I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man: 116. Detailed work

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Three days later, 　　 the exclusive craftsman workshop of the Ministry of War is just in the south of the city, not far from Zhuangzi.

It is said to be a workshop camp. In fact, it is more appropriate to call it a small town. There are more than 30,000 artisans living here, plus the peripheral apprentices, family members, and the 5,000 guarding troops stationed daily. The population of the small town is close. Hundreds of thousands. Getting closer, the noisy sound of iron strikes and disturbing voices came into my ears.

Because of the involvement of the military aircraft of the Ministry of Defense, the entry inspection was strict. This time, Qin Nuo didn't want to expose the status of the county king during the micro-service trip, so he successfully entered the camp with the token of Shence Camp.

According to the layout he inquired about in advance, Qin Nuo led the people straight to the glass workshop at the northernmost end.

Nowadays, the craftsman’s firing of glassware is still very refined. Although it is not as thorough as later generations, it is enough to make the container. Qin Nuo found a well-known old craftsman, gave him the chart of the container, and carefully instructed the size and Specification.

Of course, these utensils can be made in private workshops, but the private workshops outside the world have mixed good and bad craftsmanship, and are far less regular than the official venues.

Delivered the deposit and silver, Qin Nuo turned to the iron workshop again.

As an exclusive workshop for the Ministry of War, iron crafting occupies most of the entire camp. Especially in places where stoves are densely populated, you must yell when you listen to the deafening sound of iron strikes around you. There is also the heat brought by the fire. It is obviously late autumn, but it is as hot as summer, and many people around are naked.

Most of these are workshops for making weapons such as swords, spears, swords and halberds. Before Qin Nuo asked the manager of Tianzhuang, there were only three or four that could build precision instruments.

Finally, I have arrived at the largest and best-skilled one in the legend. It is a single-family courtyard. Li Maru knocked on the door, and an apprentice-like little brother opened the door.

I heard that he came to order the utensils, and immediately led everyone into the courtyard.

As soon as I stepped into the door, I heard a roar from inside, "How could it be possible to fail again, it must be those martial arts who are too strong to break it!"

The beautiful pupil smiled helplessly: "Master has a distinguished guest coming home and is discussing a business."

Qin Nuo came to be curious, and followed the pupils into the backyard workshop.

A dozen stoves are burning with red flames, and many sturdy men are rushing to work.

Passing the stove courtyard, bypassing a winding corridor, is a small garden with lush vegetation, quiet in the noisy, quite artistic, in the center is a pavilion built of green bamboo, three people are surrounding the table, the table There is a drawing on it.

One of the old man with white beard and hair was pointing at the blueprint, his face was full of anger, two men surrounded him, and the purple-clothed scholar with the appearance of the accountant was flushed, arguing with the old man fiercely. The other in white did not speak, but frowned at the drawing on the table.

Taking advantage of the efforts of the two parties in the dispute, the pupils hurriedly stepped forward and reported, "Master, a nobleman with a spiritual strategy camp came to order something."

The old man with white beard and hair is the owner of this workshop. He waved his hand impatiently, "Isn't you busy? No time!"

The elementary school is only a promise and dare not interject. The old man and the accountant continued to fight with energy.

While speaking, Qin Nuo has already walked to the table and his eyes are on the drawing.

It seems to be a structural drawing of a weapon that looks like an organ bow and crossbow, with dense small characters next to it, making people feel dizzy.

The scholar in white, who was looking at the drawing, raised his head and said with a smile: "This is not something that children can see."

The eyebrows are handsome and elegant, the bearing is clear and distant, and the eyes are as bright as the stars, which makes people forget the vulgarity. Looking closely at his appearance, he is only twenty-eight or nine years old, but he has a natural sense of calmness.

What an outstanding character, I always feel a little familiar. Qin Nuo thought about everything, and finally remembered that he had seen him the night when his cheap father died. Wasn't this man the Tsing Yi scholar who entered the palace with General Pei Ling? It must be a character like General Pei's confidant.

While thinking about it, Qin Nuo turned his eyes away from the kindness. Bows, crossbows and the like are military forbidden items. If you look too closely, you will inevitably be suspected of being under the sun. But when he ridiculed the white-clothed man, he curled his lips unconvincedly, "It's just a bow and a crossbow. What's so strange, there are many in the army."

The Confucian student dressed as Mr. Accountant was arguing with a dry mouth. He picked up the tea cup on the table and took two sips. He glared at Qin Nuo angrily: "The juniors who don’t know the goods don’t want to be dry here. Wanjun, as fast as lightning. Is it comparable to the waste in the camp?"

