Our Hometown

Chapter 36—The Vision Determines the Future

Yun Lang's voice is so loud.

So much so that the whole iron smelting workshop jumped, and people turned over.

The original dark paint workshop, the lights were ignited one after another, and countless people with irregular clothes hurried out of the house, and even the guards asked "Where are the thieves" with a knife in their bare buttocks.

The ugly Yong was terrified. Xiaolang, who had just been gentle, turned into a demon in an instant. A beautiful face became ghostly in the moonlight. Two double pupils that were originally made of ink paint were also emitting green light. There is a great desire to choose others.

Chou Yong hugged Yun Lang's waist with a crying voice, and dragged him into the room with force, while Yun Lang's two braved hands gripped the window steadily.

"Xiao Lang is scolding me ..." Chou Yong really cried out, she tried hard to cover Yunlang.

Although she did n’t understand what Xiaolang was saying, she was sensitively aware that this remark might be detrimental to Xiaolang.

After Yun Lang was sober, he found that the window was full of people standing in front of him, and Ugly Yong knelt on the ground and prodded Zhuo Ji in his cloak.

He picked up ugly Yong and dragged into the house, then looked at the people in the yard fiercely and said angrily: "Look at it, haven't I seen Lao Tzu curse someone?"

Slammed the door and closed the window again, and said to Ugly: "Bring me another piece of silk cloth."

The so-called main humiliating death, Zhuo Meng, the guard leader, saw Yun Lang's bad attitude. He dared to speak in front of Zhuo Ji.

People scanned the idle man in the yard and others, Shen said, "Let's go out."

When only Zhuo Ji was left in the yard, and Pingshou and the two older maids, Zhuo Ji asked Qi Yuji, "What's going on?"

People looked at the shadow of Yunlang printed on the window screen and said: "It's just a magic, it's no big deal."

"What caused him to be so exhausted?"

"Listening to his roaring words, he seems to be thinking about a new plow, but he encountered some difficulties in the middle, so he got into trouble."

"Good thing?"

"Good thing! Anyone who can wake up after getting caught in the fire will generally have great achievements.

The so-called "do not go crazy and do not survive" is the reason. "

Zhuo Ji nodded in agreement with Pingshou's judgment, and Yun Lang could be so worried about Zhuo's distress, which made her feel relieved.

"The maid in his yard is rude, and he will come over tomorrow with two smart people."

People smiled bitterly: "He may not agree."

"Why is this? Don't all your men like beautiful and enchanting women?"

Pingshou continued to smile and shook his head: "This guy is different. He is a person who looks reckless and actually very serious. Whether it is an object or a person, as long as he is in front of him, he will not Willing to let go.

Chou Yong is clumsy and ugly, but he is used to him. The eldest girl exchanges for ugly, I am afraid he will not agree with the first one.

Also follow his heart, at least, after this period of time, you are not too late to envelop. "

Chou Yong can't do anything else, but it's a good porridge, especially the millet porridge, golden and golden, and after a bowl, he loses his temper.

The literati's thoughts can be magnificent and magnificent, they can fly through the sky, they can even open the river, they can also take a different path, they can open their brains, and they can even be a castle in the sky.

Only one thing is a process of building a house. You must start with the foundation, then build the wall, and then build the roof. If the step is wrong, the house cannot be built.

After clearing his mind and trying to understand this truth, Yun Lang's mood was much better. After drinking a bowl of porridge, he put a blanket on his body, and everything will be said tomorrow.

After getting up in the morning, he got into the iron smelting workshop. The iron material burnt last night had turned into molten iron. Yun Lang ignored the pleading of the craftsmen. He just added ground iron ore to the molten iron. While asking the craftsmen to stir ...

The old craftsman wept bitterly, watching the iron material that was about to succeed was messed up by Yun Lang, pointing at Yun Lang and roaring, "The prodigal son, the old man will go to his master to make a report!"

Yun Lang, who was wearing thick heat-insulated clothes, looked back and looked at the old foreman, frowning: "Can't you wait?"

The old foreman may have just cried, and now he is very full of energy. He left the workshop with a grin.

Yun Lang smiled slightly, shook his head and said to the rest of the craftsmen: "Just work hard, at noon I invite everyone to eat meat.

If things are done, Liang Weng will pay you from tomorrow onwards, even if he is not rare, he will not pay. "

When the craftsmen heard this, even if they didn't believe in Yunlang, the movements under their hands became faster and more powerful.

The master slave is the same thing as the cow and horse. As long as it is stuttered, it can be summoned to death by the master.

Now I suddenly heard that someone was going to pay them, no matter what they thought, it did not hinder their body's desire for freedom and dignity.

The old foreman Liang Weng didn't understand this truth, thinking that as long as he desperately considered the host, the host would definitely consider them.

