The rain did not stop, and the wind gradually died down.
There was a pile of things beside Wang Damu. They were for his wife and his two children.
He also had a set of woodworking tools, stonemasonry tools, and farming tools.
He ate the noodles slowly, glanced at the gifts from time to time, and laughed heartily.
Everyone looked at him in a good mood. He was a good citizen of the Tang dynasty.
He was hardworking, honest, loyal, honest, and calm.
Li Yi held the new woodworking tools and explained their uses. There were pieces of wood beside him, and he personally operated them.
He did a set of carpentry work very well.
"Damu, my hands are not good enough. I can only demonstrate the new tools to you to this extent. Take a good look and go back to think about it.
I'm not a carpenter, so my knowledge is too shallow.
A man has a hundred hands, and a hand has a hundred fingers, but I can't point to one end; a man has a hundred mouths, and a mouth has a hundred tongues, but I can't speak in one place.
There is no all-rounder in the world. There is a limit to my life, and there is no limit to my knowledge. If there is a limit, there is no limit! "
Li Yi used his tools to make a set of Luban locks. He put them together and took them apart with a clattering sound.
This was his woodworking. He did not use any ruler for the mortise and tenon structure. It was all based on his eyes and hands.
Princess Yongmu held Xiao Lan's hand with a happy face, thanking God for choosing such a man for her.
Oh! Even God is afraid of my man, and there is also the King of Hell.
The officials looked at Li Yi's operation and listened to Li Yi's words. They felt that Li Yi was scolding them.
In Li Yi's time, to put it simply, he was an academician who had held the national record for the 110m hurdles for many years.
Look at Li Yi. Administration, political struggles, military training, military design and manufacturing, strategic deployment, tactical arrangements, agriculture, fishing, animal husbandry, water conservancy, land transportation, water transportation, foreign trade, culture, art, medicine, education, chemical industry, economy …
We've been watching you throw out new things, and you're telling us that there's a cliff in learning, and there's no end to knowledge?
Li Yi himself knew that his carpentry skills were indeed not as good as the carpenters of the Tang dynasty. Any random carpenter would definitely be better than him.
His greatest contribution to the craftsmen industry of the Tang dynasty was to provide a lot of standard tools and the most precise wooden bed to make a generation of tools.
Then, they would use the first generation tools to process the second generation tools. Good craftsmen would use the second generation tools, while those who were slightly worse would use the third or fourth generation tools. The precision would become lower and lower.
In the past, good craftsmen had their own set of measuring tools, wooden rulers, rope rulers, and rules.
Even when building a wooden building, they would look for them.
It was very difficult for ordinary carpenters to make a standard tool. It was just like how scholars would make more mistakes when copying a book. The precision of the tool would gradually change.
Li Yi used the Craftsmen's Alliance to set the first generation tools as a benchmark and compare them with the second generation tools.
The craftsmen of the Craftsmen's Guild had a set of standard measuring tools. They were very proud.
Together with graphite pencils, natural talc pencils, and mixed red and blue pencils made of clay and paraffin wax, it was equivalent to having a complete set of the four treasures of the study.
There was also a glass ruler that was more convenient to carry around. Otherwise, he would need to use the floating wood method and the hanging rope method.
Together with the hanging awl and ink bucket, the household furniture was almost ready.
Wang Damu finished the noodles in a few mouthfuls. He wiped his hands on his clothes and carefully stroked the entire set of tools.
He muttered, "This is great. This is great. I don't need to spend money to find someone to do the household chores. I just need to learn what I don't know. I just need to be willing to work hard."
Li Yi's lips curled into a smile. He was full of memories.
His grandfather and people from the older generation all worked by themselves. Carpentry, brick, and tile work.
They tied fences, built stone walls, built brick houses, found people to help with the beams, made kang beds in the north, did tiles, and made furniture …
Just like people in countries where labor costs were high, they had to know how to work themselves and could not afford to hire people.
