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Volume 1, Chapter 50, Yan Cunzheng: First Class, Thirty Years, Two Discs of Grinding

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    Who would have known that not long after he left, he came back helplessly, scratching his head and saying: "Oh, the old man is still in Mengcheng." Now the old man is still arguing with those clan elders in Mengcheng, for three pieces.  Two pieces of jade were pulled back and forth, and he helped Fujun consume some wine and meat.  Zi Baifeng now knows that none of these clan elders are fuel-efficient. Xiayan Village has a reserve, how can other villages not have it?  Even immortals are not as sophisticated as these mature guys. Don't expect them to hand over and spit out the things in their hands easily.  When they were arguing one by one, I don't know what they were thinking.  "I don't know when this old man will come back" Zi Baifeng said, feeling a little discouraged.  "You don't need to go to the old man for this kind of thing." Zijian calmly put down the pestle in his hand, clapped his hands, and said with his hands behind his back: "I'll go find Shi San." Shi San is the third eldest son and is a mason.  How could there be no masons in a place like Xiayan Village, which relies on the mountains?  In fact, in a village, there are people who are good at everything. It is almost a small self-sufficient society. For example, Zijian is the repairman and furniture master in the village. As for the bricklayers, when people in the village have problems with their houses, most of them repair it by themselves.  .  ¡°If nothing else, the stone mortar in Zi Baifeng¡¯s house was chiseled out by Shi San.  "I'll go too!" Zi Baifeng hurriedly followed, like a henchman.  Zi Baifeng was actually very excited and pleased. Not only did his father support him, but he also personally took action and planned to kill a key figure first. Zi Baifeng enjoyed this feeling of true unity between father and son.  "I'm going too!" How could Xiao Shitou pull him down and follow him? The two puppies were wagging their tails behind them and followed suit. The growth of these two puppies is really gratifying, and they are already clinging to people.  Now, Xiao Shitou has to be held in his arms when he sleeps, and Yan Wu has to take him out of the bed every night.  When Zi Baifeng had free time, he would write a few strokes for these two puppies to nourish their growth. Therefore, these two puppies grew up much faster than their brothers and sisters. The other Zi Baifeng also  Occasionally, he would use the Demon Raising Technique to moisturize him, but there might be such a thing as qualification in this world. The effect of nourishing the puppies with the Demon Raising Technique was not very good. Over time, his son Baifeng was no longer willing to waste any more energy.  Zijian took Zi Baifeng and Xiao Shitou and walked a few steps to Shi San's home.  Of course, Shi San's surname is Yan, and he is also the son of the Yan family, and the stone statue in the ancestral temple is actually the handiwork of Shi San's ancestor.  Because Shi San is a stonemason, he lives closer to the mountains. When he walked to the door, he saw various large stones placed outside the door. Some had already taken prototypes, and some were still raw stones.  Shi San was sitting in the yard, chiseling a stone, which had already begun to take the shape of a stone mortar.  "Third brother, I'm here to discuss something with you." Zijian came in and got straight to the point.  "Ah, Lao Jian, yo, the scholar is here too!" Seeing a few people coming in, Shi San quickly stood up.  "Uncle Three, Uncle Three, and me." Xiao Shitou quickly behaved.  "Okay, there's Little Stone." Touching Little Stone's head, Shi San smiled.  Zi Baifeng also looked at Shi San. In fact, Shi San was a very lonely person and rarely left home. He was about forty years old. His eldest son was already in his twenties. His younger son was twelve years old, also Zi Baifeng.  one of the students.  Both are craftsmen in Xiayan Village, and Zijian and Shi San have a good personal relationship.  "Today Baifeng told me that he wanted to build a water-powered mill here. Please take a look at it." Dad stretched out his hand, and Zijian handed over the design drawing in his hand. Shi San came up to look at it and clicked.  He nodded and said: "The painting is good." After receiving the praise, Zi Baifeng was not proud yet, so he listened to Shi Sandao, "It's just a bit amateur." Zi Baifeng was suddenly discouraged again.  "Ah, it was painted by the scholar" After Shi San finished speaking, he saw Zi Baifeng's depressed eyes and quickly made amends. However, this man was as hard as a stone and was really stupid and couldn't say anything nice.  "Third brother, can you see if it can be done? If it can be done, we will start building it." Zijian said.  He is supporting his son with practical actions. Anyway, the water mill is a structure of wood and stone. They can handle it with just one carpenter and one stonemason. They just need to spend some money and effort.  There is no need to be so stingy when it comes to benefiting the village. There is still a lot of money to be rewarded by the governor.  Recently, Zijian¡¯s thoughts have indeed changed quietly. His horizons have broadened and his thoughts have become different.  "If you want to use a water mill, you need a good stone." Shi San said, "I think the big bluestone on the mountain is good. If it can be pulled back"It's gone" "No!  no!  "Zi Baifeng shouted quickly. "Don't worry, your third uncle won't chisel your precious stone.  "Zijian smiled and glanced at Zi Baifeng. He understood Shi San. When the mason saw a good stone, it was like a reader seeing a good book. How could he not be moved? Zi Baifeng looked up and saw the bluestone standing -  -It is getting bigger and bigger. Recently, the blind mother-in-law has begun to burn incense and pray for blessings near the bluestone. Many village women in the village have also begun to worship the bluestone god. Shi San also took a look at Zi Baifeng. The stonemason's eyes were fascinated by the stone.  The most obvious thing is that the stone is getting bigger every day. He can tell it at a glance, but Zi Baifeng, who writes and draws on the bluestone all day long, is the most suspicious. Can't he hide it?  Baifeng's heart was full of resentment. The way these people looked at him was different from before. It seemed that Uncle Shi San was not an ordinary person. He was also a wise and foolish person. He was different from ordinary foolish men and women. Well, let's go.  People with technical skills have high IQs. ¡°Then let¡¯s see if this works.  "Shi San led two people into the backyard. As soon as he entered, he saw two large round stone mills that were magnified tens of millions of times and were like coins placed in the backyard. One was placed on a stone base and was used as a table. The other  He stood next to the wall, leaning against a pile of stones. ¡°Hey¡­¡± Zi Baifeng opened his eyes wide, ¡°Shi Sanbo, have you been ready?  " "Alas" Shi San sighed and said, "I am not ready, but my grandfather is. These two big stone mills were chiseled out by my grandfather during his lifetime. Bit by bit, they are enough."  It took a year to carve out this stone. Look at this stone. My grandfather found 16 strong men and took six days to transport it out of the mountain. Except for large bluestones, I have never seen any stone with such texture.  It won¡¯t be worn out even after ten years; if you look at the craftsmanship again, it¡¯s as smooth as a mirror, without even a white spot. When I was a child, I learned the craft and helped polish this stone grinder. I polished it for a whole day" Zi Baifeng also  Looking at the stone mill, it is horizontal and vertical, and it is rounder than a wheel. The surface of the stone mill is as smooth as if it has been polished by a grinder. Standing there, it can vaguely reflect the shadow of a person. "More than thirty years ago.  , our Xiayan Village once planned to build a mill and use oxen and donkeys to pull the grinding mill. My grandfather searched for several years before he found a good stone. However, the situation deteriorated and my grandfather did not see it before he died.  The mill was completed I didn't expect that thirty years later, we would finally build another mill. If my grandfather had known anything about it" Shi San sighed. "Third brother, let's go to the river together in the afternoon and choose one.  Good location.  "Zijian said, then walked forward, stretched out his palm, spread his fingers, and took a few nanometers. He already knew the size of the stone mill. These veterans who have been immersed in their own skills for many years  When it comes to professional quality, the craftsmen are all masters. Zi Jia already knew the width and thickness of the wood, how thick and long the wood was, how much wood was needed, and what kind of wood was needed.  The father and son said goodbye to Shi San's house, then turned around and went to Yan Laowu's house. Although Yan Laowu was not there, his son was there. If nothing unexpected happened, after Yan Laowu, the clan elders would be born from his sons. Now,  He has already achieved great prestige. Several of his young sons have gone into the mountains, leaving the eldest and the second to take charge. At this moment, they have just finished paying homage to their ancestors from the ancestral temple. They are excited when they see the father and son of the son family coming over.  Another thank you. The most important thing for these older farmers is to honor their ancestors, and now they finally see the light. "Water mill?"  Was it the scholar's idea?  Hearing this, Yan Da said without thinking, "Okay, I'll gather people right away, and let's build the house first."  " A mill, a mill, of course there must be a mill. "Brother, let's go check out the location in the afternoon. It won't be too late to decide on a place before gathering people.  "Zijian said. "I'll go and tell them first. Someone has to help, and those who can can help. The few kids at home are also learning how to build a house.  "The mill is just a house, and there is no one living in it. The requirements are not high. It can be built in two days after driving the ground piles and raising the beams. "Then I will go back and I will come back in the afternoon.  "Zijian said. "Don't go!  "Zijian came to the door by himself, how could Yan Da let him go," and Mr. Xiucai, how can I let you go when you are here? Come on, let's drink!  " "Forget it about drinking, I have to go see the fields to work in the afternoon.  "Zijian is not pretentious. He is proud. This respect, this honor, this status that everyone looks up to is earned by his son. "Is it decided? Is it done? Zi Baifeng  A little confused, this is too fast. Zi Baifeng looked at his father with some surprise. Zijian's action and execution ability were really amazing, but it's no wonder??If he was not decisive and inefficient, how could he pull Zi Baifeng's back as a father and mother in the first place? How could he survive the two-year escape and train Zi Baifeng into a scholar?  Not to mention these virtuals, there can be a son who is a child who is an unforgettable son. Where can Zijian's genes go?  Looking from behind, Zi Baifeng noticed that his father's gray hair on his temples had turned darker, the deep fish lines at the corners of his eyes had become lighter, and his energy level was even higher than when Zi Baifeng first saw him.  I don't know how many times better.  There is no longer the feeling of suffering and caution as before. Instead, he becomes more energetic.
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