Song Beiyun probably knew why powerful ministers appeared. Powerful ministers never appeared suddenly, but became bigger and stronger step by step. Most people who can become powerful ministers are not eye-catching at the beginning, and may even be a small character who can be rubbed by others.

But this little character uses his advantages in all aspects to continuously expand his sphere of influence. After others can react, this little thing has become a mountain-like giant beast.

Just like now, Song Beiyun is sitting at the bottom of the city gate and setting up a stall with a poster hanging next to it, and he clearly stated that he wanted to recruit craftsmen.

Under the city gate, welcoming and seeing off, countless people saw Song Beiyun, but no matter whether they were from the Shilin or the imperial officials, everyone regarded this guy as a joke.

If you solve a few puzzles, you can hire a high salary. The craftsmen are still hired. What can craftsmen do? What can they do? They also say that they are hiring a lot. This is purely a fool.

Just like those scholars don’t appreciate him, although there are many craftsmen in Jinling City, no one comes up to apply for the job. Song Beiyun is not in a hurry. He just sits there without saying a word. No matter who asks questions, he just points to the poster coldly.

People who are illiterate naturally have no chance, and scholars obviously look down on these dusty craftsmen and will not explain them.

After sitting in the cold wind for a day, even the commander of the City Defense Department came to persuade Song Beiyun, but he was still unmoved.

Until night fell, he ordered his subordinates to collect the stall and go home to rest. But he came again the next morning, and he still had the same posture, that was the poster.

Of course, the ending was still not a single person, but Song Beiyun seemed to have become the laughing stock of the people in the city's martial arts world. He became the biggest laughing stock of these people when they gathered. Even some officials in the court privately joked that Song Beiyun was crazy.

But just early in the morning of the third day, when Song Beiyun sat there again and started recruiting, a man of twenty-five or six years old walked forward with a wooden box on his back and asked proudly: "Is this letter serious? Can you get fifty coins of money by solving such puzzles?"

"You understand." Song Beiyun threw his seal on the table: "Can I still lie to you?"

The man walked up and picked up a few things on the table and looked at them carefully for a while: "Just take this off?"

Song Beiyun nodded.

The man smiled and looked at Lord Song like a fool. He took out a chisel and a file from the wooden box behind him, and started to twitch.

Song Beiyun's question is a very simple practical question for turning. This is a screw with a thread. The nut cannot be turned off at the top, and the lower end has artificially flattened the screws, making it impossible to use brute force to get the nut off.

The man stood there, squatting the screws little by little, and from time to time he used a chisel to pull it off. After a while, he took off the nut from the top.

Song Beiyun took the screw and looked at it for a while, and found that he did not destroy the screw as it was. He just filed the place of the thread into an oval shape, and the deformation was also corrected, so the nut could easily turn it off from the top.

If you look closely, he even repaired the silk patterns in the nuts, and his craftsmanship can be said to be advanced in this era.

"sure."

"The trick of the devil, the Mohist technique." The man smiled and then stretched out his hand to Song Beiyun: "Money."

Song Beiyun didn't talk nonsense to him, and counted fifty knots from the box and slapped them in his hands. The man left happily and didn't even mention the recruitment.

But because of the first person to try it out, many people immediately came up and started to try to unlock puzzles. Those puzzles, including carpenters, turning workers, and fitters, although they are all more than the syllabus, but they are all within the scope of acceptance.

More and more people took away fifty coins of money, and the questions left behind became more and more difficult. However, Song Beiyun's reputation as a fool is even more famous. Many scholars come to see his excitement.

After a while, the stalls that were originally deserted for two days suddenly became lively. More and more people wanted to come over and try it out, but Song Beiyun didn't care at all. He would give money if he could untie it, which was very refreshing. Not only that, he would even draw pictures on the spot to supplement it, and there were also calculations for people to calculate the height of the city gate, such as when Zhang San and Li Si would meet each other, such as two waterways in the field, one would release water and the other would release water when it would be empty, such as Xiaohong chased the cow, and the cow would run for a quarter of an hour first, etc.

It’s very simple to solve the problem. People who get the money usually leave, but this is not important. Song Beiyun never stops him, but he still sits there and continues to fiddle with the small objects in his hand and creates new questions.

This kind of money-giving behavior made people laugh a lot. Those scholars can be said to be laughing, and the news finally spread to the big house.

"He, he, he, he..." Zhao Xing stuttered when he heard Simingsi's report: "What's he doing?"

