During dinner, Zhao Fada called a little apprentice to cook in the kitchen of Liangchuan's new house. The other apprentices were still burying the pot to make rice in the wilderness. This little apprentice was no one else, but was helping Liangchuan to pull these snails.

Master Cheng’s little liar, Zhao Xiaopin.

The life experience of Xiaopin is a bit pitiful. He originally had a father of the same generation as Zhao Jinyu, and he was also the first to be a second-generation figure among the Luocheng masters. The most important thing is the carpenter work he did. This industry is the most popular. But God

Unsatisfied, during a job, Zhao Xiaopin's father left them and left the world forever, and also implicated the entire team of Luocheng masters and threw away a major project.

Adults would not blame Zhao Xiaopin's father, but children of the same generation hated Zhao Xiaopin because it was his devil's father who made everyone hungry for a long time. Gradually, Zhao Xiaopin's life became harder and harder.

He was increasingly marginalized, and over time, even his father and his blood relatives did not like him very much, and sent him to Xinghua and other work.

In ancient times, the normal craftsmanship was to pass on the father to the son. The master usually kept his disciples, otherwise the master would only starve to death. After passing on the tradition, he would become a nine-jin old lady, one generation was worse than the other. The most pitiful thing was Zhao Xiaopin.

The little apprentice, who had no master, followed everyone to live a life of monks and ring the bell for a day.

Today, it is rare for the first family to call him a name and ask him to work. He thought that the first family, that is, his uncle, had almost forgotten him. He was still a little moved when he was named. Only waste and garbage would be forgotten.

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Zhao Xiaopin picked up a large bundle of firewood, most of which were made of firewood. It was visible on the mountain, mixed with some pine wood. Every day, some of his apprentices went to the mountain to pick wild vegetables, some went to the river to catch fish, and some wanted to chop firewood on the mountain.

Come back as fuel.

This handful of firewood should be enough to cook, because he usually uses so much firewood to cook. He walked to the kitchen with the firewood in his hand, and frowned as soon as he entered the kitchen.

What caught his eye was a new stove that he had never seen before. There was even the fragrance of soil on the brand new stove, which was the smell of the mud shortly after it solidified. He had also walked through many places.

, but I have never seen such a stove, and my intuition told him that there must be something different about this stove.

Throwing Zhao Xiaopin into the crowd, you can catch at least ten identical Zhao Xiaopin in one net, which shows how unpretentious this kid is. However, under Zhao Xiaopin's ordinary face, there is a mind that keeps thinking.

He didn't want to live like this all the time. On the contrary, he wanted to be a dignified craftsman like his father, leaving behind wonderful buildings in this world, and letting people remember their contributions.

Zhao Xiaopin keenly felt that this stove was an opportunity!

Zhao Fada sent him to Xinghua, a small place. To put it nicely, he set up an office for Zhao Xiaopin to run it himself. To put it bluntly, even learning craftsmanship wanted to save the young man and exiled to Xinghua.

It is born and fled.

Unfortunately, God is fair, gold shines everywhere. Zhao Xiaopin has been beaten by society. Not only does he not complain, but he has developed a tough personality. He has always paid attention to the popular trends, from the food, the food, oil and salt, and the people.

He knows the most what the head of the family needs!

The height of the stove and the size of the stove door are completely different from that of an ordinary stove. He threw down the firewood in his hand, lowered his head and wanted to squeeze his head into the small stove door to see clearly the situation in the stove.

Unfortunately, the stove door is too small and his head is too big, so his eyes can only wander outside. He simply reached in and touched every inch of the stove wall in the stove, feeling the ups and downs of the stove wall, and meditated in his mind.

The space design of this stove.

He almost figured out the design inside, then grabbed a handful of hay, stuffed some dry branches, and started to ignite. What surprised him was that the stove was surprisingly easy to ignite. Other stoves had to be at least one to two.

Then, the flames will burn unwillingly in the stove.

The flames in the stove were burning very vigorously, like a little squirrel with a fluffy tail, running around everywhere. There was no trace of smoke in the kitchen. In the past, a meal would always burn out in dust because the height of the stove door was too high.

The gap between the edge of the pot and the stove is too large, and the smoke from the stove runs out.

There was porridge in the pot, full of water, and only a small amount of brown rice was added.

The flames in the stove were very strange. Although he didn't add much material to the stove, the flames inside kept burning. His face was pressed against the door of the stove, and the flames made his face flush and a heat

The breath rolls in the chamber but will not spread out.

The Fire De Star Lord shows his saint? The Kitchen God shows his power?

The aroma of rice porridge gradually spread out from the pot, and the iron pot kept making puff sounds. In the past, the firewood I prepared had almost been burned, but today I looked down at the firewood on the ground

Going third, there are still many left behind.