He has lived in his fifties and has been disappointed for more than fifty years. To this day, he still hopes ...

The office politics of later generations is somewhat overkill on Liang Weng's head.

Poor people must have hateful things, but Yun Lang can't hate them. I feel that if even a humble old man has to hate, he may be left with only one way to rebel in this era.

Of course, Liang Weng is not qualified to see Zhuo Ji. The only person he can see is Zhuo Meng, and Zhuo Meng, after knowing this matter, is not qualified to find Yun Lang ’s troubles, and can only tell Ping the original thing. old man.

As for Pingshou's attitude, he was very strange. After scolding Zhuo Meng for a lot of meddling, he continued to study his new tea drinking method by holding a tea jar ... Then Zhuo Meng, who was so embarrassed, pumped Liang Wengyi fiercely. whip……

A whip mark extends from Liang Weng's forehead to the chin. The bulged part has skin flesh, blood, and there are blue whip marks in the low-lying places.

Yunlang's first frying of steel was naturally a failure.

This does not prevent him from inviting those craftsmen to drink and eat meat.

The lonely Liang Weng stood in the distance and stretched his neck to look here. He found that the craftsmen were really eating meat.

Yunlang, who had eaten the largest piece of bone, had no time to speak, but pointed at Liang Weng with his free finger, and immediately Liang Liang's apprentices and grandchildren packed a large bowl of meat and sent it to Liang Weng.

The craftsmen were punished with whip. It was normal for Liang Weng to be awakened by a whip although he was in pain. The thing about Yun Lang was not something that a craftsman foreman could participate in.

A thin pig weighing two to thirty pounds, where it can withstand more than a dozen crazy people who want to eat meat.

When Yun Lang wanted to grab the second bowl, there was no soup in the big crock.

Throwing away his rice bowl, Yun Lang clapped his hands and said, "It has been so dry these days, and it has been constantly sprinkled with mineral powder and kept stirring. During the stirring process, we must also make an idea of ​​the fire. We must not weaken the fire, and we must use a hard fire. , Fire, wind.

As long as I meet my requirements, I will kill another 200-pound fat pig for you to eat and take it home to the mother-in-law. The most important thing is that each of you will be divided into 500 yuan.

Five hundred of your own money ... "

Liang Weng with a rotten face, wondering if he should believe this prodigal again.

The rest of the craftsmen were already thunderous.

Judging from just eating this meal this afternoon, this young boy's family is still very credible.

They are not as far away as Liang Weng thought. As long as they have meat to eat, and some people are responsible for the waste, they will do whatever the person who promised to give them meat to eat.

Zhuo Ji's complexion was unclear. Yunlang was nested in the iron workshop for six consecutive days. Nothing else was done. The iron wasted in a furnace ... So far, the waste piled up outside has been full of a thousand pounds.

Pingshou put down the tea cubes in his hand and said to Zhuo Ji with a smile: "The eldest girl's Qigong Kungfu is getting longer. The old man thinks that the eldest girl can endure up to three days, but did not expect to come down in six days ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ you Not only did he not look for Yun Lang, but he found the old man's head. Ha ha, if you go on like this, even your father is not your opponent. "

After Pingsuo finished, seeing Zhuo Ji wanted to speak, he waved his hand and pointed to the tea cake in the bamboo basket under the table case: "The old man tried to bake these days to make the tea taste better. Twenty catties of tea is estimated to continue to be lost ... "

Zhuo Ji's face was pale and trembling: "You said that Yun Lang will continue this endless experiment?"

Ping Man smiled and said: "As long as the test is successful, all the losses that were lost in the past can be recovered ten times, one hundred times, one thousand times, not to mention those scrap iron materials, which only need to be returned to the furnace to become good iron materials again. "

Zhuo Ji gritted her teeth and said, "Do you always know what Yun Lang is experimenting with?"

People laughed: "I don't know, but ah, in three days, he will give the eldest daughter an explanation anyway.

Is it true that Yunlang only needs to act rashly without taking responsibility? "

Zhuo Ji smiled and said: "The eldest daughter can give Yun Lang three days, I am afraid that my father and brother will not give him time."

People looked at Zhuo Ji strangely for a long time, and Zhuo Ji looked a little ashamed and panicked.

"Why didn't the eldest daughter come to the blacksmith shop of Wang Lingjiang's Yanglingyi completely, so as to give up all the property in Shu?"

"How does this work?" Zhuo Ji was stunned. He married Deng for the first time. The dowry value he brought back was far more than this iron workshop, just an iron workshop, it was not enough to maintain her luxurious life.

People smiled and said: "Then look again, anyway, the master is still a few days away, and I don't know if Yun Lang can give the big girl a determination to fight back in these days."

Zhuo Ji's eyes were scattered, and he looked at the burnt tea leaves under the table without saying a word.