The old man with white beard and hair blows his beard and stares, "What kind of power is so powerful, as fast as lightning, it can't be made to use it as a fart!"

"It's because your craftsmanship in your workshop is too bad, and it's been too late to complete."

"Fart, who doesn't know that my old Zhao's workshop is the best in the entire Nanying!" The old man jumped three feet high, and saw that the two of them would be upgraded from Wendou to Wudou.

Qin Nuo was intrigued when he heard it, and couldn't help but look at it more.

The white-clothed person frowned slightly, but thought that the elementary school student had just reported that this person was from a Shence camp, so he didn't stop him.

"This calculation method is wrong!" After converting the numbers on the paper into Arabic numerals and summing them up, Qin Nuo couldn't help but interrupt immediately.

"Where?" The white-clothed man came with interest.

Qin Nuo raised his finger and pointed to a number, "Here, if the previous parameter changes, this must change along with it. The value should not be limited to five or less, it should be around seven."

A surprised look flashed across the face of the person in white: "Have you learned the principles of mathematics?"

"You know a thing or two," Qin Nuo said modestly.

In modern society, who has never experienced the drivers who like to drive trains from both sides at the same time, the reservoir administrator who likes to pump water while discharging water, the breeder who is used to keeping pheasants and rabbits in a cage, and many other perverts Repeated abuse.

The accountant and the old white-haired man who rolled up his sleeves and prepared to stage the full martial arts also stopped. Mr. accountant groaned twice from his nose. He had no good feelings for the rich boy who came in suddenly. More impatient. Waved and said: "Go, children, don't interrupt indiscriminately. This drawing has been checked by the three mathematicians from the Ministry of Engineering. It is absolutely impossible to make a mistake."

Qin Nuo wasn't angry either, he was just to interrupt the endless quarrel between the two. Ignoring the provocation of the scholar, he took the opportunity to smile at the white-haired old man: "Mr. Zhao, I want to come here to get some tools for daily use."

The white-haired old man also felt exhausted due to the dispute, so he put Mr. Accountant and others aside, and said with a smile: "There is a business coming to the door, naturally there is no reason to shirk. I don't know what kind of equipment the boy wants? But A strange weapon?"

Qin Nuo hurried forward and presented the drawings he had prepared.

Mr. Zhao took a look and frowned, creating strange utensils. What are these twists and turns?

Qin Nuo asked anxiously: "Can you make it?" The tools for making soap and alcohol purification require iron frames and glass cups to cooperate, and the size requirements are fine.

Mr. Zhao nodded, "No problem, our shop can hit the most flexible iron and the hardest steel in the whole country, and nothing can be difficult." These things are just a little strange in shape, but not too bad. complex.

Qin Nuo was overjoyed: "Then thank the old man, how much deposit is required, I will pay now, I don't know when I can pick up the goods?"

"Twenty taels of the deposit will do. The final treats are completed and then added together. As for picking up the goods, it will be fine in seven days." Mr. Zhao is also a cool person, and immediately called two capable disciples and handed over the drawings. Two people, and explained the matters needing attention.

After completing the task, Qin Nuo put aside a worry and left the camp with Li Wan. Coming out of the gate, leaving the noise on the ground behind his head, the wind was refreshing in an instant, and the temperature suddenly dropped by two points.

Li Wan carried his sleeves and fanned, helped Qin Nuo get into the carriage, and sent the water bag thoughtfully.

The sweet grape juice slid down his throat, Qin Nuo lay comfortably in the car and quickly returned to the palace.

I don't know at all, because of his departure, the stalemate in the Zhao family workshop has changed drastically.

Exchanging Qin Nuo's business to a capable apprentice, Zhao Ding returned to the pavilion, preparing to continue fighting against this declining Confucian scholar for three hundred rounds, but when he came back he saw that his old opponent was in a state of something wrong.

I was demented for a while, scratching my head and muttering in my mouth, "Is it really supposed to do this? No, even if it's wrong, how can I get this number..." As he said, the charcoal in his hand Keep drawing on white paper. Talking endlessly, like a madman.

The two are old friends who have cooperated many times, knowing the roots and knowing the bottom line. Seeing this atmosphere, Zhao Ding did not bother him, just looked at the man in white next to him,

"My lord, this..."

The man in white also looked solemn, staring at the drawing and his eyes flickered.

Zhao Ding didn't even dare to speak out to disturb him.

I waited quietly for almost an hour, and suddenly saw the white-clothed man as if he was seeing the sun, clapping his hands in shock and saying: "It really is wrong!"

