The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 194 It’s Like a Pot of Cold Water Has Been Splashed (1)
Dozens of craftsmen in the yard honored Yijun as his wife. She held Shang Kun tightly and found herself entering an unprecedented world.There are mountains of wood and iron wares piled up in the courtyard here, with sawdust flying across the side, and the blacksmith's furnace flickering on the other side, scorching hot, making idlers afraid to approach.

Unable to tell the specific reason, Shang Kun brought Ah Yuan over out of his own heart.The craftsmen attached to the Shang family, some of them have even worked for the Shang family for generations. They have created countless battlefield weapons for the Shang family, and now they are working hard for the crossbow chariot, and are doing their best for one of his ideas .

"Ah Yuan, this is an ink fountain, a chisel, and a planer." Shang Kun picked up the tools on the table and introduced them one by one, and led her to a room with a half-finished chariot in the middle. , and the other end is a machine crossbow that has begun to take shape.

"This crossbow can only shoot ten steps on flat ground, and if it is loaded on the cart without any supporting objects, it is tantamount to nothing."

He moved the crossbow with one hand, more or less regretful.

After looking around, Yi Jun has no clue. The tools used by ancient craftsmen and their craftsmanship are completely another concept. It is different from the machine tools and a set of modern equipment she saw in the factory before. It feels like holding an apple. The system goes up and down the early Nokia, not in a parallel world at all.

Like a pot of cold water poured over, the enthusiasm and confidence were extinguished when it came, Yijun stood in the courtyard and became silent.

"Yuan, you can see what they are doing."

"Well, I can understand a little bit, but not completely."

Let Shang Kun say something, he only pays attention to Ah Yuan's demeanor.She is really interested in everything in the courtyard, her eyes are not enough to look around, she has not said a word since she entered the courtyard, and she walked to each craftsman to look at it. Could it be that she is really talented?

He beckoned to the steward in the courtyard, Shang Kun asked him a lot of questions, in front of Yijun, the steward somewhat wanted to avoid women talking about serious matters, and kept his words under wraps, half-confessed.

Shang Kun frowned to show displeasure, and ordered people to tell the truth and not to hide anything.Only then did the steward come up with everything, and he didn't dare to hide anything, and complained with a bitter face that there was still no progress, whether it was a machine crossbow or a chariot, only one of them could still function, and when combined together, the two became useless decorations.

Shang Kun nodded, everything was expected, and it took only one night, so he didn't have much expectations.Ordering all the craftsmen to continue to work harder, he brought Yijun out, put his arms around her slender waist and asked, "What's the matter, you just keep your head down and don't say a word, it seems like I bullied you."

Yijun was very unhappy, the reality made her recognize herself once again.Thousands of years ago, the techniques and ideas she had learned were the essence of the production revolutions of the past, but she was at a loss for the most primitive handicrafts.

"Pingan slave, can I come here often in the future? I want to see them build chariots."

"Okay, as long as you want, I can follow you wherever you want."

Shang Kun didn't expect Ah Yuan to be of much help at first, but he responded to her every request. No matter who made Ah Yuan so reasonable, she would follow him in anything he was interested in.

Ever since he made up his mind, Yijun followed Shang Kun in the artisan workshop all day long, God knows how difficult it is to communicate with those old-fashioned artisans.Most of them are illiterate, and they all strictly abide by the habit of keeping their craftsmanship secret, so they are very reluctant to communicate with her.

Yijun saw with his own eyes how the craftsmen measure the size. They don't use ink fountains and rulers. They only use the distance between their fingers to move one by one, which can be very accurate.

Only the steward and one or two craftsmen in the yard could understand those blueprints, and the others kept the drawings in their hearts, so they were confident in their work.

Others respected her as Madam, with indifference and rejection in a polite manner, but they treated her as a layman watching the show.

She stayed in the yard, from morning to night, staring at everyone's way of doing things, and gradually she had a spectrum in her heart.Fortunately, Shang Kun didn't ask anything, everything was up to her, and also fortunate that Da Zhou's folk customs were open, and he didn't stick to the defense of men and women.

Leaning over the desk in front of the window, Yijun draws with difficulty, converting the scale on the ruler into centimeters in his heart, and finally restores it to the size, trying to make a complete view.

She couldn't recognize how many drawings she had wasted. Anyway, she had been writing and drawing for many days. The willows in the garden sprouted green buds, the lake was glowing with spring, and the thousand-petaled lotus came out of the water to rejuvenate.She didn't care to appreciate everything, she was immersed in her own world and didn't know it.

"Let's take a rest, I just finished lunch, I don't remember lying down for a while, and I came here again to make a fuss."

When Shang Kun came back from the outside, when he saw Ah Yuan writing and drawing again in the house, he stretched out his hand to hold down the charcoal pencil in her hand, feeling sorry for her working too hard.

"I can't draw well, and I can't sleep well thinking about it while lying down. I just get up, maybe I can get some results today." Yi Jun was discouraged, and buried herself in Shang Kun's arms for comfort.

"Little idiot, I took you there just to see the world, but you took it as a serious matter, plunged in and couldn't get out, and almost lost my eyes." Shang Kun's tone of hugging people was full of indulgence.

(End of this chapter)