Zhao Shiqian looked painful.

This made Emperor Hongzhi unable to help but pat his shoulder, and he was speechless.

A wail suddenly came from outside.

Emperor Hongzhi still had no expression on his face.

Zhao Shiqian was furious.

"Xiao Fang, are you hitting Lao Xiao again?"

He rushed out of the account room at once.

But sure enough, Xiao Jing limped out in the work shed and shouted: "I've hit someone, I've hit someone to death... Emperor Zhu, come and see where you're going to kill someone."

Fang Jifan chased him out in a fierce manner. Wang Shouren ran faster than him, but did not take action. He only guaranteed that his mentor would not be attacked back.

Fang Jifan was angry and said, "You are right to scold me. I really think I am a vegetarian and can't beat this dog to death. I won't tear your dog's mouth to pieces today. I will write my name in reverse."

He chased after him and grabbed Xiao Jing's back.

Xiao Jing... cried.

At this time, the eye sockets were already covered with black blue, and there had never been such a mess.

He knelt down and wailed, "We are wrong, we are wrong."

There are times when Bridge Jianglong bows his head and admits his conscience, not to mention... Xiao Jing is just a eunuch.

He hugged Fang Jifan's thigh: "I'm wrong, don't hit me."

Emperor Hongzhi had a great headache and had already come out, with a stern face: "What are you messing around?"

When Xiao Jing saw Emperor Hongzhi, he was so ambushed that he walked forward excitedly: "Mr. Zhu... Mr. Zhu... He beat us."

Fang Jifan said: "Mr. Zhu, he scolded me."

Emperor Hongzhi's mouth twitched slightly.

Looking at Xiao Jing, who had new scars on his face.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Then he said, "Old Xiao, why did you scold Xiao Fang?"

Xiao Jing cried so hard that he was about to speak.

Fang Jifan said: "He called me a brainless person, Your... Mr. Zhu, I am in poor health, he even scolded me. Originally, I had to take good care of this disease and not be excited or angry..."

Emperor Hongzhi looked up at the dim roof beam of the shed: "..."

Fang Jifan said aggrievedly: "I am sick and insulted by him. Mr. Zhu, please make the decision."

Xiao Jing shouted, "We... we just say that he is lazy, we do two people's work in a day. If he wasn't crazy, we wouldn't bother with him. He punched us in the face..."

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand: "None of them are good things, don't mess around, Lao Xiao, go to bed earlier, you have to go to work tomorrow morning, now the order is tight, Xiao Fang is sick again... Go to bed."

Xiao Jing: “…”

He said nothing, covered Wuqing's eye sockets, and said oh, thinking to himself, fortunately it was a private visit, if everyone else saw it, how could the dignified Dongchang Factory Manager be a human being?

Xiao Jing went in disgrace.

Emperor Hongzhi then looked at Fang Jifan with a stern face: "Don't mess around, go and take care of him if you are sick."

"Oh." Fang Jifan's little chicken pecked at the rice.

Zhao Shiqian looked at all this and began to wonder again.

In fact... the government has posted an announcement describing the characteristics of several emperors.

These characteristics, especially at that time, Mr. Zhu and others appeared in their workshop, and he was suspicious.

Could it be...they are the emperor and the Duke of Qi?

But soon, he gave up the idea.

Who is the emperor? How could he do the accounting? Moreover, his accounting is so good.

Who is Duke of Qi? He is an amazing person. He is a role model for all generations, his disciples and former officials are everywhere in the world. A dog in his family is very knowledgeable. Such a person should be dignified and generous, and he is polite and kind. He is a person who is favored by all people. He must be serious, mature and polite, and like Zhuge Kongming, he is full of wisdom and righteousness.

Look at Xiao Fang, this dog, is lazy and always beats people. He pretends to be sick all day long and is the most active when eating. Compared with Duke of Qi, such a person is really a difference.

Zhao Shiqian sighed in his heart that his surname is Fang, why is the difference so big?

The next morning.

Life must continue.

