After Wang Hua, who was over 40 years old, got up early in the morning, his mood was very unhappy. After beating his wife and chasing two chickens, he felt a little more comfortable. However, the two children were clamoring to eat the "Hu cake" sold on the street. This made his already anxious heart more and more angry. He said without saying anything. He immediately took off the shoe board on his feet and beat him fiercely. While beating, he still scolded himself: "Useless foodie! Your father has fallen into the hands of that "Killing Star". You still want to eat this and that. I really don't want me to have a good time!"

After exhaling his anger at home, he saw that it was already dawn, so he could not delay any further. Wang Hua just picked up his shirt and went out to Datongfang with a heavy expression. But when he reached the door, he couldn't help but look back at the broken courtyard for a long time. The corners of his eyes gradually became wet without realizing it. Finally, he gritted his teeth hard, and he walked forward without looking back.

It took about half an hour before Wang Hua, who had a dim expression, came to the armored workshop in Datongfang. At this time, the huge workshop warehouse and the courtyard outside were densely packed with people. Unlike Wang Hua, most of the people here were gray-haired and old.

As both of those who were called to the meeting by the "Killing Star", these people were all uneasy at this time, so they nodded to greet each other. After everyone nodded and then squatted down to wait for the unknown fate. Therefore, the venue that accommodated more than 2,000 people was silent at this time.

"Huazi, we are not those who resell military weapons. Why do you think that killing star summoned us for?" A skinny craftsman next to Wang Hua asked him in a low voice.

"You haven't heard anyone! This Ministry of Works Director Wailang is addicted to murder. His name "Killing Star Principal" has long been called loudly in the capital. We called him to the meeting again. This time we have a good time! I just hope that the Bodhisattva can bless him and he can leave us a way out." Wang Hua, who had been panicked by rumors in the outside world these days, said in a low tone. Unexpectedly, he remembered the dilapidated courtyard again, and even regretted that he shouldn't have beaten his wife and children when he left. Maybe he should have bought them a few cents in his arms. After all, it was a thought.

Just as the old man sighed and Wang Hua was thinking, he heard three gongs and sounds. Two brigades of brightly armored imperial guards slowly advanced from the back door of the warehouse. Then they were unsheathed, and crossbows were skewed, and the courtyard was tightly surrounded by the yard. Only by looking at the strict formation, the craftsmen in the field were even more shocked, but no one dared to speak. They were waiting silently for the protagonist of the meeting, Cui Po, the officer of the Tang Dynasty Department of Works, arrived.

After waiting for about a stick of incense in this suffocating atmosphere, Wang Hua and the craftsmen saw him at the back door of the warehouse. Shi Shiran walked into an official in the 20s and wearing the sixth-rank official uniform. He had a handsome face and must have been in poor health and walked a little slow, especially the shoulders and arms were stiff and motionless. This special walking posture also made the young official look a little more unkind, which complemented his name "killing star".

As more than two thousand people were staring intently, the death-seeking King of Hell slowly moved to the wide platform. After standing still, he patrolled the whole audience with his eyes. He waved his hand slightly, and then a team of twelve executioners with flesh on their faces and dressed in a full set of big red shirts entered the platform and stood on one side with their hips. The bitter cold light on the twelve long sweeping swords only made Wang Hua dizzy, and his heart was as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, sinking and sinking.

In the silence and boundless pressure of the whole audience, the young official still waved his hands gently again without saying a word. However, this time the person who came in was no longer the executioner, but the twelve blue-clothed servants, each holding a tray in his hands. The six trays in the front were all fifty-two large silvers with the covers removed, and the ingots were neatly arranged in a ingot. The bright white light only made the craftsmen in the venue temporarily forget the worries of death, and their eyes lit up. The six trays in the back were Shu brocades with gorgeous colors as bright as clouds in the sky. This fabric that was not a great official could not enjoy made the craftsmen's eyes shine again.

The twelve servants also came to the stage and stood on the right side to protect the young official with the executioners on the left and right. The long swords with cold light, huge silver ingots, and gorgeous Shu brocades, these three things with different natures increasingly shocked the craftsmen such as Wang Hua in the field.

After glanced at the audience with his eyes again, the young official smiled slightly and said loudly: "From today, the 77 artifact workshops in Beijing will be taken over by me. You are all the most skilled craftsmen in each workshop. The future field managers will also be produced by you. Therefore, I invited everyone here today, and there is no other purpose, to tell you the charter of the officials' actions." Speaking of this, the official smiled slightly

Later, he signaled to the people on both sides of his body to fight against the sword and hold the plate and said, "To be honest, this charter is simple, nothing more than the word "reward, punishment". From now on, if someone is diligent in his work, his official will not be stingy with the rewards of gold, silver, cloth and silk; but if anyone dares to slack off in business, these twelve long swords are prepared for you!" At this point, the young official had a ferocious face, and Wang Hua even felt a slight murderous intent floating out of his tall figure.

