Chapter 21 Yun Zhao's invitation

Zhang Chunliang disconnected the mechanism, and the rotating hydraulic lathe slowly stopped rotating.

Use a brush to brush off the iron filings inside the barrel, use a caliper to measure the inner diameter of the barrel, then unload the chuck and lift the barrel with a thick hemp rope to remove it from the lathe.

He placed it upright on the wooden shelf. The wooden shelf had three fulcrums. He moved the fulcrum with his hand and found that each fulcrum was bearing the load, so he felt relieved.

If there is a fulcrum that cannot bear the load, the cannon barrel will be slightly deformed after being placed on the two fulcrums for a long time.

Zhang Chunliang never allowed the cannon barrels that came from his own hands to have flaws.

There is no problem with the previous two hundred and sixty-two gun barrels, so there will be no problem with the next one and even the future gun barrels.

The workshop was too stuffy and hot, and as soon as I moved, my whole body was soaked with sweat.

After lifting the kettle and filling it with cold boiled water, my sweat became more and more. After this wave of hot sweating, my body suddenly became much cooler.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and I just sat down and was extremely sleepy.

The forging hammers in the distance were still ringing endlessly, which means that no new gun barrel has been forged yet.

After sleeping in a daze for a while, he was pushed to wake up. He looked over in a daze. The workshop manager stood in front of him, and Zhang Chunliang's sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

"Who is in charge, is there a new life?"

He Liang smiled and looked at Zhang Chunliang with his hands clasped his fists and said, "Congratulations, congratulations."

Zhang Chunliang smiled and said, "Has the wage increased?"

He Liang said: "It's a bit promising. You already have the highest craftsman's work and your family is well-off. Why can't you get money every day?"

Zhang Chunliang said: "If you don't have money, please let me drink the northwest wind. We are just a group of coolies. Apart from money, what else can we expect?"

He Liang frowned and said, "Where is your labor medal?"

Zhang Chunliang said angrily: "The copper is not gold."

He Liang shook his head regretfully and said, "The good thing is given to the dog."

Zhang Chunliang said: "Don't fool me with junk in the future. It's better to see if I work hard. It's better to raise some wages than those stupid things."

He Liang said angrily: "You deserve to be a coolie for the rest of your life."

Zhang Chunliang said: "I am a coolie."

He Liang sighed to the sky: "The way of heaven is unfair."

As he spoke, he stuffed an invitation in his hand into Zhang Chunliang's hand and said depressedly: "The county master invites you to come to Chang'an City next September to discuss the plan!"

As soon as He Liang said something, Zhang Chunliang's hand trembled, and the invitation fell from his hand like a red iron piece.

Looking at the invitation that fell to the ground, Zhang Chunliang said, "Why are it me, not you scholars?"

He Liang picked up the exquisite invitation from the ground and put it in Zhang Chunliang's hand and said, "You are the winner of the Lantian Labor Medal. You are qualified. I am just a manager and a scholar. I am not qualified to enter the palace and have a public business with you all in Lantian."

After saying that, He Liang left the workshop with some loss.

Zhang Chunliang murmured to himself as he looked at the exquisite invitation in his hand: "Let me be a coolie to discuss state affairs with my husbands. Isn't this harmful to me..."

Such invitations are of course of useless use when putting them in the hands of officials, but when placed in the hands of craftsmen and farmers, they become hot potatoes.

No one knows what to do, no one knows what they should say when they meet the husbands of the Lantian Zhengshi Hall, or they should step into the gate of the Zhengshi Hall with that foot...

Han Lingshan, Zhang Guozhu and others had long expected this situation to happen. They reminded Yun Zhao in a vague way, but Yun Zhao seemed very indifferent.

Always show a great spirit as expected.

The wheat in Lantian County has been harvested and millet has just been planted in the field. This is the interval between busy farming.

Peng Da, who came back from the vegetable field, had a bundle of sweet potato leaves hanging on his hoe. He was about to take it home and cook it with garlic paste. Just drink some wine to relieve the fatigue.

After coming out of the field, I washed my feet in the canal, put on my shoes and walked home swaying. I saw my own scalper eating grass by the canal, but my youngest son was missing.

The scalper had already eaten the whole stomach. Peng Da cursed and pulled up the cow's croaker and led the scalper home.

Nowadays, there are not many people in Lantian who are wholeheartedly serving crops like him. He looks down on those families who work for a little money.

When the disaster came, the first one to starve to death was these bastards who only recognized money but did not grow crops.

For this reason, he had a quarrel with his eldest son who wanted to go out to walk with the caravan yesterday.

The unfilial son actually said that he didn't want to find food in the land, and he wanted to make a lot of money.

Grandpa, my family has 26 acres of land and has harvested 6,000 kilograms of wheat, 1,000 kilograms of beans, more than 5,000 kilograms of potatoes, 400 kilograms of rapeseed and millet. How come such a good harvest cannot hold his heart?

