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Volume 1, Chapter 396 of Yan Cunzheng: A Long Window Showcases Craftsmanship

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    See the fastest update Huh?  There were three people in front of him, one old and two young. Seeing the clothes of those people, Zijian was stunned for a moment. These people were all wearing Taoist robes. There was an I-shaped ruler mark on their left chest. It could be seen that they should belong to a certain sect.  of monks.  "Ten big workers, a hundred small workers, a hundred handymen, and a hundred porters." The old Taoist stood there silently, but the young Taoist next to him took a step forward and said.  His voice was not loud, and he did not shout loudly, but his voice came out smoothly and smoothly, suppressing all kinds of noise and noise in an instant, making everyone quiet down.  But the silence was only for a moment. In the blink of an eye, there was a buzz of discussion again.  The young Taoist priest glanced at the crowd and said: "The price is still the same as yesterday, one tael for a big worker, 400 taels for a small worker, 100 taels for a handyman, and 50 taels for a porter." As soon as the price came out, everyone started buzzing and talking.  , Ge Tou'er took a step forward and said, "Taoist Master, I want to do a big job." "You?" The Taoist priest seemed to still remember him. He looked at him, frowned, and communicated silently with the old Taoist beside him for a moment.  After that, he said: "Okay, you can be a big worker, but if you don't perform well, you can only come back to work as a small worker." Ge Tou'er nodded, and the Taoist priest pointed behind him and said: "Big worker, stand over here.  " "Taoist Master, I also want to do big work!" Immediately, someone else stood up. Most of these people came from other labor markets. Since they shouted that they wanted to do big work, they were naturally very confident in their craftsmanship.  The young Taoist priest seemed to have piercing eyes. He glanced at several people and picked out two of them and said, "You two will do big work, and the other two can only do small work." Those two people were still a little unhappy. The young Taoist priest  Too lazy to argue with them, he said directly: "Either you do a small job, or you don't." The two people looked at each other, and then obediently walked to the other side, where the small workers were.  The young Taoist priest's eyes swept through the crowd, picking out people one by one. The moment his eyes swept over Zijian, Zijian felt as if someone had seen through him at that moment. It seemed that this young Taoist,  Really piercing eyes.  "You, do the big work." He pointed at Zijian.  Everyone's eyes came over. Zijian wanted to speak, but the old Taoist priest in the middle opened his mouth and said something. The young Taoist priest looked at Zijian again and frowned: "You" Zijian also practiced  Qi art, but his main method of training is symbiosis with monsters.  Zi Baifeng's Hidden Spirit Technique can only be used by various little demons and himself, but this method of hiding one's own spiritual energy is not the only one in the world. There is a particularly effective method passed down from generation to generation, Mr. Fu and Mr. Fu.  Relying on this method, Fei Yangzi and Fei Jianzi were deceived, making the two of them look like ordinary people.  When he came to Yinglong Sect this time, Fei Jianzi specifically asked for instructions from his husband, and then passed down this technique as the Bird and Mouse Watching technique. Zijian also practiced it. At this time, he was just like an ordinary person, and ordinary people could not hope to see through him.  camouflage.  It seems that the old Taoist feels that there is something different about Zijian, but he is not sure. The young Taoist is also hesitant to keep him.  "I heard that you still have Seiko? I want to be Seiko." Zijian smiled and said.  "Being a fine craftsman?" The young Taoist priest was stunned. "Not just anyone can do fine craftsmanship. What qualifications do you have to be a fine craftsman?" Zijian smiled and said, "It's all about my craftsmanship." "You can't say that.  "The young Taoist priest looked Zijian up and down, "If you want to do fine work, you need to show some real skills." Zijian took out the ebony cigarette case in his arms and threw it away, saying, "Is this enough?  " The young Taoist took the cigarette case in his hand, rubbed it up and down, and frowned. The old Taoist took it, looked at the cigarette case carefully, did not open it, and handed it to Zijian with both hands.  , said: "Sure, you can do fine craftsmanship." When the others saw Zijian doing this, they immediately began to look for things to show their craftsmanship, but they were scolded by the young Taoist priest, who continued to point one point at a time, and finally clicked on  Three hundred and ten people were gathered, but it only took less than a quarter of an hour.  As he nodded, Zijian watched and nodded silently.  He is also the best among craftsmen. In his opinion, whether he has skills and how good his skills are can be seen in many actions. In his opinion, there is really no mistake in this young Taoist priest.  Zijian was sizing up the young Taoist priest, while the old Taoist priest next to him was sizing him up, nodding silently while looking at him.  When everyone was gathered, the young Taoist priest led everyone to the place of work, but the old Taoist priestA few steps behind, he walked beside Zijian and asked: "Young man, do you respect Geng?" Zijian has not been called young man for many years. He has been a father for almost 20 years, and he is still called "young man".  