Luo nine needles

Chapter 49 Has a New Name

seven stars.

A rough hand caresses a handful of Leisi, and it rests on the crossbar with two words on it.

The farmer could recognize some characters, these two characters were very simple, and they happened to be recognized by him.

"Seven Stars, what is it?" My wife heard the words read and asked, "Is it the name of a grocery store?"

Compared with the dull expression of the farmer, the wife's complexion is not good, and she is very unhappy.

"It's worth putting a name on a piece of Leisi." She raised her voice, "Okay, it's better to put a name on it. I'll go to them and get my money back!"

The farmer did not speak, but he did not let go of the Leisi, showing his attitude.

"There are still Leisi at home, why did you ask the peddler to buy you new ones?" His wife's voice became even more angry, "Didn't you say you were saving money to buy cattle?"

The farmer said: "Cows are too expensive, and the terrain in the mountains may not be easy to use."

The wife became even angrier, and pointed to the Leisi on the ground: "Then this thing is easy to use? Is it better than a cow?"

The farmer was dull and didn't say much. He let his wife scold him and just squatted on the ground to watch the newly delivered Leisi.

His hand stroked the name on the Leisi again. His wife didn't know, but he knew that it was not the name of the grocery store. A handful of Leisi that can be bought everywhere is not worthy of the grocery store to put his name on it.

According to the custom at home, this is the name of the craftsman who made this Leisi.

This is a new name.

He used to get the farm tools from home with the word "Duan Gong".

Duan Gong, a trace of sadness flashed across the dull face of the farmer.

At first he didn't know what the sect was. The old man surnamed Duan pointed to the farm tools in the hands of the laboring farmers and the field under their feet.

"I just want everyone to grow more fields and harvest more food." He said with a smile, "This is how everyone loves each other and helps each other."

He understood this.

This is indeed what he wished, and it was indeed what he wished in the end. He exchanged grain for several new and useful agricultural tools. When he encountered pests, someone told him how to solve them. The fields he planted were getting better and better. More, life is getting easier and easier.

But suddenly the people and farm tools he was familiar with disappeared.

The news he inquired said that Elder Duan had died, and this sect would no longer exist.

The farmer was sad, sad, at a loss, and had no choice but to continue living in such a dull way.

A few days ago, a salesman suddenly left a message, saying that he could appeal again. He was nervous and excited. In fact, he was not short of farm tools. He just wanted to get in touch, so he said he wanted a handy Leisi.

As before, the new Leisi was delivered in the name of being sold by a peddler.

The farmer was scolded by his wife all night, and before dawn the next day he went to the field with a new Leisi.

The wife continued to scold the neighbors at home: "I can't do anything, and shopping is simply a brain."

Neighbors agreed that "men are like this, if there is no woman in the family, the family would have been ruined."

After finishing the day's sewing under the tree, the women don't eat lunch, if they can save a meal, it is enough to have dinner together when the men come back, and it doesn't take much effort to sit anyway.

Just when the women looked at the sun and thought it was time to go back to cook, the farmer came back with his farm tools.

The wife's face immediately became even more ugly: "Why did you come back so early, the sun is still high!"

The farmer also seemed a little dazed, and said, "The land, we're done digging."

The fire on the stove burns so vigorously that it can illuminate the whole room.

The wife leaned in front of the stove and took Leisi to watch.

The wife asked, "I don't see any difference." Then she looked at the farmer, "You have always been strong, did you get scolded by me today, so you turn over the ground so fast?"

The farmer smiled stupidly: "No matter how strong I am, I will still be tired. This Leisi is light and fast, and I shovel it deep with one foot. I don't feel tired. I just turned it over and over again without knowing it."

He stroked the Leisi which was stained with mud.

He is familiar with farm tools, and if you look carefully, you can see that they are indeed different from old farm tools.

The pole, shovel, and crossbar all seem to have changed slightly, as if there are some more small parts.

seven stars.

This is a good craftsman.

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seven stars.

In a crafts shop in the middle of the night, an apprentice looked at the paper in his hand, his eyes fell on the inscription on the corner, and he read a name.

The lights in the workshop are bright enough.

Compared with the money for lighting, it is more profitable to work more. The owner of the shop is a very shrewd businessman.

The apprentice's eyes shifted from the name to other content, and the other content was not words, but dense pictures.

This picture describes the process of making an appliance in detail and clearly.

"So that's how it is." The apprentice murmured in a low voice, "It turns out that you can just do this."

There were footsteps outside the door, and the apprentice came back to his senses, stuffed the blueprint into his sleeve, picked up the plane and pushed it up.

An older man stood at the door, looked in, saw the apprentice working hard, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Dunzi, work hard." He said, "Plane the wood that will be used for the next few days. When the time comes, the master will teach you a few new skills. You will be able to become a teacher earlier, and you will be able to earn wages earlier. gone."

There is no money for being an apprentice, and being able to have a meal is the kindness of the master.

Apprentice Dunzi thanked him respectfully and flatteringly: "Master, do you drink tea? I'll make tea for you."

The master immediately waved his hand and motioned him to sit down: "What kind of tea do you make? With your junior brother, you can work hard."

The plane is not something that any apprentice can use well.

One mistake, and the whole piece of wood is useless.

The new apprentices can't do it, they can only boil water, make tea, beat their shoulders and legs.

Tunzi answered yes again and again, watching the older man walk away yawning, the smile on his face disappeared, and he turned his head and spat on the ground.

It sounds good, and I have heard it for ten years, and I still refuse to teach him real skills, and only let him do small jobs, just wanting to use him as an apprentice for free.

He can only work while learning by himself. Fortunately, he can have another master as a guide.

It's a pity that this kind of thing stopped suddenly, and everyone up and down disappeared. Dunzi cried several times, thinking that this would be the end of his life, and he had been an apprentice in this workshop until he was too old to do it anymore. , Did not leave the teacher until he was kicked out.

Unexpectedly, someone from the sect appeared again. Excitedly and unbelievably, he tried to ask about a skill he didn't understand, and he really responded, even explaining it in more detail and clearly than before.

Dunzi took out the drawings and read them over and over again, not only engraving the skills, but also the person who made the drawings in his mind.

seven stars.

He muttered the name silently.

This is a good craftsman.

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seven stars.

Gao Xiaoliu, who was sitting in the casino, looked at the small cup in his hand, and felt the two characters on the base.

Zhike watched from the side, his expression was a little surprised and a little funny: "Did you really do it?"

Xitang acted vigorously, and even talked about accepting the appeal. Gao Xiaoliu sent back a message to warn them. At the same time, because he couldn't understand Xitang's tone, he added a sentence, asking for a dice that can do whatever he wants.

Of course he didn't really ask for a dice, he was just provocative, or ironic.

I didn't expect it to be delivered.

"Can you really do whatever you want?" Zhike asked curiously.

Gao Xiaoliu shook the Gu cup in his hand, then slapped it on the table.

"Big." He said, seemingly unintentionally slid his hand across the Gu, retracted it, opened it, and the dice in the Gu stopped rolling.

The Zhike groaned, looked at the dice, and it really was big.

"Such a small cup made a mechanism?" He said, "It's amazing."

Gao Xiaoliu snorted, turned the Gu over, and looked at the two characters on the bottom.

"Seven Stars." He read out, "Is this a craftsman, or a gambler?"

(End of this chapter)