After solving the farming problems and obtaining Huang Daopo's weaving skills, Zhao Lang was still in a good mood.

Zhao Lang had seen Huang Daopo's textile skills in history books.

The requirements for raw materials are not high, and the technical requirements for personnel are not very high either.

But it can greatly increase the speed and quantity of textiles.

It is the crystallization of ancient textile technology.

Coupled with the curved shaft plow, the most basic farming and weaving in the world do not require much investment.

will be greatly improved.

This is the power of technology.

Now he needs to find a better carpenter. If he wants to mass-produce these things in the future, he will need more manpower.

A little irritable.

"Are we going to Xianyang again?"

Zhao Lang frowned and thought, now he is a little resistant to Xianyang City.

Anyone who goes there twice and suffers two nameless disasters will feel a little uncomfortable.

"Let's go check out the blacksmith's progress first, and wait until the plow comes out to check the situation."

Arriving at the small courtyard at the edge of Zhuangzi, blacksmith Wang Tiezhu was leading his men to knock on the door.

When Zhao Lang saw it, he was already building a plowshare. It was going very fast.

"Master, you are here."

Wang Tiezhu said with a simple and honest smile.

"Well, come here and take a look. You don't have to worry about me. Just keep doing your work."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said.

"Okay."

Wang Tiezhu responded, and as expected, he ignored Zhao Lang and honestly led his people to build things.

Zhao Lang looked at Honest Bajiao Wang Tiezhu for a while, thinking about something.

While waiting for the other party to hit the iron, he said,

"Tie Zhu, I think you are not young anymore and there is no one at home. Why don't you go to Zhuangzi and settle down."

"If you and any girl from Zhuangzi are in love, I will definitely make it happen for you."

Wang Tiezhu laughed naively at this time and said,

"Thank you, Master. Everything is going well in Zhuangzi. I am willing to stay."

"It's just that I still have an old master who has no children. I wonder if I can take him over?"

Speaking of this matter, Wang Tiezhu was a little embarrassed, as if he felt that he had taken advantage of Zhao Lang.

So I added,

"Don't worry, although my master is old and can't make iron, he can be a good carpenter."

"I definitely won't live and eat for free."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang's eyes suddenly lit up. Is there a master?

good!

No children yet?

Even better!

Still a good carpenter?

It couldn't be better!

He was just thinking about how to keep the person on Zhuangzi, so he handed him over to the other party's iron-making method.

It was impossible to let the other party leave like this. Fortunately, the other party was also very sensible and stayed in this yard every day. Even Zhuangzi never went out.

"Tie Zhu, I'm not telling you, how can you let the old man stay alone?"

"Hurry and get me to Zhuangzi."

Zhao Lang didn't give the other party any chance to refuse. He directly asked for the address and sent someone to pick him up.

In this way, iron smelting, curved shaft plowing, and improved textile technology were finally achieved.

Zhao Lang suddenly felt very good,

"Tie Zhu, don't worry, you will all receive the same treatment, and the elderly will also receive it."

After Zhao Lang left, Wang Tiezhu still looked honest and honest, and just said to himself,

"He is very wary and wants to use people as hostages. He is not a good person."

But soon he showed another smile,

"If you are not a good person, you will not die so easily."

"Now it depends on Juzi's decision."

At this time, a servant came in and brought a pot of water.

"Brother blacksmith, take a good rest."

Wang Tiezhu said with a smile,

"Thank you."

It's night.

Zhao Lang finished drawing the drawing of the textile machine in Huang Daopo's textile technique, stretched out, and got up to go back to the dormitory of the four of them.

This drawing is relatively confidential, and he couldn't have drawn it in that four-person dormitory.

There was a knock on the door,

"Son."

It is a source of wealth.

After entering the door, Wangcai said skillfully,

"Young Master, there is nothing unusual at Young Master Gao's side today. We are just taking Young Master Hai to treat his injuries."

"Damn it, they are training diligently and often looking for Mr. Wang. It seems they want to win the competition with Young Master Gao and the others in a few days."

Zhao Lang listened with his eyes closed. After Wangcai finished talking, he returned.

"Wangcai, you still need to learn the calligraphy as soon as possible. It will be much more convenient to report by letter in the future."

"Those talented servants in Zhuangzi cannot relax and study except watching the situation in Zhuangzi."

"In the future, I will remove your slave status for all of you."

Wangcai said with a smile at this time,

"Young master, we are not as smart and motivated as killing them, so we think it is good to guard Zhuangzi."

Zhao Lang smiled and said,

"When you know how big the world is in the future, you won't think so."

"By the way, is there anything unusual at the blacksmith's side?"

Wangcai shook his head,

"No, the blacksmith has been staying in the yard since he entered the village."

"Oh, there are always two pigeons in his yard for some reason. He teases them every day to relieve his boredom."

"Pigeon?"

Zhao Lang frowned slightly, as if he thought of something,

"That's okay. Wait for the blacksmith's master to come over and arrange things properly. Don't neglect it."

"Yes, sir."

Wangcai closed the door and left, leaving Zhao Lang alone in the room.

Zhao Lang opened a piece of cloth with some names written on it.

This was the original young servant in Zhuangzi, a real family-born son whose fate could be decided by Zhao Lang with just one word.

At the top of the list, there are two characters in block letters:

cobweb.

However, this network is still very weak now and can only give him the information on Zhuangzi.

A night of silence.
To be continued...