The more Peng Da thought about it, the more sad he felt, and he couldn't help but sing: "The arms of the carrot and the legs of the white carrot, why can't you keep such a good place..."

The eldest son couldn't stop him. His incompetent uncle made a lot of money after years of leaving. This time, the wife at home also wanted her son to leave. Peng Da's words gradually became useless.

Seeing that he had arrived at the door of the house, he untied the cattle rope and the yellow cow didn't need to be driven away, he walked into the cow pen and lay obediently in the Hay Mountain, continuing to eat hay bite after bite.

Peng Da pushed open the door and saw a man in a blue shirt sitting under the eaves, shaking his fan and talking to his eldest son.

There was only one person who could sit under his roof so hard that his wife would be surrounded and serve him, that was, the baby sent from the academy would grow inside.

When the woman saw Peng Da come in, she hurriedly went up to him, took the hoe and sweet potato leaves from his shoulder, pointed to the young man under the eaves and said, "Zhou Lichang has been waiting for you for a long time."

Peng walked over with a big smile, sat on the steps and said, "Why did the inner manager think of coming to my house? He can't even invite him on weekdays."

Zhou Yuan, who was talking to his eldest son about Lantian City, smiled and said, "Your family is rich and you live carefully on weekdays. You are not a person who likes to make trouble. Wouldn't I disturb you to live a good life when I come to your house?

I won’t be here today.”

As he spoke, he stood up and bowed to Peng Da and said, "The county master invites Uncle Peng to Chang'an City in September next year to discuss the major events!"

While talking, he took out a beautiful invitation from his arms and handed it to Peng Da with both hands.

Peng Da is different from Zhang Chunliang. He has met Yun Zhao, and Yun Zhao has also come to his house, so he is not panicked. He took the invitation with both hands and said in confusion: "The county master invites me to discuss state affairs together? What do I know? What ideas can I give to the county master?"

Zhou Yuan looked at the gold-painted invitation in his hand enviously and said, "I don't know this, but there are no more than ten farmers in our Lantian County who have received such posts.

This time when selecting characters, Uncle Peng met all the requirements. First, you are a real farmer and a famous good-looking person.

Secondly, you are a team trainer and have entered the Qinling Mountains to fight with bandits.

Third, you have contributed more than 100,000 kilograms of grain to Lantian over the years.

From these three points, you are the most suitable candidate. Others basically don’t farm anymore and can’t be considered a farmer.”

Peng Da looked down at his invitation, then glanced at his son and said, "The county master wants me to go to Chang'an to have a drink?"

Zhou Yuan laughed and said, "The meeting time is not short, so there are naturally a few banquets in between."

"Have you hired the county magistrate who runs the caravan?"

"As far as I know, the businesses that can be invited by the county magistrate are all big businesses, and ordinary people may not be able to do it."

Peng Da laughed and said, "Look, even the county magistrate values ​​us farming people, and they are unwilling to farm. If there is a disaster, no one will give them any heat.

This time I met the county magistrate and didn’t say anything else, I would talk about the farmers’ unwillingness to farm.

Let the county magistrate clean up those bastards who don’t do good things. It is best to send them to Ningxia Town to farm, and you will know the benefits of farming in Lantian.

During the Great Disaster Year, there was no enough food. The county lord was so precious that when he arrived at my house, the county lord was about to cry.

I have always remembered this scene.

Without the farmer farming honestly, the world is nothing!”

Peng Da, who received the invitation, immediately changed another person, and taught his son and wife a lesson that he was particularly energetic.

Seeing that Peng Da looked like this, it was hard for Zhou Yuan to continue to stay. God knew that Peng Da was so excited that he would beat him up.

A small invitation caused a huge wave in Guanzhong.

Through these invitations, people can easily judge who Zun Yunzhao of Lantian County values ​​it.

Unfortunately, some wealthy landlords did not receive invitations, but some craftsmen, farmers, doctors, yamen runners, tax collectors, and merchants who did good deeds received the beautiful invitation.

"Discuss on state affairs together-"

What a great honor this is, why do so many poor people just get cheaper but don’t take them like the rich in mind?

When these rich people hurriedly squeezed together to discuss the situation they faced, they suddenly realized that not all the rich people were not invited, but they were not invited.

"Have you heard of the word proportion?"

The rich man who received the invitation carefully took out the invitation from his arms and placed it in front of everyone, shaking his fan to explain to these frightened companions why they did not receive the invitation.

"Didn't the county master send invitations to whom the family has more money this time? Do you know why farmers, craftsmen and merchants get the most invitations?"

Some smart rich people immediately said, "Because they have many people!"

The rich man who received the invitation closed the folding fan and pointed the rich man present with the folding fan and said, "That's right, count our number, then look at the number of farmers, craftsmen, and merchants. You will understand.

The county priest is preparing to give everyone a chance to speak out, this is a great kindness.”

"If there are too many poor people, we will be outnumbered."

"I'm right, but I'll tell you, where are the poor people from Lantian County now? There are no families who rely on our charity to survive.
Chapter completed!