Although the emperor was gone, Zhao Shiqian was still oppressed by the heavy weight of life. He had ideals, a lame daughter, and dozens of mouths to support the workshop. As usual, he got up early. It was originally at the 3rd hour of Mao, but at the 3rd hour of Mao, he started to beat the buzz in the workshop.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

"Don't be lazy when you start work, don't be lazy."

Wang Shouren got up early: "Fang Fangfang's head hurts and he is taking leave."

A black sheep! Zhao Shiqian had a grimace. If it weren't for Mr. Zhu's sake, he would have quit this guy. Such a person would have food to eat. He would not have eaten him. Waiting for a while, he would definitely be cured when the meal was time.

Zhao Shiqian stretched his face: "Oh, I understand."

Wang Shouren's face turned slightly red. He had no habit of lying.

But for the sake of the mentor...

He was busy lowering his head and trying to paint the paint, trying to earn the food he had eaten by his mentor.

The workshop seemed to be revived, with the sound of tug-of-war, the sound of unloading, the sound of loading, and the crunch of the milling machine.

White smoke began to emerge from the cooking room. I still ate steamed cakes and porridge early this morning, so I could do it.

Chang Cheng was already accustomed to life in the workshop, and he began to become happy from a frown.

The county house, a building with dozens of residents, can be bought for only fifty taels of silver.

After one or two years, I can save more than ten taels of taels and pay a down payment. At that time, I will take my mother and wife over to enjoy the happiness.

He suddenly found the feeling of home here.

In the past, I was confused, but now I am full of energy.

Now I am an apprentice. In the future, I have learned a lot of skills, especially if I have learned to operate a milling machine, I will be considered a master and my salary can be doubled. I heard that there are also places for night classes nearby. If I can read and write, especially draw drawings, even if I can understand the styles and drawings of different furniture, I can have more salary.

If you become a foreman...

Didn’t the Zhao Dong family come step by step?

So can I.

...

Not long after, Emperor Hongzhi also came out of the account room. He was a cleansing person. He must wash first, then clean the noodles, and then wash his hands. When the water was sifted out after the basin of the hand and dough, there was a smell of soap in the water, which smelled very nice.

Other rough people don’t have such etiquette. From this, we can see a clue about people’s respect for Mr. Zhu.

But today, he just washed up, and then went to the saw wooden house. Xiao Jing was sweating profusely and sawing wood with a few men. He looked sad. When the other men saw his bruised face, they couldn't help but sympathize: "Have Xiao Fang hit you again?"

Xiao Jing didn't say anything.

When Emperor Hongzhi came in, he subconsciously wanted to salute.

Emperor Hongzhi glared at him, and Xiao Jing realized his identity at this time and was still sawing wood.

Emperor Hongzhi rolled up his wide sleeves and lifted a saw: "How to saw it, like this?"

"No, no." Xiao Jing was frightened: "Mr. Zhu, you must not, this is a rough job, you...you..."

When other craftsmen saw this, they shook their heads.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "Xiao Fang is sick and the order is urgent. I will do it. We can't think that we are all idle."

Xiao Jing: “…”

Emperor Hongzhi learned from them and tried hard to move a piece of wood, put up a piece of wood, then put a foothold on the wood, carried a saw, and next to the log: "How is that?"

He began to try and tried to pull the saw, and suddenly felt his arms were sour and numb, pulling out wood chips under the saw.

Xiao Jing glanced at Emperor Hongzhi silently, but saw that Emperor Hongzhi looked as usual.

I had to say, "This, this... when putting it out, unloading the force, and when pulling it, you must fix the wood. The feet must be firmly mounted, the waist must collapse, and then..."

Xiao Jing pulled it out of the wood with a familiar touch.

Emperor Hongzhi nodded and began to imitate it. After several thrusts, his arms felt sore and numb.

Especially the tiger's mouth... it hurts when it thrusts.

Sweat beads were already seeping from his forehead. The craftsman on the side saw that his face turned red and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Zhu, we are here, you..."

"It's okay."

Emperor Hongzhi pretended to be light and continued to pull, and the saw had penetrated nearly half of the log.

Although my arms are so sore, it seems that I no longer belong to me.
To be continued...