Song Wen was too lazy to talk to the old liar, so he locked him in a cave and ignored him. He gave him a ladle of water and a bran dumpling every day and locked him up for a few days before talking about it.
The houses where several carpenters and blacksmiths live have been settled a long time ago, and now several people are tidying up their respective shops.
Song Wen had a contract with them, and they were regarded as craftsmen hired by Song Wen. Regardless of whether they had work or not, they would earn half a stone of corn per month and a certain amount of money.
The craftsmen were very satisfied. Originally, they could not bear the oppression of the government and could not pay the taxes, so they fled their households. Song Wen was here to take care of them, and they paid taxes every year according to the farm Dingkou. It seemed that Song Wen was a rich man.
The rich man... What's rare is that this proprietor is also a rare kind person in the world! He has even taken in nearly a hundred people, including orphans and beggars. How can such a person treat his own family so harshly?
There are three carpenters and two blacksmiths in total. One carpenter can also do some cobbler work. The two shops have begun to take shape, and the two carpenters and blacksmiths’ families have also come to help. The blacksmith’s furnace has been set up, and the old blacksmith is discussing with the carpenter.
In the next few days, I will go into the mountains to cut down trees and make charcoal to prepare for the furnace work.
Several craftsmen stood up respectfully and bowed their hands in salute... "I've met the proprietor!"
Song Wen cupped his hands and said: "During this period, Qingshan Village has just been established, and there are many children who can't help, so it's hard for you... Erlang, bring up the cloth and copper coins."
Li Erlang carried several pieces of cloth over in his arms, while the other two young men from the wine shop carried a total of twenty guans and ten copper coins...
"I can't do it, I can't do it, proprietor... This means no reward for no merit. We haven't done much work yet? How can we be so shameless as to ask for a reward from the proprietor!"
The oldest blacksmith quickly refused with a few companions, and Song Wen smiled and said: "I am also from a poor background, so please don't be polite! I know that it is not easy for you to leave your hometown and escape. Especially you two are still carrying
For the family members, this person’s four coins will be used as settlement expenses... From now on, Qingshan Village will be in need of help from these people! Don’t worry, as long as I, Song Wen, am here, I can protect the safety of these people! If you have family members, how many days will it take?
I’ll send someone over to find someone to live with, who doesn’t have any family members... I’ll save up some wife money, and in the future I’ll find a daughter from a good family to be my wife and have children!”
Several craftsmen stood stunned for a while, and then they all knelt down... The old blacksmith at the head wiped his tears and cried: "The world is difficult, and we have suffered so much along the way... God is so merciful that we, the craftsmen, have to suffer.
The proprietor is such a kind person! Not only did he rescue us from the thieves, but he also gave us food and a way to survive... If we don’t work hard to repay him, we won’t be human beings!”
Several other craftsmen also wiped away tears...
"It's a pity that my mother didn't survive until the proprietor rescued me... she starved to death in that bandit's village..."
"My poor wife... she still had a baby in her belly... she just lost it..."
Song Wen was silent for a long time and whispered: "It will be fine... everything will be fine in the future."
After appeasing the craftsmen, Song Wen went to check the ironware and iron materials that Li Yan had brought. He pulled open the tarpaulin, and there were black raw iron bars and wrought iron bars on the outside. Li Erlang pulled at it a few times...suddenly revealing several rusty swords and guns!
Song Wen was stunned for a moment and asked: "Where did these things come from?"
Li Erlang cupped his hands and replied: "Brother, I bought this from the black market. These are all swords and guns eliminated by the imperial army outside the city. They were quietly sold for money by the commander in charge of the heavy equipment."
"Isn't there an equipment battalion in the Forbidden Army that specializes in recycling worn-out swords, guns and armor?"
Li Erlang curled his lips: "Brother, I don't know that each of those forbidden troops can only get half the salary all year round. They are deducted layer by layer, and it is difficult to have food and clothing! It would be good if they didn't free up the war horses and armor and sell them off... Then the commander's subordinates did this
This is a matter of familiarity with the road, so just report more losses."
Song Wen burst into laughter... With this kind of virtue, no wonder tens of thousands of Jin people called the crying fathers and mothers of Bianliang in Tokyo! The imperial army has been corrupted to this point. You can imagine how these civil servants in the imperial court suppressed and despised the warriors...
