Chapter 135 Lijiazhuangzi Robs Craftsmen

"Hello!" "Hello!" "Ha~ah~" "Hoo~ah!" "Open~~!" "Ah~~"

There is an ice chisel leader on the ice, and other people stand in a row, one holding the drill and the other wheeling the hammer.

The leader carefully observed the large piece of ice and adjusted the rhythm. The others lowered the hammer according to his rhythm.

When the last sound of "open" came out, the person holding the hammer immediately retreated, and the person holding the drill simultaneously pressed the skewer diagonally backward.

With a "click" sound, a large piece of ice separated from the other ice.

The people standing further back watched nervously. They were responsible for pulling the rope. If someone fell, they had to pull it up quickly.

It's just that the ice surface is slippery, and the friction between the shoes and the ice is small, so I slip out when I move.

Over there, where everyone had worked together to cut the ice apart, a hand hoist was pulled by a rope and moved along the ice to the shore.

"Proprietor." Taohong looked at the man standing unsteadily on the ice, and suddenly thought of a good idea, at least she thought it was good.

"Proprietor, first dig shallow pits on the ice. Will it make it less slippery when you stand on it?" she said excitedly.

"Good idea." Li Yi praised first.

When Taohong smiled and her dimples appeared, Li Yi threw out the next two words: "But..."

“But the ice surface is very smooth. If the hole is small, the area of ​​contact with the ice will be smaller when your foot steps on it. If the hole is big, you will sprain your foot directly.

And cutting ice will not prevent water from splashing on the ice, unless sand is sprinkled on top, otherwise... Let's go into the shed and I'll draw two things. "

Li Yi said, suddenly thought of something, and turned around with Taohong.

Entering the shed, Taohong opened the first aid kit. There was a separate grid next to it, which contained paper, charcoal pens, compasses, squares, rulers and other small tools.

Li Yi drew a picture of an insole on it, then drew a few triangles around the insole, and then drew a three-dimensional diagram.

The triangle on the insole is folded down, the insole is changed into an oval, a hole is punched in the insole, and a rope is threaded through the hole.

After drawing this, Li Yi looked around.

Taohong picked up two pieces of paper and handed them to the Zhangjiacun villager who was responsible for ladling the soup: "Find someone to send the things drawn by the proprietor to the workshop, and ask them to make a few of them quickly."

The old woman scooping the soup didn't say anything, took it out, shouted, and a villager ran over, took the paper and ran away.

The blacksmith in the workshop saw the drawings, called a few people, discussed it, found the spare thin iron plates that had been prepared before, and started processing.

Heat it in the stove, cut out the shape, and punch holes.

Then use pliers to adjust the angle, hammer down two or three times, and a triangle will be folded off.

A total of six small triangles were smashed and thrown into the water to quench.

After a while it got colder, and a dozen things were taken to the river.

Li Yi put down his pen and said to the people in Zhangjiacun: "Take it over, connect the rope, step on the flat surface with the shoe pointed down, and tie the shoe with the rope."

Soon someone over there tried, and then there were cheers.

“Easy to use~~”

"Not slippery at all."

"I'm not afraid of running away anymore."

"Who did it? Good job."

Li Yi continued to lower his head and draw. This was more difficult.

What he drew was an ice drill, which was generally used for fishing at that time. A hole could be drilled in one meter of ice in less than a minute.

Comes with its own battery, smart and convenient.

The whole shape is spiral, with a sharp point at the head.

There is currently no electric drive, but it can be done manually using gears and shafts connected.

Place it on a wooden frame and fix it, then step on it like a thresher to turn it.

It requires iron, and it can only be cast. It is not that difficult for a blacksmith to smash it out.

"The strength of cast iron is not good enough, but it is harder than ice and can be drilled in." Li Yi was very satisfied with his design.

If you are fishing or fishing in winter, it is enough to use a drill to cut the ice.

Of course, now we need to keep taking ice. The more frequently an ice drilling machine is manufactured, the more valuable it will be.

Taohong, who was standing at the door and looking out, kept smiling. She heard the people working on the ice say that the shoes were good, and she was proud of them.