After saying these words, the young official said nothing more and walked down. In just a moment, he had passed through the back door and disappeared, leaving only the executioners and servants on the platform standing in a neat manner, using the things in their hands to silently interpret the presenting words.

The young official left so quickly, only Wang Hua and other craftsmen were stunned. They were completely surprised. They had been working in the workplace for many years and had changed several managers. The one who was not a single Si Li Liu said to serve the court and work hard for the king? There was such a thing as this "killing star"? He deliberately avoided the shining thick back sweeping knife on the left side of the high platform. Wang Hua's eyes were closely focused on the piles of snow-white silver ingots and the bright Shu brocade. The Tang people rarely used silver and traded mostly with cloth and copper coins. It was the first time he saw such a large silver that he couldn't help but think: "With these silver, the house in his family can be repaired and ready for the winter. Maybe he should take the children to the two markets for a while, and the child's mother should also add a few new clothes..."

Just as the craftsmen were thinking, another person in charge of the businessman was in charge at the back door of the warehouse, and the businessman stepped onto the platform a few steps and said loudly: "Thank you, Lord Cui, Hongfu, the court promised to return the wealth confiscated by the Ganzi and Zhanggu to the various venues, thinking that you would compensate you and others for the accumulated wages and money you owed over the years. Just use this money, don't forget the fate of those trash officials; and don't forget the kindness of Lord Cui. Now, you are all in line and get the money!!!"

After a hustle and bustle, Wang Hua, who walked out of the armored field, pressed his suddenly bulging waist for the fourth time. A hard feeling came. He was still confused in his mind and could believe that all this was true. "Killing Star" not only did not kill people, but also made up for these accumulated wages that he never dared to expect! This huge contrast made his steps start to step deep and shallow.

"Hu cakes! Fresh and hot Hu cakes!" The old Cang head, who was selling cakes on the street, shouted hoarsely, and awakened Wang Hua who was sleepwalking.

The fifth time I pressed my waist bag, and it felt hard and still there. Wang Hua immediately threw everything he thought aside, and shouted: "Well, who sells cakes, give me two... No, there are four cakes, which are fresh and hot!"

Carrying four hot cakes and carrying a few feet of freshly pulled flower cloth, Wang Hua, who returned to his house, gently kicked the half-closed courtyard door, and shouted, "Dabao, Erbao, Dabao, Dad is back, come out to eat the cake..." After a while, a series of laughter sounded, adding some vitality to this slightly broken courtyard.

In the afternoon, Wang Hua, who was slightly drunk, quickly came to the crossbow workshop in Guiyifang without delay and stepped into the gate of the workshop. Facing this place where he had been staying for more than 20 years, Wang Hua clearly felt a feeling that was different from the past and surged in his heart.

After walking a few steps forward and walking around the screen wall and walking to Wang Hua in his workshop, he saw a group of black heads appearing in front of him. The five hundred craftsmen in his room were sitting neatly on the ground, and there were ten full-clogged imperial guards standing beside them.

He stepped forward and sat in the last row. Wang Hua whispered to the person beside him, "Little Lizi, what is this for?"

"'Killing Xing' sent someone to ask the brothers to choose the leader and manage the matter by themselves." He glanced at the standing imperial guards, and the craftsman named Little Li Zi said softly. Then, he looked at Wang Hua again and said, "Brother Wang, your skills are incomparable to our entire venue. They are popular. Brothers are also convinced by you. If you are brother, don't forget to take care of me!"

"Me! There are thousands of people in our workshop! Brother, what are you kidding?" Wang Hua laughed "screaming", but suddenly, he remembered the strange-looking Lord Yuanwailang in the morning. His heart was jumping faster and faster, and the laughter naturally became lower and lower.

In the evening, Wang Hua, who had gone home from the workshop, said nothing, fell to his head and lay on the couch, scared the woman who was threading the needle enough, picked up a bowl of tea and walked forward, and asked repeatedly, "Dad, what's wrong with you?" When she couldn't get the answer, she was frightened and was crying, she saw that her face was flushed and sweat was overflowing. She said in a drunken tone: "Damn, I'm a palm, that's the palm that takes care of ten thousand people!"
Chapter completed!