"Official family... don't worry about him. If he doesn't make trouble, he will be protected by his ancestors." Lao Wang sighed beside him: "I think this guy is just bored at home and has some fun."

"Hey... I owe it." Zhao Xing shook his head and said, "Go with him and go with him, Wang Fan, follow me on the street to play for a while at night."

"I'll go and prepare now."

Of course, it is not only Zhao Xing who knows this situation, but Zhao Xiang naturally knows it too. He was having a long chat with several old friends at home, and some people mentioned what Song Beiyun is doing these days.

"Let Xiaohong chase the cows, let the paddy fields release water while entering the water. The world is so funny, hahahahaha..."

"I don't know what's wrong. I'm afraid this guy is crazy."

Hearing these talks, even serious people like Zhao Xiang couldn't help laughing: "He said he was pretending to be crazy but sold real money. He said he was ridiculous, but he was all inconspicuous things, and he didn't know what he wanted."

In this way, Song Beiyun spread throughout Jinling City because he became a fool overnight. No one was willing to really care about him, for fear of being infected with this guy's evil spirit. Even Zhao Xing sneered at this.

But there was only one person who was so anxious that he screamed at home. This person's name was Yan Shu...

"This dog thing!" Yan Shu took a deep breath: "If it weren't for the cold weather in the past few days, could those people still make money?"

Yan Shu's wife comforted her, "Official, you should take care of your body first... Don't think about these things."

"No, I want to go and have a look! I feel uncomfortable if the money doesn't fall into my pocket."

"Official..."

Seeing Yan Shu running out with illness, Miss Zhao just shook her head and sighed, while the maid next to her just smiled and said, "Go with the master. You have been so idle that you have been more than once these days."

"This official is really unpredictable."

When Yan Shu came to Song Beiyun's stall with red eyes, he lifted up his sleeves and said, "I have to give you money to make money today!"

"Don't panic." Song Beiyun raised his eyes and looked at him, sneering: "I'll give you a question, you solved it, all the money in this box is yours."

"You come out!"

Yan Shu loves money and loves to show off. Song Beiyun didn’t know about this, but of course he couldn’t let this guy win money, so he asked his subordinates to take three bowls on the table, pointing to the bowl and saying, “There are three bowls facing up on the table. Each time you have to turn the second one, you can put them all three bowls for me.”

"Ha? I made you look down on others! Today I will let you see it." Yan Shujian was such a simple question and immediately started to try it out: "Go away, I'm making money."

Song Beiyun asked him to go aside, and Xiao Song continued to entertain those craftsmen. Today was the third day, and there were no one who signed up the day before, but on the fourth day, more than ten people had registered their names, which was considered to be admitted. Judging from the situation, it was probably more than 30 people today, which seemed to be more than Song Beiyun's expectations. Thousands of people were considered to be in vain.

He worked until the sun set, but Yan Shu was still struggling with the three bowls beside him. Seeing his sweaty look, Song Beiyun chuckled: "How is it, the wind and cold are cured, right?"

"Don't talk! It's almost done." Yan Shu was extremely focused: "I don't believe it yet!"

Song Beiyun was not in a hurry, and sat there crossed his legs and waited for the guy to tossing there. But until it was completely dark, the city defense army began to change defenses, but Yan Shu still couldn't solve the puzzle.

"Hello."

Song Beiyun shouted, but what he received was Yan Shu's eyes like a hungry wolf: "Why!"

“Why?”

"Why can't you..." Yan Shu was a little discouraged: "I've tried thousands of times, but there is always a bowl that can't be turned over."

"Of course." Song Beiyun stood up and snapped his fingers and ordered people to close the stall: "It can't be turned out at all. Don't say ten thousand times, you can't turn it here all your life."

Yan Shu's expression was immediately dull. After a moment of silence, he rushed towards Song Beiyun with his teeth and claws: "Song Zhidu! I'm fighting with you!!!"

The end result was that he was pressed on the table and slapped the table with great force, and admitted defeat calmly...

"If you are really smart, you should know from the moment you open your mouth that you can't turn it out at all." Song Beiyun looked at Yan Shu like a garbage look: "Stinky shit."

Yan Shu's face was flushed and hesitated for a while: "I thought..."

"Do you think the questions I have answers, right?" Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "In this world, not everything has answers. Let's go and eat something."

"You're the job."

"I know, I know, you guys are getting more and more stingy." Song Beiyun sighed: "It's obvious that his family is rich."

"That won't work. Now I've become a family and become the head of the family. I can spend some money without spending it. Anyway, you have money, and you'll just eat yours."

Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Those three bowls..."
Chapter completed!