Chapter 1544: The Frontier and the Rear Are United

The sound of rain has not stopped, and the wind is gradually getting weaker.

Wang Damu has a bunch of things next to him, for his wife and his two children.

He also has a set of woodworking tools, stonemason tools, and farm tools.

He eats noodles slowly, glances at the gifts from time to time, and chuckles.

Everyone looks at him, and they are in a good mood. He is a good citizen of the Tang Dynasty.

Hardworking, simple, loyal, honest, and frank.

Li Yi takes the new woodworking tools to explain their uses, and puts the wood next to them, and he personally operates them.

A set of woodworking, done by him in a very good manner.

"Da Mu, my hands are not good enough. I can only demonstrate the new tools to you to this extent. You can go back and figure it out yourself.

Every profession has its own specialty. I am not a carpenter by birth, so my learning is too shallow.

A person has a hundred hands, a hundred fingers, but they cannot point to one end; a person has a hundred mouths, a hundred tongues, but they cannot sing in one place.

There is no perfect talent in the world, just enough is enough. My life is also limited, but knowledge is also unlimited. To follow the unlimited with the limited is dangerous!"

Li Yi used tools to make a set of Luban locks, which were combined with a click, and then disassembled with a clatter.

This is his carpentry work. The mortise and tenon structure did not use any ruler, but relied on eyes and hands.

Princess Yongmu held Xiaolan's hand with a happy face, thanking God for choosing such a man for her.

Oh! God is afraid of his own man, and there are also the King of Hell.

The ministers watched Li Yi's operation and listened to what Li Yi said, and felt that Li Yi was scolding people.

According to Li Yi at that time, to put it simply and specifically, he was an academician who held the national record of the 110-meter hurdles for many years.

Look at Li Yi, administration, political struggle, military training, weapons design and manufacturing, strategic deployment, tactical arrangements, agriculture, fisheries, animal husbandry, water conservancy, land transportation, water transportation, foreign trade, culture, art, medical care, education, chemical industry, economy...

I have been watching you throw new things out, what do you say to us that learning has a limit and knowledge has no limit?

Li Yi himself knows that his carpentry work is indeed not as good as that of the Tang Dynasty carpenters. Take out any carpenter at random, and he is guaranteed to be better than him.

His greatest contribution to the Tang Dynasty craftsman industry is to provide many standard tools, and make the first generation of tools with the most accurate wooden bed.

Then use the first generation of tools to process the second generation of tools. Good craftsmen use the second generation of tools, and the worse ones use the third and fourth generations, with lower and lower precision.

In the past, good craftsmen had their own set of measuring tools, wooden rulers, rope rulers, and rules.

They were found to build wooden buildings.

It is difficult for ordinary carpenters to make a standard tool. Just like a scholar who copies books, the more he copies, the more typos he makes. The accuracy of the tool gradually changes.

Li Yi used the Workers' Alliance to put the first-generation tools as a benchmark, and compared the second-generation tools. If they are almost the same, they will be fine.

The craftsmen of the Workers' Alliance are proud of the fact that they have a complete set of standard measuring tools.

In addition, there are graphite pencils, natural talcum pens, and mixed red and blue pencils made of clay dye paraffin, which is equivalent to the four treasures of the study.

There is also a glass level ruler that is more convenient to carry, otherwise you need to use the floating wood method and the hanging rope method.

With the hanging cone and ink fountain, the household items are almost there.

Wang Damu ate the noodles in a few bites, rubbed his hands hard on his clothes, and carefully stroked the whole set of tools.

He muttered: "This is good, this is good, I don't have to spend money to find someone to do the work at home. If you don't know how to do it, just learn it and be willing to work hard."

Li Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth, full of memories.

Grandfather and people of older generations all do their own work, carpentry and bricklaying.

Tie fences, build stone walls, build brick houses, find people to help put up beams, build kangs in the north, put on tiles, make furniture...

Like people in countries with high labor costs, they have to be able to work by themselves and can't afford to hire people.

Now looking at Wang Damu's appearance, it is estimated that he plans to pass down his tools.

"Wrap them with tarpaulin when you leave, and send someone to drive them away. There are too many things." Li Yi saw Wang Damu's helpless look and said softly.

"Li Dongzhu, I don't know how to thank you. I, I will ask people to write Wanmin together when I go back..."

"No need to write, if you want to beat me, just come and beat me, see how many hits my body can take?"

Bi Gou was angry, where did you hear that Wanminshu could beat the prime minister?

Aren't you farming? You think about beating me all day?

Who spread it? The prime minister bullied Li Dongzhu, and Li Dongzhu needed Wanminshu to resist?

"No, no, I, you, Li Dongzhu, and a bowl of noodles, 80% noodles."

Wang Damu was startled and quickly changed the subject.

"Hahaha~~~" Li Longji laughed, and the others couldn't help laughing.

"Hehehe!" Wang Damu lowered his head and rubbed his left knee.

"Li Dongzhu, we need 100 sets at the border." The soldier who reported the news brought the bowl of noodles and made a request.

"Okay!" Li Yi agreed without asking.

There are craftsmen in the army, and the craftsmen's tools are probably not good enough, and the good tools sent are not enough.

Bi Gou opened his mouth, but held back. He wanted to ask Li Yi if sending 100 sets of tools would be considered a tax deduction, but he was afraid that Wang Damu would go back to get the Book of the People after hearing it.

I don't know since when, the Book of the People, which was clearly used to praise officials, turned into a tool to help Li Dongzhu fight the prime minister.

In the long run, can the prime minister still have a good reputation?

Local officials dare to ask for the Book of the People when they return to Chang'an to report on their work? Do they have any dissatisfaction with the prime minister?

"Master Li, a dictionary. I don't want a sophisticated dictionary, just the one that ordinary people in Chang'an use." The soldier was not polite at all when facing Li Yi and asked for something.

"Okay, there are pencils and paper." Li Yi agreed happily.

The sergeant smiled: "Well! Brothers want to read more, learn tactics from Yulin Flying Cavalry, and draw maps.

If the patrolling brothers find something useful, they can't write or draw it, and they are afraid of delaying the battle.

Whenever new newspapers are delivered to Chang'an, the brothers will find literate people to read at night. Listening, they don't feel that Chang'an is far away."

Li Yi was silent, scooped half a bowl of soup for himself, and drank it in small sips.

"Send, send newspapers, send more, newspapers are printed on one side, and you can practice calligraphy on the back."

Su Yan felt bad when he heard the sergeant's words. He made the decision. Li's manor still lacked that little newspaper money?

Not long after, snoring came from the tent, breaking the harmony of the rain.

The sergeant sat there with a bowl and nodded his head, but the bowl didn't fall.

"The bowl is tightly grasped!" Wang Damu was a little dumbfounded. Can you grab something while sleeping?

"Take it as a weapon, you'll get used to it." Li Yi put down the bowl and walked over to take the bowl from the soldier.

He put his hands together on the top of the bowl, and just as he exerted force, the soldier suddenly looked up: "Are we at the next post station? Li Dongzhu? I'm going to sleep when I get there."

"You rest first." Li Yi took the bowl.

"I haven't finished eating yet, there are a few bites left, it would be a pity to throw it away." The soldier resisted his sleepiness.

"Give it to me." Li Longji walked over, took the bowl, picked up the soldier's chopsticks and rubbed them on his sleeves twice, picked up the bowl, slurped it into his mouth, and then raised his head to drink the soup.

The people in the tent widened their eyes, and Li Longji raised his sleeve to wipe his mouth: "Go to sleep, come on, carry it away, cover it well, don't let it get wet in the rain."