This stove is so busy!

In the family, you don’t know how expensive the firewood and rice are, and only then will you raise your children to know your parents’ kindness. In the farm life, firewood is ranked first. Don’t underestimate the firewood everywhere in the mountains and the earth, but no one can pick up the axe every day

Go to the mountain to cut firewood. A bundle of firewood costs a few cents, but it needs to be used every day. Over time, this is a considerable household expense. Even if you can save ten cents a day, you can save more than three chunks of money in a year.

money.

In the eyes of farmers, saving is profit. Poverty and no way out, and the source of the economy depends on saving. Why is saving for thousands of years a virtue in our country? Because everyone advocates this. In the future, saving will be mocked.

, because the concept of money is not saved is noisy.

Zhao Xiaopin suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. Out of rules and politeness, he first found Zhao Fada and asked him about the details of this matter.

He found that Zhao Fada didn't seem to care much about Kong Xinzhao. When he saw him cooking the rice, he just asked him lightly: "Is the rice cooked?"

Zhao Xiaopin thinks it is normal. Most of them are qualified craftsmen who work step by step all their lives. The most stable thing is to remain unchanged. Once there is a change, they will be nervous. They will be nervous about their own craftsmanship and whether the new changes are needed by their boss.

, is it the current downward trend?

"Uncle, the rice is ready."

Zhao Fada just instructed Zhao Xiaopin to try out the new stove in the new house, so it would be better so soon! The rice cooked by other apprentices in the wild is only 70% cooked!

"So quickly!" The new type of firewood stove really has the effect of saving time. "The boss is the boss, and he also has this skill!" Zhao Xiaopin thought that his uncle would talk about the firewood stove, but he didn't expect to praise him.

The boss, I didn't mention a single word about him.

Zhao Xiaopin thought about it and had a fierce ideological struggle in his mind.

When Zhao Fada saw that he was actually dazed in front of him, he looked worried. "What, you have something to do with your snippet?"

Zhao Xiaopin thought for a while, and finally got up the courage to make up his mind to say to Zhao Fada: "Uncle, I think this new stove from my boss is very useful. I want to learn this craft from my boss!"

Zhao Fada was surprised that he had this idea and looked at him with bright eyes. After watching it for a while, he felt relieved. He also understood that if he followed this sketch, the masters of Luocheng, he would be just a little apprentice for the rest of his life.

If you can't learn real skills, you will now tend to be marginalized. His father used to be a character, but unfortunately he died young.

At least he has his own master in his heart, and knows how to learn other craftsmanship before he has obtained his consent. Now, young people are straightforward when they see money. They will put their etiquette and morality behind their heads, and they will also take them.

The bones are in sight.

"Go, I agree with this." Zhao Fada felt a little sad. When did they rush to learn the craft that others wanted to learn now and some people want to go out to learn to build stoves... As the first one, as the craft

The inheritor, he felt a little disappointed!

After Zhao Xiaopin received Zhao Fada's approval, he was extremely excited. He gave a few tributes to his uncle and ran to the He clan's ancestral hall alone.

At night, it is usually when Liang Chuan is practicing axe. The heavy axe is now in his hand as if the hand is extended, like an arm that makes his fingers easy, and he can no longer find any stagnant feeling. Liang Chuan's physical strength has also improved a lot, so I wield a few times.

Thousands of axes, his face did not blush and his heart would not be beating. The armor-like calluses on his hands showed his efforts over the past few months.

Li Chuyi told him that he could practice other kung fu now. Liang Chuan asked him what kind of kung fu should he learn now, and he talked about the kung fu under his feet!

When Liang Chuan heard this word for the first time, he was very excited. Li Chuyi's upper body was half-dead, and although he could defeat thousands of troops with one arm, it was not his strength after all. He once thought that Li Chuyi should be very good.

Legs...

"What kind of leg method should we learn?" Liang Chuan asked rubbing his hands.

Li Chuyi gave him a blank look, "What kind of leg skills are you learning? Can you stretch your feet out on the battlefield and let someone chop them?" His tone was as cold as the north wind in the twelfth lunar month, and he could choke people to death.

Li Chuyi's words made Liang Chuan speechless, and that's right. What can be left on the battlefield are summarized from the dead and summarized by hard work. Those flashy and unreal moves that can be called life-saving.

They brought their master into the loess.

Liang Chuan was talking to Li Chuyi. Zhao Xiaopin came over. Liang Chuan hadn't seen this little slip-on for a long time. Last time he died in Xinghua, he still had a sharp mouth and left a deep impression on Liang Chuan.

Zhao Xiaopin stood tightly outside the courtyard and did not dare to come in.

"Come in, why are you doing like a piece of wood outside?" Liang Chuan smiled and called him into the yard to speak.
Chapter completed!