Second Uncle Li did not lie at all. Old Zhang was indeed a master craftsman in the army. His craftsmanship was indescribable.
After Meton told him what he wanted, Old Zhang could do it accurately. Sometimes, Old Zhang could even think of problems that Meton did not think of.
"Young master! It's done! "Old Zhang applied an unknown glue. After sealing it, he put it on the table.
Suddenly, a group of people surrounded it.
It was something like a small drum. There was a crank installed on one side of the round surface and a long leather tube at the end. Meton went forward and shook it gently. The long tube below was filled with air and then the air was pushed out from the end of the tube. Feeling the air from the end of the tube, Meton nodded with satisfaction.
"That's it? This thing can let the fish live! "Li Yi said with a face full of doubt.
"Of course! If you don't believe me, you will see tomorrow. "Meton looked at the simple hand-cranked oxygen supply in his hand and felt very proud.
Oxygen supply was a common thing in the fish market. It was not rare at all. Moreover, it was electric, which saved time and effort. However, the oxygen supply made by Meton needed to be manually cranked. It was many times more troublesome. However, it was an epoch-making product here. With this oxygen supply, not to mention transporting the fish to Chang 'an City, even raising the fish for a year and a half would not be a problem.
"Thank you very much, Uncle Zhang." Meton said gratefully. Without this master craftsman in the army, Meton would not be able to make the oxygen supply even if he had a brain full of ideas.
"Young master, you are too kind. Although I don't know how you know this method, I have a hunch that it will be successful this time!" Old Zhang said.
"Really?"
Everyone was overjoyed. Old Zhang was a master craftsman in the army. Even in the Military Weapons Bureau, where there were many masters, Old Zhang was one of the best. Now that Meton's seemingly nonsense thing was confirmed by Old Zhang, everyone's confidence increased a little.
"This is all thanks to Uncle Zhang's craftsmanship!" Meton said.
"But this method seems to be magical, but it's just that no one has thought of it. If someone knows the principle of it, he or she will be able to imitate it. At that time, the advantage of our village will be gone. Uncle Zhang, please keep it a secret."
"Don't worry, Young Master. The Old Man is also a member of the Village Mo. This is related to the survival of thousands of people in the Village Mo. The Old Man will hold this prescription even at the cost of his life. The device inside will be made by the Old Man himself and will not be handed over to others. Even if someone puts a knife on the Old Man's neck, the Old Man will not reveal anything." Old Zhang promised in a loud voice.
"Uncle Zhang, you can't do that. If it really comes to that, Uncle Zhang is more important. In my heart, even this prescription is not as important as you. If this prescription is lost, I have other methods. If anything happens to Uncle Zhang, I will regret it for the rest of my life." Meton said solemnly.
"You are too serious, Young Master." Old Zhang was moved in his heart. The status of craftsmen in this era was very low, even if Old Zhang was a master craftsman in the army. But now Meton would rather lose this prescription, which could create a huge amount of wealth, to protect him. How could he not be moved?
"Bang!" Li Yi patted the table and suddenly stood up, saying loudly, "Don't worry, Young Master. The Village Mo is not easy to mess with. If anyone dares to offend the Village Mo, the Old Man will not let him go back."
Li Yi was so angry that his hair and beard stood up. A fierce killing intent filled the air, as if the valiant general who had fought in and out of the army had come back.
Indeed, the people in the Village Mo were the descendants of the fierce soldiers who retired from the army. The spirit of martial arts prevailed, and they had never lost a fight with the people in the surrounding villages.
It could be said that the Village Mo had a bad reputation, partly because it was poor, and partly because it was fierce.
Zi Yi had never seen Li Yi so fierce, and she was so scared that she shrank her head.
"Uncle Li, calm down!" Meton shouted hurriedly to calm down Li Yi's anger.
"Young Master, please forgive me. The Old Man forgot himself!" Li Yi saw that Zi Yi was scared and apologized repeatedly.
At this time, a shout came.
"Young Master, the fish is here!" Uncle Fu's voice came from the mansion.
"Teng!"
Everyone stood up, with a glimmer of expectation in their eyes. It was time to test Meton's words. If it was really successful, the whole Village Mo would have hope.
A waterwheel was pulled in by four young men in the village. Master Yu walked in the front, directing the others to park the waterwheel.
Zi Yi was the most excited. She rushed up at once and stretched out her head to see the fish, but found that the waterwheel had been closed.
"Uncle Yu! Open it quickly! "Zi Yi said in a sweet voice.
"Young Master!" Master Yu greeted and waved his hand. Four villagers came forward to open the waterwheel.
"So many fish!" Everyone stretched out their heads and couldn't help but exclaim.
There were at least 50 fish in the waterwheel, and each fish was about 5 jin. Because there were too many fish and too little water, the oxygen in the water was almost used up. Many fish had begun to float above the water, wanting to breathe more oxygen.
"Young Master, your method really works. According to the previous practice, if so many fish are concentrated in the waterwheel, they will not live for more than half an hour." Uncle Fu said worriedly.
The Village Mo was very poor. If these 50 fish died for no reason, it would be a great loss.
"Half an hour?" Meton smiled slightly, touched the manual oxygen supply device in his hand and said confidently, "Leave two people here, and I promise you will see the fish alive tomorrow."
Seeing Meton's confident look, everyone was a little bit convinced that Meton could really save the fish alive. A glimmer of expectation flashed in their eyes.
"Yu Er, Li Xin! You two stay here and listen to the young master's instructions! "Li Yi pointed at two young men in their twenties and said.
"Yes!" The two answered in unison.
Yu Er was Master Yu's second son, and Li Xin was Li Yi's eldest son. The two of them had already heard of the young master's plan from their father. If they could really help the young master with this matter, the two of them would be the first to benefit. Thinking of this, the two of them were full of enthusiasm.
"Push the waterwheel into the wing-room. This will be the secret of the Village Mo. You two must keep it a secret. If it is known by others, the advantage of the Village Mo will be gone." Meton said to them seriously.
"Young Master, don't worry. If they delay the big plan of the Village Mo, the Old Man will clean them up by himself!" Li Yi stared at Li Xin fiercely and said. His words made Li Xin shudder subconsciously. Meton thought of his own experience and could not help but look at Li Xin sympathetically.
At the side, Master Yu was also instructing his son.
"Young Master, don't worry. We know. We will keep it a secret!" Li Xin and Yu Er said quickly.
"Bang!"
Modun brought the two of them into the side room and slammed the door shut, blocking the curious gazes of the people outside, including the curious Zi Yi. That girl couldn't satisfy her curiosity, and her little mouth was pouting very high.
However, the more cautious Meton was, the happier Li Yi and the other old men were. Because Meton was so cautious, it showed that Meton attached great importance to this matter. This made them more confident.
"Creak!" The door of the wing-room opened and Meton walked out. Then, they heard the sound of the door being locked from the inside.
"Can the tools be used?" Old Zhang asked nervously.
Meton smiled and said loudly, "The tools are used smoothly. Tomorrow, you will see the fish still alive and kicking."
"Oh!" Everyone shouted happily.
Hearing the thunderous cheers outside, Li Xin and Yu Er, who were in the side room, looked at each other in dismay. Accompanying them was only the whirring sound of the oxygen supply and the gurgling sound of bubbles.
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