Wang Changmu watched Wang Youzhen leave the ancestral hall with gentle eyes.

I said a word with a voice that I could only hear.

“It’s time to go to the imperial examination.”

Just as Wang Changmu was about to return to Yuer Town to resign from his private school, he had not had time to leave the ancestral hall, and Wang Youzhen came back.

Wang Youzhen came back this time and took a book in his hand, put it in his father's hand and left without saying anything.

After my son woke up, he had many amazing actions.

Take away silver from the iron millstone that was closely guarded by the Ganghu, and create a spindle hydraulic spinning machine, etc.

Many of the knowledge they have mastered has exceeded the scope that Wang Changmu can understand.

It must be not easy for my son to hand this book in his hands.

Wang Changmu straightened the book and read it over.

There are only two big characters written on it.

"Mao"

Wang Changmu didn't understand whether this was a person's name or whether there was any special mystery.

I couldn't figure it out, so I opened the cover and began to read it carefully from the first page.

Just after looking at the first page, Wang Changmu's gentle expression gradually became serious.

Just like Wang Laipin got the infantry exercises book, Wang Changmu was also motionless.

I've always seen it dark.

the next day.

After dealing with the final finishing of the hydraulic spinning mill, Wang Yaren rushed to various ancestral halls. The heads of each ancestral hall discussed the recruitment of workers.

But he had been wandering around the village for almost halfway, but he still couldn't find a leader of the ancestral temple, and even the young and strong men from each ancestral temple were gone.

Wang Jiren couldn't help but frowned and turned around to walk towards the ancestral hall of Chief Jiao.

Jiao Family Ancestral Hall.

As Wang Yiren expected, the heads of the ancestral hall and the salt deputies of Yanchi Village were in the valley not far from the Jiao Family Ancestral Hall.

This valley was used to dry food, but later all the land was annexed by Sun Baohu and gradually became abandoned.

The place is spacious enough, just for the head of the ancestral temple to discuss matters with the salted young and strong men.

Clan Chief Jiao and several other ancestral temple chiefs stood in a relatively high place, while other salted green and strong men were surrounded.

A ancestral clan of the ancestral temple said with a sad face: "This time I overthrew Sun Baohu, all thanks to the Wang family."

"Now we have joined the line with Fu Yanshan's loud horse again. Although there are fewer people in the family, they are the largest force in our village."

"The future salt course must be taken over by the Wang family, but I don't know how much of the floating harvest will be taken away from us."

Clan Chief Jiao was unwilling to talk about this matter, and could not withstand the requests of the other clan leaders, so he could only reluctantly take them to the valley court to discuss the matter.

It’s not that they don’t trust Wang Youzhen, it’s just that they have been exploited by Sun Baohu over the years.

Now that I finally got Sun Baohu down, I can take a breath, and I really don’t want to live the miserable life I used to be.

When Clan Chief Jiao heard this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Let's not worry about it here, can you still trust Brother Wang?"

"Brother Wang will definitely think about this matter carefully, and maybe there will be no revenge in the future."

Just as Chief Jiao and others were talking about this, Wang Jiren walked around and happened to pass by the valley field.

Seeing the darkness in the square, full of salted green and strong men and clan leaders of various ancestral halls, I couldn’t understand what was going on.

The Wang Jiren did not disturb them, and did not even make any sound, so he went back to find his father.

Mr. Wang was watching three hydraulic spinning machines in the hydraulic spinning mill, ready to replace parts for the hydraulic spinning machine at any time.

When I heard what my second son said, I stared at him and showed a fierce aura.

Without saying a word, Mr. Wang took out the waist knife hidden in the ancestral hall.

This waist knife is not simple. It was a Qi family knife that the president gave him after he cut off the head of an Eight Banners.

The overall appearance of the Qi Family Sword is similar to that of the Oriental Sword, but it is even more resilient. It is a weapon that Qi Jiguang figured out specifically to deal with Japanese pirates in the East.

In addition to killing people faster and sharper, the biggest function of this Qi family knife is to have a symbolic meaning.

The courage of the Eight Banners soldiers is obvious to all. Shanhaiguan kills only two or three hundred Eight Banners soldiers every year, half of which are killed by Guanning Iron Cavalry.

He killed an Eight Banners soldier back then.

Baihu admired the Qi family's sword happily, which really made the other border soldiers envious.

In addition to envy, there is more admiration and respect.

Not to mention the same villages in Yanchi Village who went to the border to serve in the army. As long as you mention Mr. Wang, you will be full of pride.

Valley Field.

Mr. Wang was about to walk to the valley court with a sword in Qi's house. Wang Youzhen stopped his grandfather with a fierce expression on his face and walked into the valley court alone.

When he walked to the middle, the head of the ancestral temple and all the salt-drilling green men saw that it was Wang Youzhen, and they were all full of shame.

Wang Youzhen didn't care about this matter. It was just human nature. If it were him, he would have such an idea.

Besides, they are not trying to resist Wang Youzhen, but just to hope that Wang Youzhen will not over-explore them.

In other words, in their subconscious, Wang Youzhen can squeeze them, as long as they don’t squeeze them too hard.

Influenced by his father, Wang Youzhen smiled with a gentleness and directly expressed his original decision.

The head of the ancestral temple and the young and strong salt peddlers were still ashamed to death. Suddenly, Wang Youzhen heard from Wang Youzhen that the monthly money for recruiting workers was paid.

The factory man can get fourteen taels of silver a year, and the spinners can get fifteen taels of silver a year.

The technician had thirty taels of silver.

It was an unimaginable great favor. Not to mention being a little god, everyone believed it even if he was the reincarnation of Mazu.

These poor salt peddlers didn't know how to repay Wang Youzhen, and because of the guilt of the incident just now, they couldn't help but shed tears.

Even the clan leader Jiao and other clan leaders of the ancestral hall were no exception. They were all crying and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Next, Wang Youzhen saw a scene that shocked him.

No one took the initiative to mention this matter. The heads of the ancestral temple and the salted men all spontaneously knelt on the ground.

With tears in his eyes, he kowtowed to Wang Youzhen heavily.

Wang Youzhen looked at the salt dicks who were kneeling down on the black. While his heart was shocked, his eyes also felt a little sore.

I just didn't squeeze them and gave them more money, so I made them do this.

What virtue can be?

Wang Youzhen suddenly remembered a sentence, and a sentence he saw from Taizu's biographies.

Their fingers are covered with stains and they are not very good at speaking.

But they are the greatest people of this era.
Chapter completed!