Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for most people to reunite, but for craftsmen, unless they are not alive, the festival has nothing to do with them.

That's what Qin Si is like.

This workshop located in the west of the city is specialized in making armor. Most of the craftsmen in it are craftsmen, that is, long-term craftsmen. Qin Si is a craftsman in shifts, and he can return home after finishing here.

The craftsmen should only work for ten days a month, but this month requires that the armor of Jubaoshanwei be built as soon as possible. The hydraulic punches in Beijing are still under construction, so they can only be built by craftsmen with manual work.

Fortunately, the iron plant produced thin plates according to the process given by Zhu Fang, otherwise this job would have been really not done by humans.

The craftsmen work hard, and the officials who supervise the workers are also full of complaints and angry.

Qin Si took the opportunity of lunch to buy a few mooncakes, and then hurried back to the workshop, he was blocked as soon as he entered the door.

Qin Si looked at the head-in-chief Gu Yue holding a whip in his hand, his face was covered in ferociousness, and then knelt on the ground with a thud and begged: "Sir, it's not too late!"

Gu Yue and his two colleagues at the left and right smiled at each other, then kicked Qin Si over and waved his whip.

"Do you, a thief, dare to go out privately?"

"beat!"

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

The sound of the armor inside could not cover Qin Si's screams. Three minor officials who were not allowed to rest during the Mid-Autumn Festival took turns to fight and beat Qin Si.

...

"See if you dare to do it next time!"

Gu Yue stopped whipping panting, feeling relieved all over.

The three little officials entered the workshop comfortably and scolded the craftsmen. The depression in their hearts gradually dissipated.

When a craftsman who went to the toilet went out and saw Qin Si lying on the ground without any movement, he cursed inwardly, then went over and helped him up and said, "Fourth brother, you can go home to recuperate today..."

Qin Si, who was covered in bruises, had not moved his silk. The craftsman was shocked and stretched out his fingers to try it at the end of his nose.

"Fourth Brother! Fourth Brother..."

...

The voice alarmed the people inside. Gu Yue and the other two ran out to see the scene and were stunned.

"what to do?"

A small official went over to try Qin Si's breath, then took his pulse again, turned around and shook his head with a wry smile.

Boom!

This bitter smile seemed to be a bolt from the blue, which made Gu Yue stunned.

The sound of beating inside gradually stopped, and the craftsmen slowly walked out, looking at Qin Si who was lying motionless on the ground, with sad eyes.

The two little officials stared at Gu Yue, and the meaning was very clear: This matter is your beginning, you have to settle it!

Gu Yue didn't have time to think about anything else, he subconsciously said: "Qin Si was killed by a scepter, it's very pitiful. I am looking at you... I feel uncomfortable."

He turned around and said slowly to the craftsmen who came out: "So... you will have a good life in the future, do you understand?"

This is the promise to benefit these craftsmen.

If you are slut-handed and have short-handed people, as long as these people get the benefits, then...

People are afraid of trouble. This kind of thing is probably a whirlpool, and they will become cannon fodder if they are accidentally.

so……

"In the future, your remuneration will be paid in full. I will... no, I will send you some money today, but..."

He pointed at Qin Si's corpse and looked at the craftsmen.

A craftsman said without hesitation: "Qin Si was killed. We will help carry the shelf, but unfortunately we still can't save it."

There were more than 30 people at the scene. Gu Yue said with satisfaction: "Then let's carry Qin Si under the shelf and let me see how the shelf smashes people to death."

The two little officials breathed a sigh of relief and felt that Gu Yue's method of handling this was excellent, so they shouted: "Come in quickly, anyone who doesn't lift it will be the murderer of Qin Si!"

The craftsmen came over in a hunch, and everyone lifted Qin Si up in a row, but there were too many more than thirty people, most of whom were on the outside.

Gu Yue winked and the two officials went in.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, a scream came from inside: "Qin Si was smashed to death!"

The two minor officials came out and smiled proudly at Gu Yue.

Smile!

...

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the capital returned to normal, and all government offices opened as usual.

As soon as the door of Dali Temple opened, a young man rushed over, knelt at the door, holding a piece of paper in his hands and shouted: "My father was beaten to death, please be aware of it!"

...

Dali Temple took over a case. The origin of the case was very simple, so the three minor officials were quickly arrested and brought to justice. However, most of the craftsmen were unwilling to testify, and in the end, it was Qin Si's fellow villager who stood up and nailed the three minor officials to death.

Things are not big according to the current view.

But the aftermath of the matter is far from dissipated.

As soon as the case was finalized, Fang Xing was recruited into the palace.

As soon as Fang Xing entered the palace, he saw that the important officials were all there, so he came to Zhang Fu and stood with Wu Xun.

"What's the matter?"

Before the emperor came, everyone could relax. Zhu Yong whispered: "Someone has submitted a memorial."

Fang Xing turned his head speechlessly, "You said nothing, just pretend you didn't say anything!"

"Your Majesty is here..."

As soon as Zhu Zhanji came, he raised a question: "Yesterday someone submitted a memorial saying that craftsmen worked hard, but they were not free and had a low status. If this continues, it will inevitably lead to a disadvantage. What do you think?"

Wu Zhong, the Minister of Works, could not avoid this matter. He went out and said, "Your Majesty, the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty are divided into shifts and shifts. Qin Si is shifting, working ten days a month, and then no one cares about the rest of the days. You can do something to sell. You can also save a single slaughter of labor at home, which is not bad."

Fang Xing felt that this memorial was a bit strange, unlike an ordinary official who could go to the office, so he went out to work and said, "Your Majesty, the craftsmen who work on the work are less rewarded. To be honest, it is difficult for master craftsmen to appear under such conditions. As for the shifts that are even worse, Qin Si is a blacksmith, and he doesn't know what to do when he goes back. When the government greets him, he has to take his things to all parties. How much time is spent on the way? Is this just not bad?"

Wu Zhong smiled bitterly and said, "Xinghe Bo, this craftsman system has been inherited from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. After many improvements, there is no way. The only disadvantage is probably that the journey is, and craftsmen from all over the country have worked in shifts to Beijing, which is indeed a bit harder."

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "It's not just hard work. Some shift craftsmen's homes are far away from the capital. They have to pawn things as travel expenses when they come to their homes. After a few times... Lord Wu, the family is broken!"

Wu Zhong bowed his hand and could only smile bitterly.

The craftsman system was inherited from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and was established in the Hongwu year. Household registration cannot be changed, but the treatment can be discussed.

"Your Majesty, the management of craftsmen today is very nonsense. For example, if the armor factory has a hundred sets of armor on it, it cannot be completed within the deadline. One set is twenty whip, with a maximum of fifty whip. But what is done? Or is it done in advance?"

Fang Xing’s words make people think. If the craftsmen don’t do well, they will blame them, but what if they do well?

"I think that the thousands of craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty must be uneven. Good and talented people should give more. Those who are poor and live a life of squandering food, so that people are willing to do their best."

Yang Rong shook his head and said, "It's easy to say this but difficult to do. The clerks below are cunning. Whether they are good or bad is the last thing they say."

"Mr. Yang said this thoroughly."

Fang Xing bowed and said, "It's exactly this reason, so I want to ask you, what if the craftsmanship has been cancelled?"

Well……

Yang Rong's eyes were slightly cold and he said, "I have cancelled the craftsmanship. Where can I find craftsmen in the future?"
Chapter completed!