"Proprietor, it's easy to use, easy to use." People from Zhangjia Village came over to report.

"Tell the workshop to do more." Li Yi said.

"But there is so much iron..." the villager hesitated.

"It's not like you just throw it away after use. Iron is still iron." Li Yi glanced at the villagers.

The villagers ran away.

Li Yi continued to draw, but the spiral drawing of three-dimensional figures was slow.

After the painting was finished, he went back directly.

Leave it to the blacksmith: "Make the mold first, then pour the molten iron. Pay attention to safety."

The craftsmen gathered again to look at pictures and talk.

"Let's Zhuangzi also make ice sculptures and turn them into ice lanterns at night. Otherwise, if there is one in Chang'an City, everyone can't go see it."

Li Yi thought that with good equipment, would his village be lively?

"Okay, okay!" Taohong expressed her support.

"Find craftsmen from outside to make ice sculptures." Li Yi saw that his proposal was approved by everyone and made a decision.

"We have craftsmen in Zhuangzi. Let's look for them outside. Zhuangzi's craftsmen..." Taohong objected this time, representing half of the attendees.

"The craftsmen on Zhuangzi can have some fun and focus on other tasks, while learning to read and draw drawings."

Li Yi gave up his decision-making power and insisted.

"Okay." Taohong lowered her head and rubbed her toes on the ground.

On the third day of the twelfth lunar month, news spread in Chang'an City about the high-priced recruitment of workers at Lijiazhuangzi on the bank of Bashui in the east of the city.

Yesterday, some craftsmen went over and discussed it with Zhuangzi. When they came back and talked about it, more people were interested.

"How could he, Li Yi, do this? There are not many craftsmen in the city, but he still offered double the price." The county magistrate Fan Ai was angry and went to Pei Yaoqing to complain.

"How are you doing?" Pei Yaoqing looked at Fan Ai and asked.

"So...someone is asking him to reason." Fan Ai wanted to say harsh words, but knew it was useless.

He didn't know that His Majesty always went to Zhuangzi, but he knew that Li Yi had a good reputation in Chang'an City, especially Pingkangfang.

"Youlan, don't be anxious. There are actually enough craftsmen in the city. It's only because the selection process is too strict that we feel there is a shortage."

Pei Yaoqing spoke to Fan Ai in a slower tone. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net

Youlan is Fan Ai's word, which is taken from: "Li Sao" said: "The household is full of Ai and wants to come, saying that Youlan is not admirable." ’ sentence.

Fan Ai's family has someone who is an official. The meaning of naming him is to tell him not to impose his likes and dislikes on others.

At the same time, Pei Yaoqing explained the reason for the shortage of craftsmen. Craftsmen had to be selected first, and a lot of craftsmen who could still carve were eliminated.

If some requirements are relaxed, more craftsmen will naturally work.

"Huanzhi, in that case, why not send the other craftsmen to Li Yi." Fan Ai thought he had come up with a good idea.

"The selected craftsmen are paid twice as much as the selected craftsmen, so how can the selected craftsmen agree?" Pei Yaoqing asked with a smile.

"Then what should we do?" Fan Ai looked like he was scratching his head, pacing around in circles.

"The matter was settled in Li Yizhuang. It should be settled in Li Yizhuang. You and I will go to his village to have a look." Pei Yaoqing gave a solution.

He actually didn't know what to do, but he knew who to look for.

"Go quickly, Huanzhi, you and I can leave now." Fan Ai urged.

I remembered something again and laughed.

"I heard that if Li Yizhuangzi goes, he won't have to pay for food. He can eat at the small fried food on the third floor of the world," he said.

"It's nothing. Ordinary people used to eat a bowl of noodles at most. Only officials and slightly wealthy people could eat it at will." Pei Yaoqing told the truth.

"Is he, Li Yi, this kind of person?" Fan Ai curled his lips.

"At least he gave me a bowl of noodles, so people won't starve to death. Youlan." Pei Yaoqing deliberately called Fan Ai again.

Does it mean that you have forgotten your name and the meaning of your name? Could any random person get into your home? You give me a bowl of noodles when you come in?