Now, looking at Wang Damu's appearance, he probably wanted to pass down the tools to his family.
Li Yi saw Wang Damu's helpless look and said softly, "When you leave, wrap it up with a cloth and send someone to drive it. There are too many things."
"Li Dongzhu, I don't know how to thank you. I, I will go back and ask someone to write the Ten Thousand People …"
"There's no need to write. If you want to hit me, just come and hit me. Let's see how many hits my bones can take."
Bi Goo was angry. Where did you hear that the Ten Thousand People Book could hit Zai Fu?
Aren't you a farmer? Why are you always thinking about hitting me?
Who spread this? Zai Fu bullied Li Dongzhu. Li Dongzhu needed the Ten Thousand People Book to retaliate?
"No, no, it's me, you, Owner Li, and a bowl of noodles with 80% powder."
Wang Damu was shocked and quickly changed the topic.
"Hahaha ~ ~ ~" Li Longji laughed. The others could not help but laugh as well.
"Hehehe!" Wang Damu lowered his head and rubbed his left knee.
"Li Dongzhu, we want 100 sets at the border," the soldier who reported the news requested with a bowl of noodles in his hand.
"Okay!" Li Yi did not even ask and directly agreed.
There were craftsmen in the army. The craftsmen's tools were probably not good enough. The good tools sent were not enough.
Bi Goo opened his mouth but held back. He wanted to ask Li Yi if the 100 sets of tools could be deducted from the tax, but he was afraid that Wang Damu would go back and get the Ten Thousand People Book.
He did not know when the Ten Thousand People Book, which was used to praise officials, had become a tool to help Li Dongzhu beat up the Prime Minister.
In the long run, how could the Prime Minister leave a good reputation?
When the local officials returned to Chang 'an to report on their work, they still dared to ask for the Ten Thousand People Book? If they asked for it, would they be unhappy with the Prime Minister?
"Li Dongzhu, dictionary. I don't want a profound dictionary. Just the most common one used by the people of Chang 'an."
The Non-commissioned Officer was not polite in front of Li Yi and asked for things.
"Okay, also pencils and paper." Li Yi still agreed happily.
A smile appeared on the soldier's face. "Yes! The brothers want to read more books and learn tactics from the Winged Knights. They want to draw maps.
If the brothers on patrol find something useful, they can't write or draw it. They are afraid that they will miss the opportunity.
Every time a new newspaper is sent to Chang 'an, the brothers will find literate people to read it at night. Listening to it, they will not feel that Chang' an is far away. "
Li Yi was silent. He scooped half a bowl of soup for himself and drank it in small sips.
"Send, send more newspapers. The newspapers are printed on one side. We can practice writing on the back."
When Su Yi heard the Non-commissioned Officer's words, he felt uncomfortable. He was in charge. How could the Li Family Zhuangzi lack the money for newspapers?
Not long after, snoring sounds came from the tent, breaking the harmony of the rain.
The Non-commissioned Officer sat there holding the bowl. His head was nodding, but the bowl did not drop.
"You are holding the bowl tightly!" Wang Damu was a little dumbfounded. You can grab things when you are sleeping?
"You can use it as a weapon. You will get used to it." Li Yi put down the bowl and walked over to take the Non-commissioned Officer's bowl.
He put his hands on the top of the bowl. As soon as he exerted force, the Non-commissioned Officer suddenly raised his head. "Are we at the next relay station? Li Dongzhu? I am going to sleep when I get there. "
"You rest first." Li Yi took the bowl.
"I haven't finished eating. There are still a few mouthfuls left. It would be a pity to throw it away." The Non-commissioned Officer resisted the sleepiness.
"Give it to me." Li Longji walked over and took the bowl. He picked up the Non-commissioned Officer's chopsticks and rubbed them on his sleeves. He picked up the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he raised his head and drank the soup.
The people in the tent stared with their eyes wide open. Li Longji wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Go to sleep. Someone come, carry it and cover it well. Don't let it get wet."
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