The Wei family's workshop is not small and has a wide range of types. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a closed-door market. A manor with two to three thousand households and more than 10,000 people is not a self-sufficient small society. Just the workers in the workshop are
There were three to four hundred people, many of whom were working, when they were suddenly called to the square. They saw the usually domineering manager Zhang holding one hand, his face pale and trembling in pain. The personal maid next to the lady Huan
Er stood aside with a cold face, while Wei Ba, who usually walked with his head lowered, held a wooden torture stick behind his back and walked leisurely. Everyone was a little confused and felt that the scene in front of them was very strange.
Seeing that the people had almost arrived, Wei Ba stopped, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "On my father's orders, I rushed back to Nanzheng from Mianyang overnight to deal with an important matter. This matter is related to
It is very important, related to the future of my Wei family, and will also have a great impact on your future lives. Manager Zhang’s ignorance of the governor has wasted my time, and my wife is furious and wants to punish me. I invite you to visit to borrow the opportunity.
Manager Zhang is warning you all, please work hard and cooperate with me as much as possible so as not to delay important events."
Everyone suddenly realized that this was Madam’s intention, so it made sense. Manager Zhang was Madam’s dowry slave. In this manor, only the head of the family, Wei Yan, and Madam Zhang could punish him. Wei Ba, a bastard, was definitely not qualified.
It should be Madam's intention that Wei Ba should be the one to carry out the execution. Wei Ba has always been weak, so if he were to carry out the execution, he would definitely not dare to make a heavy move. As Wei Ba said, the symbolic meaning is greater than the actual meaning. Manager Zhang is also
Just lose some face.
"Do you understand?"
"I understand." The craftsmen responded sparsely. They were not interested in this performance of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. Everyone knew that Manager Zhang's chicken would be fine, and they, the monkeys, were the real ones to be warned.
"As long as you understand, then I'll ask you all to understand." Wei Ba smiled at Manager Zhang and said, "Please show your buttocks, Manager Zhang."
Manager Zhang was ashamed and annoyed, but the girl in brocade clothes stood aside with a cold face and said nothing. He did not dare to disobey, so he had to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants, exposing his white buttocks. His fingers hurt.
It was so painful to move, so he finally took off his pants, and another layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Waiting for Steward Zhang to lie down on the table, Wei Ba slowly walked over, shook the wooden stick in his hand, and said with a toothy smile: "Steward Zhang, are you ready?"
"You're ready, come on." Manager Zhang replied through gritted teeth. The latter words were very low, but Wei Ba could hear them clearly. "Just wait, I will pay you back everything you have today."
Wei Ba curled his lips and dismissed it. You are just a domestic slave. Without Zhang's order, what can you do to me? Without saying a word, he raised the wooden stick high and aimed it at Manager Zhang's big white buttocks.
Just swung it down.
A crisp sound of "pop" seemed to ring in everyone's ears, followed by Manager Zhang's howl like killing a pig. Everyone present was stunned and looked at Wei Wei with wide eyes.
Ba He jumped up suddenly, holding his buttocks and jumping around like a grasshopper. A thought flashed through his mind: He is really pretending to be like him.
But Manager Zhang didn't feel this way at all. He felt that his butt was so hot that he almost lost consciousness. Wei Ba was not torture, this was beating him to death. He glared at Wei Ba, but before he could
As he spoke, Wei Ba's face sank: "You still dare to resist the punishment? Come here, hold him down."
"Here." Dunwu and another guard on the side rushed forward. Without any explanation, they pressed Manager Zhang to the ground. One held his shoulders and the other held his legs. They were both proficient in the art of grappling.
As a master, dealing with Manager Zhang is no different than catching a chicken. No matter how much Manager Zhang struggles, he can't move an inch.
Wei Ba praised him and stepped forward to grab the wooden stick and continue to torture him. He did not hit quickly, but he was very careful and hit every stick really hard. At first, Manager Zhang could still struggle and roar twice, ten sticks
Afterwards, his voice became weak and his screams became weaker.
"...Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty!" Wei Ba stopped, handed the wooden staff into Wei Wu's hand, and lifted up his sleeves while panting to wipe the sweat from his forehead. This beating is also a labor of strength.
Fortunately, I have achieved some results from my training these days. Otherwise, I would lose strength before I finish twenty strokes. That would be boring.
He glanced at the dying Steward Zhang, shrugged, turned to the young girl in brocade, Huan'er, and said, "After the torture, please tell them Madam's instructions again. I'm pressed for time and can't delay any more."
The girl in brocade clothes glanced at him with cold eyes, stepped forward, and said crisply: "Madam has an order, all the people that Young Master Overlord needs must put down what they are doing, and listen to his command in everything.
Everything we need will be provided first. If there are any violations, Manager Zhang will serve as a warning. Do you understand?"
Everyone looked at Manager Zhang's buttocks that was already stained with blood and remained silent. How dare they have the courage to resist? After hearing the words of the girl in brocade clothes, they immediately agreed. Her voice was so loud that it was scary, as if her voice was not loud, the next one would be beaten.
