Datang broom star

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"Hey!"

The beauty's sigh was faint, and Jia Ping'an had already arrived at the Ministry of Industry.

"Yan Shangshu."

Yan Liben was painting, and Jia Pingan greeted him outside the door, but he couldn't stop him from painting.

Lao Yan's greatest skill is painting. He drew more than ten strokes in a row, put down the pen, raised his head and said indifferently: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Wuyang?"

I can't come to find you if I have nothing to do?

Jia Pingan came in and glanced at the painting, but Yan Liben put away the drawing paper casually, with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

What is this Jia Ping'an doing here?Want to steal a teacher to learn art?That's right, it is said that there is no knowledge of calligraphy and painting in Xinxue, pale...whiter than milk.Speaking of milk, Yan Liben thought of a lot...and couldn't help licking his lips.

Lao Yan is so stingy that people are speechless!

"Yan Shangshu, I'm here today, and I want to ask about Sanmenxia. If possible, I have a way to solve this problem."

Jia Ping'an has already thought of a way, but he needs to mobilize some resources.

How much credit is there for dredging the Sanmenxia?

It's huge.

You bastard is blowing up!

Yan Liben glanced at him, then took out the drawing paper and picked up the pen...

He ignored me?

Jia Pingan wanted to spray a few words, but why think about it?Can't there be basic trust between people?

That's it.

He left the Ministry of Industry and then went to the Ministry of War.

"I want blacksmiths, the more the better."

Ren Yaxiang looked at him, thinking that this guy might have smoked.

"What do you want a blacksmith for?"

"Break the Sanmen Gorge."

hissing...

Did this guy drink too much?But if he wants to get Sanmenxia, ​​it's a good thing, at least the old man doesn't have to face his daily holiday every day.God is pitiful, look at the Six Books of the Tang Dynasty, which book is pitiful for the old man, every day when he comes, there is a servant who asks for leave, and year after year, day after day.This heart is as strong as iron!

Ren Yaxiang put down his teacup, got up, walked around Jia Ping'an twice, and asked in front of him, "How do you do it?"

Later, more than [-] blacksmiths gathered in the Ministry of War.

"All you have to do is build tools."

Jia Pingan drew several shapes of chisels, and then the shape of steel drills.But the biggest problem is hardness.

It's not hard enough, it won't fit in!

This requires steel, but Datang's steel... Datang does not have steel.

"You have to show the spirit and spirit of making hundreds of steels. By the way, remember to quench and quench it many times, otherwise the hardness will not be enough."

A group of craftsmen carefully looked at these pictures, and an old craftsman raised his head, "Mr. Wuyang, this thing has been around for a long time..."

"I want harder, harder!"

Not hard, it cannot penetrate stone.

"How hard should it be?" The old craftsman had a headache.

"It should be as hard as it is, but be careful not to be brittle."

"Can't it be crispy?"

"Of course not brittle."

The craftsmen looked distressed, and the old craftsman smiled wryly: "Mr. Wuyang, I'm afraid it's...difficult."

Ren Yaxiang coughed dryly, "Mr. Wuyang, just do your best in this matter, don't let yourself have no way out.".It was Ren Yaxiang's wish to let Jia Pingan go away, but the tossing was too much, and he would be troubled in the end.

Lao Ren is persuading him to save face for himself, so as not to end up in vain.

But I have plenty of ways... Jia Pingan stretched out five fingers and said confidently, "Fifty thousand!"

Is there anything in this world that money cannot drive?

No matter how reserved a girl is, she has to kneel in front of money.

More than 30 craftsmen are numb.

what!

What does this mean?

Jia Pingan suddenly realized, "Jia made a written note for you to keep."

The craftsmen immediately burst into smiles.

Jia Ping'an got it right away, and the old craftsman took the paperwork, turned around and asked, "Who can read?"

"I."

After verifying that it was correct, the old craftsman trembled with excitement, "Mr. Wuyang, wait for the good news I'm waiting for."

"be quick!"

The front is arrogant and the back is respectful!

Jia Ping turned around, and a group of officials looked at him blankly.

This method... turned out to be directly throwing money at it.

The key is that these craftsmen really have a way.

Lord Wuyang... a god and a man!

In just half a month, the craftsmen invited Jia Pingan to the workshop to see the results.