Great Tang’s Unparalleled National Teacher

Sure enough, Cheng Yaojin heard these words very useful. He glanced at the crowd and acted as a leader, arrogantly saying, "How is everyone sawing? Put all the wooden slats in your hand. Collect it, and then show Feng'zi if it can be used? Otherwise, his mother will be wilted after a while."

I have to say that Old Cheng still has some leadership gazes, knowing to take a little bit first. Give Zhang Feng a look.

Everyone glanced at Cheng Yaojin contemptuously, and picked up the wooden slats in front of them. It’s not that they were afraid of Cheng Yaojin. They were all workers in the forging workshop. I simply didn’t know who was in front of him. Who, where's the fear? Only when they heard this guy talking about the dean, they thought it made sense, so they listened to this, otherwise, who cares what he puts.

The wooden slats were placed in front of Zhang Feng. He glanced at it, held it in his hand and gestured a few times to confirm that there was no problem, and then said: "There is nothing wrong with the wooden slats, and basically Enough, everyone first stop working."

Everyone stopped the saw in their hands and looked at Zhang Feng seriously.

Zhang Feng glanced at the crowd and continued: "Next, continue to the next process, you go find some dry firewood."

After that, he looked towards Alkinnon:" You go find some silk thread, it must be thicker."

After that, everyone left one after another and went to do their own work.

Cheng Yaojin rubbed his hands and looked at Zhang Feng expectantly: "Feng'zi, what do I need to do?"

He is going to steal the teacher, and now is the key At the moment, naturally he is not willing to be idle.

Zhang Feng seems to have seen him through, laughed: "Or, can you pick up some dry wood? I will use it later."

Pick up dry wood?

Cheng Yaojin corner of mouth twitching.

I'm here to steal the teacher, okay?

Let me pick firewood?

How is this possible?

both of his hands hug, twitched his lips: "Didn’t someone go? I’m waiting here."

Zhang Feng naturally knew that this guy didn’t want to go. Didn't care so much, slightly smiled, and smoked a cigarette again.

It’s the Zhangsun Chong guys who are a little uncomfortable. They sit together, looking at each other’s hands, trying to pick up the blisters with a saw, just like the scene of baboons looking for lice on each other. .

Zhang Feng, who was watching, laughed, and almost choked his throat when he smoked.

Not long after, Alkinnon came back with silk thread: "Dean, I have brought things."

Zhang Feng nodded, asked: "Boiled beef glue. How's it going?"

"It's going to be a while, that stuff is too difficult, it won't be turned away for a while."

Alkinnon was a little embarrassed, he thought it was those The workers did not work hard.

"It’s okay."

Zhang Feng waved his hand and smoked a cigarette, but didn’t care: "Although it’s okay, the longer it lasts, the better it will be. It becomes more viscous."

Things like cow glue must be used as soon as they are out of the pot, otherwise they will stick together very quickly. It has the same properties as glutinous rice, but it is stronger than glutinous rice. It will stick into a ball, can't be torn apart, it's comparable to super glue.

Alkinnon doesn’t know these things. He just took a look at the hole just now, and laughed: "The dean said it’s good. I’ll look at it just now, and it’s still cooking very well. I guess it will take a while."

tone barely fell, the workers have returned in small groups, and they all held dry wood in their hands and stacked them next to the wooden slivers. One of them asked: "The dean , What should I do now?"

Zhang Feng glanced at the crowd: "Light the firewood, and then put these wooden slivers on the fire to make a bow."

The wood is relatively hard, and if it is broken, it will break. Putting it on the fire will evaporate the water in it and help shape it.

When Cheng Yaojin saw Zhang Feng speaking, he volunteered to rush to help everyone. Cheng Chumo naturally didn't want to go, so how could the dirty things make him condescend as a Cheng Family Eldest Young Master? However, the old man's murderous eyes had to make him surrender, and he was still unwilling to help.

Zhangsun Chong is also clever. When he saw Old Cheng had gone, he quickly followed him. Anyway, he made up his mind. As long as Old Cheng does what he does, he will do it. If he doesn’t believe it, he can’t learn anything. At worst, I work for Feng'zi, but I don’t lose money anyway.

Zhang Feng is naturally happy to see the result. He has more power. Anyway, he is not at a loss, and he is not afraid of stealing the teacher to learn art. After all, it is not easy to learn, so he is generous. Fang's command of the people to operate.

"You, you will make the fire good."

"Old Cheng is strong, ready to put the wooden sticks on the fire, and then make it into a bow shape, and Iron Ox, You fucking don’t be lazy here, you go too."

"Du Gou, go pick them up sticks."

After everything is arranged, Zhang Feng clicks on one A cigarette, sitting and inhaling slowly, feeling that everything has nothing to do with him.

Anyway, he has already assigned things to these guys, and he also said the way. Whether he can do well with these guys, he doesn’t worry about these guys doing things, after all, it’s all What they do for them, they are impossible to harm themselves.