They are similar.
The girl in brocade turned to look at Wei Ba: "Young Master Ba, are you satisfied now?"
"Satisfied." Wei Ba smiled slightly.
"Well, I hope you can complete the tasks assigned by the head of the family as scheduled. Otherwise, the head of the house will blame you, but no one can cover it up for you." After the girl in brocade clothes finished speaking, she stretched out her slender finger and pointed at the crowd twice: "You guys put the blame on me?"
Manager Zhang will carry it to the pharmacy."
The two men hurriedly got out of the queue, got a stretcher, carefully lifted the desperate manager Zhang, and hurried away. The girl in brocade immediately went to report to his wife, leaving only Wei Ba and others.
Wei Ba didn't care. He said to Manager Chen: "Now you can choose the person with the best skills. After you have chosen, bring him to see me."
Manager Chen had just witnessed Wei Ba's methods and had not yet come to his senses. After listening to Wei Ba's instructions, he remembered his mission and hurriedly stepped forward and called a few people's names before waving his hand: "Everyone else is here."
Let’s break up.”
Everyone agreed obediently and dispersed. No one dared to look back. Although they all thought it was the madam's order, they were even more concerned that Manager Zhang, who was the madam's confidant, could be beaten like this.
No one wants to be the second to be punished.
Wei Ba returned to the hall, looked at the frightened craftsmen, and explained his request in a pleasant manner. The most important things were two things, one was to carve the stone plate, and the other was to prepare the tools and supplies for printing, especially paper.
The reason why stone tablets are used instead of wood tablets is because there were no wooden tablets in the Han Dynasty, and there were no ready hands to carve on wooden boards, while stonemasons were readily available. Brick carvings of portraits and stone carvings were very popular in the Han Dynasty.
Naturally, he had plenty of stone tablets at his fingertips. What worried him most was the paper. There was a certain difference between the paper used for printing and the paper used for writing. If it was too fine, the ink would smear into a ball when it came into contact, making it impossible to print at all.
Fortunately, this problem was easily solved. One of the masons was proficient in rubbing tablets. He brought the paper used for rubbing tablets. Wei Ba knew it could be used as soon as he saw it, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
After arranging for the craftsmen to prepare separately, and then led by Manager Chen to inspect the site and manpower used for processing, as well as the corresponding materials prepared, Wei Ba said to Manager Chen with satisfaction: "You have arranged it well, that's it.
Do it. Everyone is on standby here. As soon as the stone tablets come out, they will start reprinting immediately. Tell them that they have to work overtime and notify the chef to prepare dinner for them. The food will be better and the pig will be killed so that everyone can eat better.
Do things mentally. In addition, arrange for people who are scheduled to rest in the middle of the night to rest early so that they don’t feel sleepy by then."
Steward Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, young master. With Steward Zhang in front of you to be punished, and Madam's strict orders, no one will dare to be lazy."
Wei Ba laughed, turned around and went out. The things that should be arranged have been arranged, and half of the morning has passed. His morning exercise has not started yet. If he doesn't hurry up, it will have to be postponed until the afternoon. If he hadn't gained a deep understanding of his past life,
Upon reflection, he may naturally decide to make up for it in the afternoon, but he now knows that procrastination is actually a very stubborn and pervasive bad habit. Many great plans have been ruined by this habit. If he cannot always remind himself of all the previous
All your hard work will be in vain.
"Dunwu, let's go to the martial arts field."
"Here." Dunwu strode forward to lead the way, and Wei Ba followed closely behind. After leaving the small courtyard, he walked west for about a hundred steps and came to a wide and flat open space. The open space was about a hundred steps long and wide, and was similar to that of later generations.
The 400-meter runway is very similar. There are weapon racks next to it, with neatly mounted spears, halberds, bows and arrows and other long and short weapons. Hundreds of soldiers are arrayed at the north end, wearing neat armor, practicing formations in a strict manner. Hundreds of soldiers are at the south end.
The rest of the soldiers were fighting against each other, practicing their personal martial arts. Each of them was shirtless, with strong muscles rolling under their skin, exuding a masculine atmosphere.
"Young general, you pick ten people." Dunwu said calmly, pointing to the people on the field: "Young master, you can point casually, don't be too deliberate."
"Whatever?" Wei Ba was a little surprised. Those who were practicing personal martial arts looked like elites. It might be possible to complete the standard of "Dun Wu", but those who were practicing formations were obviously novices. Can they also do it?
"Anyone who can enter this martial arts training ground to practice martial arts can meet the requirements. If you don't believe me, young master, you can just choose a few to try."
Wei Ba was doubtful and casually named ten people. Dunwu walked up to the middle-aged team leader who was directing the drill and whispered a few words. The team leader roared a few times, and the people Wei Ba named came out one after another. They
They dressed up in front of Wei Ba. In addition to weapons and armor, everyone also carried a large bag of rice, which was two stones and about thirty or forty kilograms. With Dunwu's order, they began to move forward quickly.