One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 535
With Yan Qingzhi's physical fitness, he had enough rest in the middle of the night.

Although she was asleep, she was alert and alert all the time.

There were many people patrolling back and forth in the Gongyuan, but nothing was abnormal, and no one wanted to do anything to her.

She simply packed up her things, ate some dry food after washing, and re-read the drawings before starting to work.

The sound insulation between each other is not good, Yan Qingzhi's side, there are people who just fell asleep cursing at the beginning.

But Yan Qingzhi didn't care. When the time was too late, there must be many people here who would stay up late to work.

Unlike those literati, whoever here is not from manual labor, it is not a problem to rush to work and stay up late.

No one would believe that the other party was really a pretentious little rookie.

Sure enough, after scolding for a while, one after another snoring sounded in the Gongyuan.

Three days is not enough time, let alone without blueprints, even if you follow the blueprints, you may not be able to achieve the effect you want.

Yan Qingzhi silently divided the large pieces of material with a saw, and then picked up the knife on one side and began to polish.

She has great strength and strong control over her body. Others need to use many complicated tools, but she doesn't need them.

In order to prevent people from rioting, the tools prepared by the Gongyuan for everyone are also very mediocre.

Anyway, this kind of exam does not need to surpass oneself, it is enough to surpass the opponent.

Moreover, even after passing this exam, after entering the Tiangong Academy, there is still another exam.

That is the critical moment that really decides whether everyone will become a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Industry, or just have an official status and become a handyman doing odd jobs for others.

However, Yan Qingzhi's work is still more detailed than others. As for whether the drawings will be leaked or not, it doesn't matter at all.

The blueprints drawn by hand in one day must be the castrated version.

There are also some core things that are difficult for others to learn.

Moreover, Yan Qingzhi lives in an era of knowledge explosion, and does not value those ancestral craftsmanship and so on like the people here.

Compared with hiding her monopoly in her own hands, she hopes that the knowledge she brought from another world can be carried forward and used where it is really useful.

She never thought of herself as a producer of knowledge, she thought she was just a porter.

How much you can move here can bring much change to the world.

Perhaps this is what Yan Qingzhi really yearns for.

Her knives of different sizes alternated back and forth in her hand, the movement was fast, and the sawdust was flying.

She doesn't need a chisel, she doesn't need an axe, if it's not for deception, she doesn't really need a saw that much...

Different woods have different characteristics, which have been tested in the previous engineering grade examination, but at this time, Yan Qingzhi still wants to show off.

Even if it can only be simply coated with a layer of tung oil, she luxuriously makes each part the ultimate under the existing conditions.

The light from kerosene lamps was gradually replaced by skylight.

Some people didn't sleep well last night, and they seemed to be suffering from a cold, and kept sneezing.

After a while, the sound became noisy, and the people who were still drawing at this time seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Of course, some people know that they can't finish it at all, and now they have given up the plan to finally make a good real object, and they are going to polish the blueprint, hoping to find another way.

After all, it is not without precedent that craftsmen with excellent blueprints were selected to enter the Tiangong Academy.

Everyone has their own considerations.

Yan Qingzhi polished the parts bit by bit according to the size.

The planer is too big, and she carved many places directly by hand. If these parts are assembled together in the end, the error tolerance rate is very low.

Yan Qingzhi stayed up all night and waited until it was almost dawn before making all the parts. After a short rest, she got up again to continue working.

For others, small parts are much more difficult to manufacture than large ones, but for Yan Qingzhi, it's just the opposite.

This time before it got dark, all her parts were finished, and she lowered her head and started assembling according to the drawings she had drawn.

When it got dark again, the half-height Linglong Pagoda that Yan Qingzhi made was finally completed.

The exposed parts are basically wiped with a side of tung oil, because it is the first batch that has been aired for more than a day, and it is basically dry.

Although brushing it several times, or applying a layer of colored stone powder mixed with arsenic will have better moisture-proof and moth-proof properties.

But drying is too time-consuming, Yan Qingzhi has given up on this process, directly retaining the texture and color of the logs.

The woods with different materials, colors and clear grains are arranged according to certain rules. This kind of exquisiteness with simple beauty is enough to conquer many people.

Yan Qingzhi began to carry out the final inspection, confirming every place, and after confirming that it was correct, she fell into the rough bedding, turned over and fell asleep.

The lights were still beating, and the already formed Linglong Pagoda stood there, reflecting a faint halo.

The passers-by on patrol could not help but slow down when they saw this.

There are also many woodcarving craftsmen in the folks these days, and you can buy a small brightly colored woodcarving for a few cents.

But such an exquisite finished product with exquisite atmosphere just by putting it there, they really rarely saw it.

I can't even imagine how stunning the real Linglong Tower would be.

Some of them stopped to watch for a while, and some passed by regretfully, sternly refusing to look at the Linglong Tower placed there.

Of course, there are some people who don't care about these things, and stride past Yan Qingzhi's dorm.

Many people are bound to find it hard to sleep that night.

In the middle of the night, the sounds of various tools processing wood alternately were astonishingly loud.

From time to time, there were a few cries of breaking down and crying because they couldn't play.

However, besides the relatively expensive registration fee, engineering can be taken every year, unlike the imperial examination that is held every three years. If you miss this time, you will have to wait for three years.

So even though most people know that they have no hope, they try their best to make a good impression on the examiner.

Craftsman!
Failure is a common thing, but the mentality is actually okay.

As the sky gradually brightened, Yan Qingzhi, who was full of sleep, stretched her waist and sat up.

For the engineering exam, three days is three days, and an hour is not bad. When entering the Gongyuan, it is the beginning of Chen Shichu, and the time for handing in the papers is also Chen Shichu.

Someone is racing against time and is still making the final sprint.

Yan Qingzhi took out her test paper, and after a final check, she tidied it up as required.

With the sound of the gong, one mouthful of wooden boxes were brought over. The boxes were filled with indigo blue cotton bags. Each examinee took a box, and the examination papers and the final finished product were sealed in it. The box was covered and the seal was pasted. In the warehouse behind, waiting for the approval later.

Quite a few people had exhaustion on their faces, and some people were flushed when they came in, but they were unshaven when they were about to leave.

Yan Qingzhi was in good condition, and was still eating dry food when the scroll was sealed.

The gate of the tribute courtyard was opened, and when everyone else's footsteps were vain, Yan Qingzhi was already the first to rush out of the tribute courtyard like a ray of light.

(End of this chapter)