After careful inspection, Song Wen was surprised to find that... there were a total of more than a dozen point-steel gun heads and seven standard waist knives, all of which were just rusty. After careful repair and polishing, they would be good weapons.
It's a pity that these guys don't have the guts to resell the armor and hard crossbows in the army, otherwise Song Wen would want to lead his men and horses to seize the mountain and become the king.
The Eight Ox Crossbow, the Big Yellow Crossbow, the Divine Arm Bow... and the bed crossbow, a weapon for defending the city! These are the real elite equipment of the Song Army, as well as the full-body iron armor and foot armor that were later used by the Jin people in vain!
It is said that the Iron Buddha Cavalry, the ace force of the Jin people who later swept across the Central Plains and completely dominated the north, was remade from the dusty infantry armor in the armaments storehouse of the Northern Song Dynasty... It is said to be a rare heavy armored cavalry in Chinese history!
"Iron Buddha...Iron Feather Formation!"
Li Erlang asked curiously: "What did my brother say? What is Tiefu Tu?"
Song Wen came back to his senses and smiled: "You will see him in the future, but he should be with us."
Back in their yard, An Chun and the others were still playing with the teenagers, while Li Yan and Lin Chong were waiting in the yard.
Li Erlang and Li Erlang put the swords and guns they had picked out on the ground. Lin Chong sighed and said nothing when he saw it, while Li Yan frowned... "You don't want to pick up these things, right?"
Song Wen asked: "Is there anything wrong?"
"It is true that the control is not strict now, but if there are too many gun heads at one time, the officers from the public office and the yamen will inevitably blackmail them...and waist knives are not allowed to be carried casually."
"Where are the armor and crossbow?"
"Are you crazy? War armor and crossbows are the bottom line of the imperial court. Anyone who dares to keep them secretly is tantamount to treason... A two-stone hunting bow for hunting is okay, but not one with more than three stones!"
"Erlang, take it to the old blacksmith and ask him to repair it first and then hide it in the cave. Wrap it in oil paper to prevent it from rusting."
"Erlang has an order!"
Li Yan looked sideways at Song Wen and asked, "You keep saying you don't want to rebel, but we can't use so much iron to make farm tools and soju utensils. What do you want to do?"
"Pu Dao... Pu Dao, who cuts grass, chops firewood, and looks after homes and homes, must not be subject to government control, right?"
Song Wen remembered that the most common weapon in Water Margin was the simple sword!
The handle of the knife is the same length as the blade, and the broad blade is thick and strong, somewhere between a heavy weapon and a light weapon... It is a very common popular weapon in rural villages. Those heroes in the world can easily take out a simple knife and fight with their enemies.
Three hundred rounds of fighting... I remember that Song Jiang was still carrying a stick when he fled, but it was probably mostly to scare people.
"These iron materials are more than enough to make fifty simple knives. The rest..."
"The rest is to build some equipment, exercise the body, and build a few iron bars that can be hung on the body and arms... Carrying weight will definitely not be a problem in the future."
"Well... I guess you, a little turtle, have nowhere to spend your money!"
Song Wen took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and said softly: "From now on, I plan to train these young people as my own children! Those who are smart will have to ask their husband to teach them how to read classics. At least everyone must be able to read and write... the rest
It’s about practicing martial arts! Uncle Li, please pick out any of these children who are good-natured, and let’s focus on training a group. For the rest, we have to save a set of simple and easy-to-learn kung fu, and let them all practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies...
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"Wait a minute, I have come to my senses now... If you make iron bars and let them practice weight-bearing, isn't that just to prepare them for wearing heavy armor and fighting in the future? And you also all study and practice martial arts... You still don't admit that you want to rebel?"
Song Wen laughed... "Hahaha... Who said that to practice martial arts, you have to rebel? Can't you protect the interests of your own territory by looking after the home? Even if you can't bear the murderous intent of these men in the future, let's choose a hilltop
Can't you help the government to eliminate some thieves and then petition the court to set up a military stronghold?"
"Junzhai? This... there is Mao's army camp next to Bianliang? There are not even a bunch of thieves here?"
"Who said we have to hang out next to Bianliang for the rest of our lives?"