stolen dried fish, making people want to lick their fur.

Thinking about it, Zhongheng couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth like drinking sweets.He really didn't know how to repay such deep friendship and good friend.The current strategy is to learn as much as possible, learn those weird things that Ah Xian really likes, I only hope that I can help him a little bit in the future.

[I always feel that General Zhong seems to have misunderstood something, what do you guys think? ]

[cut!There is a thief in the heart, and the horse is hard to tie. ]