One sentence awakened the madman-like scholar, and laughed, "Wrong, wrong, really wrong! I understand! I don’t think that stinky kid got it right."

After he was sober, his eyes were blazing, "Hey, where is that brat?"

Zhao Ding frowned, "I have left early, look at what the weather is like."

The sky has become gloomy as the two of them are in a daze.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, I want to solve this problem first." As the scholar said, he immediately rushed to the book case and picked up the charcoal pencil to start the calculation.

"Cao Qi, do you need to be so desperate? Do you still have to eat dinner..." Zhao Ding didn't finish speaking, and the man in white next to him raised his hand and interrupted him.

"Let him clean up, he won't be in the mood to eat unless he calculates the result." He knew best about his old subordinate.

Zhao Ding sighed helplessly, then turned his head and said: "My lord, then please give me a reward and have a light meal in our workshop."

"Also, I heard that the burning knives on your side are full of mellow, no less than Beishuo. I have never been able to taste it. This time I have a chance." The white-clothed man smiled and went to the backyard with Zhao Ding.

When I came back after dinner, I saw that Cao Qi was still in the pavilion. He became more and more mad, and said repeatedly: "Isn't it right? Why can't it be counted."

The man in white smiled helplessly: "It's really crazy."

Zhao Ding simply yelled: "Cao Qi, why are you so busy? Didn't the young man tell the number just now? Let the children try to find out soon after following that number."

The purple-clothed scholar seems unheard of, still thinking about it.

So exhausting, I'm afraid it will affect the mind. Helpless, the white-clothed man stepped forward and shouted in a low voice: "Cao Qi!" The voice was clear but very penetrating.

Cao Qi suddenly woke up like a thunder in his ears. With some confusion on his face, the white-clothed man said warmly: "Zhao Ding is right. Let's try the value that the boy said. As for the calculation process, you can take it slowly. There are several mathematicians from the Ministry of Engineering, I Someone has been sent to invite."

Cao Qi woke up, and although he was unwilling, he did not dare to disobey the Lord's will. Was dragged down by Zhao Ding to eat.

At the same time, an order was given, and work was started on the front stove immediately. The materials were all ready-made. According to the previous value of Qin Nuo's point, a few skilled craftsmen carefully assembled it, but the two organ crossbows were assembled in more than an hour.

Call a guard to connect and test the fire. The bow is like a startled string and the arrows are like lightning. Until dozens of arrows are shot, the bow and crossbow are intact, and the bowstring broke before it appeared, and even hurt the archer’s wrist. condition.

Zhao Ding smiled with joy, "General, we really succeeded!" In the previous several experiments, not to mention the money and time spent, and several sharpshooters were injured by this crossbow cracking.

The person in white sighed: "Sure enough, the previous number is wrong." Adjusted the value, mainly to control the length and tension of the organ line.

The young man, looking at only thirteen or fourteen years old, could actually see the error in the drawing at a glance and calculate the correct result. Is it a coincidence, or is there such an amazing arithmetic skill? You know, this drawing has been tried repeatedly by everyone in the Department of Digital Mathematics.

The scholar looked at him, his face was unbelievable, and he walked forward and grabbed a bow and crossbow. He shot a dozen times in a row, looked at the arrow on the target, and checked that it was intact. Bowstring had to accept this result. Putting down the bow and crossbow, he suddenly raised his head and asked: "Lao Zhao, you just asked, what is the kid's name and where does he live?"

"This..."

"Are you a business man? Don't even ask about this."

Zhao Ding glared at him, "It's not all you are angry with. But don't worry, he ordered something in the shop, and he will come to receive it in seven days."

"Seven more days! No way! This batch of bows are still waiting to be used on the front line of the crossbow. The military is in a critical condition, how can it be so delayed." The scholar waved his hands again and again.

The white-clothed man asked: "The young man just took the token of Shence Camp?"

Zhao Ding’s eyes lit up, "Yes, and it’s the Silver Leopard Order, which should be the nephew of the leader." The Silver Leopard token is the status symbol of the rank 4 or higher generals. There are no more than five or six strategists.

"Moreover, the man ordered the equipment, and he was willing to pay for the money. The tutor is very good, and the subordinates can know it after a little inquiries." You know, the masters of Shence Camp, come to Nanying Workshop to order things. It has always been a sentence, just keep the account in the Shence Camp, and there are not many who are willing to pay.

The two left the Liuguang Hall side by side, out of the gate, and a cool wind blew their faces.

Qin Nuo let out a long breath, and finally stayed up into the middle of the night. The night that was supposed to be peaceful and smooth, I didn't expect to turn into such a chaotic night, and looking at this situation, the real chaos is still to come.