The young man couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Zijian had grown a beard according to custom, but his face looked like that of a man in his early twenties. No matter how he looked, he looked like a big young man.  "Old Immortal, I am thirty and six years old this year." Zijian said.  "It's not like that, it's not like that. I think your young man is at least twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. Are you married?" "My son will be twenty this year." Of course, Zijian's own age is the same as Zi Baifeng's.  , are all false years.  "Are you kidding me, old man?" The old Taoist priest was a little unhappy and said, "Young man, my eyes are not vegetarian, so don't lie to me, old man." Zijian was helpless. No one else believed him when he told the truth. What's the matter?  Method?  The old Taoist priest was very angry and shut up. Zijian was also happy and free. He followed behind and watched, writing down the journey.  After walking for two-quarters of an hour, an open space appeared in front of us. There were already people busy on the open space, and a homestead had been built in the corner of the open space.  Zijian glanced over and counted roughly. There were twenty or thirty people wearing Taoist robes in the open space, as well as two to three hundred workers.  It can be seen that this is a big project. Zijian has a vague hunch in his heart. Zi Baifeng said that no one would think of doing real estate development now. Obviously, he underestimated others.  The posture of these people is obviously that they are building a house.  "Old man, are we building a house?" Zijian asked the old Taoist priest beside him.  The old Taoist priest snorted and ignored him, obviously still angry with him.  The young Taoist priest walking in front turned to look at him and said: "Yes, this is a house. If any of you does a good job, we can also use it for a long time" Before the young Taoist priest finished speaking, the old Taoist priest had already coughed.  I interrupted him with a sound, meaning to ask him to say less.  Long-term employment?  Zijian was stunned for a moment, long term, how long?  Judging from the current number of people, it would take more than ten days to build a yard, which is not considered long-term employment anyway.  "Come here for the big worker, follow him for the little worker, and follow that person for the others" The young Taoist priest turned around and arranged the crowd, assigning them to several Taoist priests, then turned to Zijian and said: "Jinggong, follow me.  "Zijian stepped forward to follow, but the old Taoist stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "Wait a minute, young man, you are just talking. You said you made that cigarette case, but it doesn't necessarily mean you did it." "Obviously, the old Taoist.  He became unhappy with Zijian, so he also began to doubt Zijian's character: "I want to test your craftsmanship to see if you can really do fine work. If you can't do fine work, I can  I'm going to beat you up and drive you out." Zijian was not afraid and said with a smile, "Okay, old immortal, please give me the question." The old Taoist priest reached out and took out a piece of paper from his arms and threw it to Zijian.  This is a blueprint. Just follow it and make a long window." Zijian unfolded the blueprint and frowned slightly.  The long window is complex in shape and decorated with a large number of patterns. It is extremely complicated. No wonder it requires exquisite workmanship. No wonder it costs a high price of ten taels of silver a day. If such a long window is made and sold, it will cost dozens of taels of silver.  more than.  But this is not a problem for Zijian. He is here today to inquire about the situation, so naturally he cannot be driven away like this.  "Uncle" The young Taoist priest hesitated and opened his mouth to say something, but the old Taoist priest waved his hand to stop him.  Zijian looked at the drawing in his hand. The old Taoist priest had already ordered someone to bring the materials and said, "If you need help from someone, just ask. I allow you to bring two workers." "No need."  It's better not to use it. Besides, it's not so troublesome that it requires help.  The wood used for this long window is also of good quality. It is really a waste to use it to make a long window. With such reckless piles of materials, what kind of thing do these Taoist priests want to build?  Zijian was confused.  Although he was confused in his heart, his hands were not slow. Zijian reached out for a piece of wood and weighed it with his fingers. He didn't need a ruler or ink line. He just took a charcoal pen and drew lines on the board. The lines were horizontally horizontal.  Vertical and extremely precise.  Looking at Zijian's technique, the young Taoist priest was a little surprised. He didn't expect that among the common people, there were craftsmen with such superb skills.  The old Taoist priest frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.  In the blink of an eye, Zijian had finished drawing the line. He took out the saw from the tool box and split the board in a few strokes.    Then planing, drilling, gluing, nailing, sanding, and carving are all done in one go, which is overwhelming and the hands never stop.  The young monk's mouth opened wider and wider, and his eyes looked at the long window. An ordinary long window, in Zijian's hands, seemed to be alive. After finishing, the long window that had not yet been painted  , placed on the ground, it is like breathing, with spiritual energy overflowing.  Zijian also felt a little strange. These days, everything he made had a unique charm.  "Who are you? Who is your master?" The old Taoist priest suddenly reached out and grabbed Zijian's arm.  "My master? I don't have a master My craftsmanship was passed down from my father, who has been dead for many years." Zijian was confused.
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