Song Dynasty Iron Armored Army

Chapter 210

The next day, after breakfast, Tao Zongwang was instructing the workers to prepare the materials for the scaffolding. There were so many things to prepare for the construction of wooden boards, bamboo poles, and various kinds of wood.

"Director Tao, Director Tao, go and have a look." A worker who built the wall yesterday came over.

"What's the matter?" Tao Zongwang asked.

"It's solidified, it's solidified, the wall that was yesterday is very strong now," said the worker.

Tao Zongwang followed, and several craftsmen were watching.

Tao Zongwang stretched out his hand and pressed it a few times. The concrete on the wall was as solid as a stone. Then he took a hammer and hit it a few times. It was very hard.

"Come here a few people, let's push and try." Tao Zongwang said.

"Yes." A few workers soon came and pushed the wall together, without moving at all, it was very strong.

Tao Zongwang was really convinced, and said: "This cement is too powerful. It will completely replace the concrete in the future. At the same time, it will change the architectural pattern, and it can completely build high-rise buildings. No wonder only 150 of the [-] houses were built. It turns out that the owner of the villa has already considered a small two-story building."

Tao Zongwang recalled that Chai Lin had said that water was needed to harden the concrete, so he immediately called a cart to pull water, and the workers poured water on the concrete wall with a ladle.

Since concrete is much easier to use than concrete, construction must be started quickly, with priority given to the factory building.

The craftsmen and small workers put on their rattan helmets one by one and started working.I have to say that the speed of construction with cement is too fast, and the progress of the project is screaming.

The donkey retreated from the mill was transferred to the quarry to pull carts to transport raw materials to the cement factory. It was hard enough, but the animals were in charge of the animals, and they had more rest time than humans, so they were not too tired.

Li Dahammer is like a chicken blood, yelling at the workers to work hard every day. The food is not bad these days during the Chinese New Year. .

Just as Chaijiazhuang was rushing to build houses and cultivate land, the annual eighth temple fair on the first month of the first lunar month was taking place in the east of Cangzhou, a hundred miles away. , All kinds of department stores, cloth, toys, furniture, farm tools.Those who call to buy, those who sell, and those who bargain, are connected together.

There is no online shopping these days, and people still like temple fairs very much. The magistrate Su Can personally participated in the temple fair to show that he had fun with the people. The government office is gone.

The crowded temple fair is very lively, with all kinds of commodities, snacks, juggling, storytelling, and singing ditty.

In a relatively remote corner, there was a Taoist priest with a fairy-like demeanor, and a little Taoist boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The Taoist was carrying a sword on his back, holding a whisk in his hand, and placed a table in front of him with a yin and yang fish spread on it. There were eight large characters written on the signboard in front of it: The iron mouth is straight and broken, and fortune-telling in five characters.

There are quite a lot of people who come to tell fortunes, and Xiaodaotong is responsible for maintaining order. After all, five cents is not much, so if you want to have fun, it doesn't matter whether the calculation is accurate or not.

At this time, a strong man came, about thirty years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and unshaven beard.

Xiao Daotong stopped him and said, "Benefactor, what do you want?"

"It's marriage."

"Okay, Wu Wen Gua Jin."

The brawny man paid five Wen, passed by, and sat down in front of the Taoist in a proper manner, saying, "Master Taoist, I want to calculate the marriage."

"Hmm, tell me, who do you want to marry?" the Taoist asked.

"I am a long-term worker of the landlord's family. It is just right that the master's family has a daughter. I will calculate whether I am destined to be with her. If I am destined, I don't have to work hard for the rest of my life." The strong man said.

The Taoist came to a Zhuge Maqian class, and then took out a bronze mirror, and asked the strong man to look at his face.

The strong man was puzzled and said, "Master Taoist, is this asking me to use copper as a mirror to straighten my clothes?"

"The benefactor is wrong. The poor Taoist just wants you to recognize your bearish appearance. If you are poor, you have to work harder. If you are ugly, you have to work harder. Can you understand the meaning of the poor Taoist?" said the Taoist priest.

The strong man gave a deep salute, said thank you, and left.

At this time, another person dressed as a scholar came, paid five Wen, sat down and said: "Master Dao, my family has thousands of acres of fertile land, a lot of wealth, and many wives and concubines. Why am I not happy?"

The Taoist priest took out a vegetable leaf and put it on the table. The scholar was puzzled and asked, "Does the Taoist priest mean that the vegetable root should be mild and tasty?"

"No, what Pindao means is that as long as you have a green vegetable leaf, you won't be so drunk. Young people still have a chance. Go back and study hard, abandon unrealistic fantasies, and you will definitely prosper in the future."

The scholar scratched his head and said, "I wanted to tease the Taoist priest, but I didn't expect the Taoist priest to tease me. Thank you for your teaching."

After cleaning for a while, a short man wearing a big bamboo hat came. His upper body was quite long, but his legs were short.

"Foretellers, tell me a fortune teller." The short man took out five cents and threw it on the table.

The Taoist priest stretched out his right hand and said, "I will count five Wen for others, and fifty taels for you."

"You have fewer knives than the one who robbed Dao." The short man said.

The Taoist priest laughed and said: "I'm going straight to the point, pointing you in the wrong direction, revealing the secrets, how can a mere 50 taels make up for it? It's fate when we meet. The poor Taoist sees that you are confused and then guides you, otherwise I won't bother to talk to you. "

The short man took out 50 taels of silver and paid.

"Quickly calculate, calculate when I can transfer luck."

"Look at your extraordinary appearance, you are a little strong, you will not die no matter how hard you beat, and you are very tenacious." The Taoist priest pinched his fingers and said with a smile: "Happy in front of my eyes, you are going to be a father in three to five months. "

The dwarf is so angry, even if he gets married right now, he will have to be a father ten months later, not to mention that he doesn't have the ability, so he decided that this is a liar, so he got up and left.

Suddenly, a woman in a colorful gown came, with her stomach sticking out, she came and grabbed the dwarf's arm tightly, and said, "Master, you make it easier for me to find you."

"Who is your husband-in-law, you must have mistaken him." The short man was puzzled.

"Master, you have someone outside, I won't talk about you in the future, don't deny me, this child is five months old." The woman cried.

Those around the temple fair condemned the dwarf and said: "This man is really nothing. His wife is pregnant and can still abandon her."

The short man saw that although the woman was not very attractive, she was also plump. She picked up a daughter-in-law for nothing and gave away a younger one. It was a double happiness and happy to be a father. He immediately smiled and said: "Okay, okay, we will go back after the fortune-telling is done. Family."

The dwarf was [-]% convinced, he didn't think the Taoist priest would get a woman to fool him.

"Xianchang, why have I been very unhappy in the past six months and suffered heavy losses."

The Taoist said: "Dragon thrives in water, and tiger roars in mountains. Dragons are not as good as dogs in mountains, and only tigers are good in mountains. They rise when they meet mothers, rise when they meet Qing, thrive when they meet rivers, and stop when they meet fire."

"I don't understand what the fairy said about the clouds and mountains and fog." The short man said.

The Taoist priest shook the Buddha dust and said: "That's all for now. Whether you can comprehend it or not depends on your good fortune. Please go back. I'm afraid your life will be in danger if it's too late."

"Okay, let's go my wife."

The short man's pregnant daughter-in-law walked away quickly. After a while, a team of yamen servants came and looked around for a woman with a portrait. It was the woman just now.

　Ask for monthly tickets and recommended tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)