Chapter 64 Stirrups and Horseshoes

After solving the farming problems and getting Huang Daopo's weaving skills, Zhao Lang was still in a good mood.

Zhao Lang had seen Huang Daopo's weaving skills in history books.

The requirements for raw materials are not high, and the technical requirements for personnel are not very high.

But it can greatly increase the speed and quantity of weaving.

It is the crystallization of ancient textile technology.

Coupled with Quyuanli, the most basic farming and weaving in the whole world does not require much investment.

can be greatly improved.

This is the power of technology.

Now he needs to find a better carpenter, and if he wants to mass-produce these things in the future, he needs more people.

A little irritable.

"Do you want to enter Xianyang again?"

Zhao Lang frowned and thought, now he is a little bit resistant to Xianyang City.

Anyone who goes there twice will suffer two unnamed disasters, and will feel a little uncomfortable.

"Go and see the blacksmith's progress first, and wait until the plowshare comes out to see the situation."

When they arrived at the small courtyard at the edge of Zhuangzi, blacksmith Wang Tiezhu was leading people to knock on it.

Zhao Lang saw that the plowshare was already being built, which was quite fast.

"Patriarch, you are here."

Wang Tiezhu said with a simple and honest smile.

"Well, come and have a look, you don't have to worry about me, just keep busy with your work."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said.

"Okay."

Wang Tiezhu responded, and as expected, he ignored Zhao Lang and led people to build things honestly.

Zhao Lang looked at Wang Tiezhu for a while, and was thinking about something.

While waiting for the other party to strike iron, he said,

"Tie Zhu, I don't think you are young anymore, and there is no one at home, why don't you go to Zhuangzi to settle down."

"If you are in love with any girl in Zhuangzi, I will definitely help you both."

Wang Tiezhu said with a silly smile at this time,

"Thank you Patriarch, everything is fine in Zhuangzi, I am willing to stay."

"It's just that I have an old master who has no children. I wonder if I can take him over?"

Speaking of this, Wang Tiezhu was a little embarrassed, as if he felt that he had taken advantage of Zhao Lang.

So add,

"Don't worry, my master is old and can't forge iron, but he is good at carpentry."

"Certainly not eating and living for nothing."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang's eyes lit up immediately, is there a master?

it is good!

Still have no children?

The best is the best!

Still a good carpenter?

It couldn't be better!

He was thinking about how to keep people in Zhuangzi, so he handed over the iron-making method to the other party.

It is impossible to let the other party go like this, but fortunately the other party is also very sensible, staying in this yard every day, and even Zhuangzi has never gone out.

"Tie Zhu, I didn't mean you, how could you leave the old man alone?"

"Hurry up and take it to Zhuangzi."

Zhao Lang didn't give the other party any chance to refuse, he asked for the address directly, and then sent someone to pick it up.

In this way, iron smelting, Quyuanli, and the improvement of weaving techniques are all settled.

Zhao Lang suddenly felt better,

"Tie Zhu, don't worry, you all get the same treatment, and the elderly will also have it."

After Zhao Lang left, Wang Tiezhu still had that simple and honest look on his face, he just said to himself,

"He is very wary and wants to take people as hostages. He is not a good person."

But soon he smiled again,

"It's not good to be a good person, and you won't die so easily."

"Now it's up to Juzi to make a decision."

At this time, a servant came in and brought a jug of water,

"Brother Blacksmith, take a good rest."

Wang Tiezhu said with a smile,

"Thank you."

That night.

Zhao Lang finished drawing the loom drawing in Huang Daopo's weaving art, stretched his waist, got up and prepared to go back to the dormitory of the four of them.

This drawing is relatively confidential, and it is impossible for him to draw it in the four-person dormitory.

There was a knock on the door,

"Young master."

It is prosperity.

After entering the door, Wangcai said skillfully,

"My lord, there is nothing unusual about Mr. Gao today, he just took Mr. Hai to heal his injuries."

"Damn it, they are training hard, and they often look for Mr. Wang. It seems that they want to win the competition with Young Master Gao and the others in a few days."

Zhao Lang closed his eyes and listened. He didn't return until Wangcai finished talking.

"Wangcai, you still need to learn the characters as soon as possible. It will be much more convenient to report in letters later."

"Those talented servants in Zhuangzi, besides watching the situation in Zhuangzi, can't relax their studies."

"In the future, I will remove your slave status for all of you."

Wangcai said with a smile at this time,

"Young master, we are not as smart and motivated as they are to die. We think it is good to guard Zhuangzi."

Zhao Lang laughed and said,

"When you realize how big this world is, you won't think so."

"By the way, is there anything unusual at the blacksmith's side?"

Wangcai shook his head,

"No, the blacksmith has been staying in the yard since he entered the village."

"Oh, there are always two more pigeons in his yard for some reason, and he teases them every day to relieve boredom."

"Pigeon?"

Zhao Lang frowned slightly, as if thinking of something,

"That's okay. When the blacksmith's master comes over, he has to settle down and not neglect."

"Yes, my son."

Wangcai closed the door and left, leaving only Zhao Lang in the room.

Zhao Lang opened a piece of cloth with some names written on it.

This is the original young servant in Zhuangzi. The real family has a son, and Zhao Lang can make a decision with one word.

At the top of the list, there are two block letters:

cobweb.

However, this network is still very weak now, and it can only give him information on Zhuangzi.

Nothing to say all night.

Time flies by.

Everything is developing step by step, and the master blacksmith has also come to Zhuangzi.

An ordinary old man, nothing unusual.

But the first-hand carpenter's work is very good.

He just likes to wander around Zhuangzi when he has nothing to do, and then looks at Zhao Lang with a smirk.

For a while, Zhao Lang wondered if there was something special about him that made the old man like him easily.

His two teachers were like this, Mr. Tian was like this, and so was this master blacksmith.

"I'm handsome, but I still have this effect?"

Zhao Lang touched his face and said to himself.

Of course, he himself has not been idle for the past few days, and he is ready to practice horseback riding.

Otherwise, I will have to take a horse-drawn carriage every time I go out in the future, which is still too slow.

At this time, in a place outside Zhuangzi,

"Young master, you have to be careful."

Forbe said worriedly.

Riding a horse is actually a relatively dangerous thing. Not to mention ordinary people, even the generals who lead the army have accidents while riding horses.

Zhao Lang didn't mount his horse immediately, but said,

"Forbe, what about the things I asked you to prepare?"

Fu Bo immediately took out a bunch of fragmented items, a lot of iron bars and pieces, and asked suspiciously,

"My lord, what are these?"

Zhao Lang glanced around and saw that they were all from Zhuangzi, so he said with a smile,

"Stirrups and horseshoes."