Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 242 Distressed

   Zhao Hanzhang covered his head, "Oh", and said coquettishly, "Uncle, the craftsmen who built the bookstore and the bookstore haven't been found yet..."

   Zhao Ming said: "I have already written to Luoyang, you can wait for the news."

   He said: "It's easy to be impatient and easy to do bad things. If we get lucky, it's also our life if we don't have it. Don't force it."

  Zhao Hanzhang: "Then I will ask someone to study how to print books, but unfortunately I don't have many craftsmen..."

   Zhao Ming: "...There are no craftsmen who can print books, but I can give you two carpenters."

   Zhao Hanzhang is enough.

   After handing over the papermaking workshop to Zhao Qing, Zhao Hanzhang became the shopkeeper, but Fu Tinghan stayed to work with the craftsmen to improve the papermaking technique and experiment with more ratios.

   Originally, he did not intend to intervene anymore, he already knew the steps of making paper, and the rest was just a trial one by one.

   But he looked at the craftsmen's test ratios, and it turned out to be adding materials based on feeling. Fu Tinghan couldn't see it, so he could only leave it to help them calculate.

   Then analyze the reasons for the difference from the paper made, and then adjust the ratio according to the data.

   But because it takes time to make pulp, he is not very busy, he just needs to calculate the data and give it to the craftsmen, and let them test according to the formula.

   He went back to the county office after the calculation, and he still walked habitually in this section of the road outside the city.

   It’s winter now, and there are almost no people in the wild, so it’s very quiet. The snow on the ground begins to slowly collapse, and it doesn’t look as good as before.

   On such a quiet road, he likes to walk back like a walk. At this time, his mind will be very clear, and he can think about many problems that he could not think of when he sat down.

   There are mathematics, life, and some information about this era.

  Fu Tinghan walked back slowly. Fu An and the driver had become accustomed to following him these days, and they followed him honestly.

   He waited until the city gate before he got on the carriage and went back to the county office.

  Fu Tinghan wanted to go back to the backyard of the county government directly, but was stopped by Chang Ning who came, "Mr. Dalang, someone is coming from Wushan."

  Fu Tinghan then transferred to the county office, "Is Hanzhang not in the county office?"

   "The girl went to training."

  Fu Tinghan just remembered that today is an odd day, and every odd day she will go to practice.

  Fu Tinghan went to see the people from Wushan.

   came from Yi Shi's trilogy. They were ordered to **** iron blocks to the county seat. In addition to the iron blocks, there were two long boxes.

  Shi Chang has always refused to hand it over, so he must see Zhao Hanzhang or Fu Tinghan.

  Chang Ning didn't force it, and kept waiting for one of the two to come back.

   As soon as Fu Tinghan came over, Shi Chang immediately knelt down on one knee and offered the two boxes, "What Lang Jun wants is ready."

  Fu Tinghan took it, his hand sank, and he almost didn't hold the box firmly.

   He put the box on the table, opened the longest one, and inside was the familiar sword, the scabbard unchanged.

  Fu Tinghan picked it up, started with a slight hesitation, he pulled out a piece, and the light was cold, even if he didn't know much about swords, he could see that it was a good sword.

  Chang Ning was surprised when he saw it, "Is this the girl's sword?"

  Fu Tinghan nodded, and seeing that he was looking at him eagerly, he took it out to show him.

  Chang Ning took it carefully, watched it carefully, and exclaimed: "It's a good sword, but it doesn't look like it's made of fine iron. What's in it?"

   "Steel," Fu Tinghan thought for a while, and slashed the corner of the table while holding the sword. The hard corner of the table was shaved off like tofu.

   Chang Ning's eyes widened instantly, even Fu Tinghan was a little surprised, he didn't exert much strength.

  Chang Ning covered his chest and said, "This, this is a magic weapon."

  Fu Tinghan leaned closer to look at the blade, and smiled after a while: "Blacksmith Lu is indeed the best blacksmith in Xiping. This sword strikes very well."

   He said to Fu An, "Go get some money to reward Blacksmith Lu."

   Fu An responded.

  Fu Tinghan then closed the scabbard and went to open another box.

   In the box are two gun heads, both of which are also cold and dazzling. Just by looking at the color, you can see that they are the same material as this sword.

  Fu Tinghan reached out for the gun head, and his fingertips were scratched just when he touched it.

   He withdrew his hand, and Fu An exclaimed, "Lang Jun, you are injured."

   "Why are you injured?" Zhao Hanzhang walked in competently and strode in.

   Fu Tinghan pressed his finger, "It's okay, I accidentally made a small cut."

   Zhao Hanzhang took his hand and looked at it. Seeing that the blood was slowly oozing out, she frowned slightly. She took out the handkerchief and pressed it on him, "Doesn't it hurt? How did you get it?"

   Fu Tinghan looked at the tip of the gun in the box and said, "This tip is very sharp, be careful when you use it in the future."

   Zhao Hanzhang looked down and saw that the gun head was made into a diamond shape, and the silver-white gun head reflected the cold light, she liked it immediately.

   "You designed this?"

Fu Tinghan nodded, "There is still one gun body missing, I asked Mr. Ji to find Qin Mu, I have seen you practice martial arts, and I have a preliminary understanding of your strength points. When you come back, you can find a few people to practice your hands, and I will take a look. , then we will make a gun just for you."

   Zhao Hanzhang didn't expect him to be so diligent, and thought he would leave it all to the blacksmith.

   She opened her mouth, paused and asked, "Will it be too much trouble?"

"No trouble."

   Zhao Hanzhang looked at his hand covering the handkerchief, closed the box, and threw it into Fu An's arms. He folded his hands to help him hold the wound, "Go, I'll take you to see the doctor."

  Fu Tinghan hurriedly said: "And the sword..."

   Zhao Hanzhang just freed up one hand to take it and dragged him to the doctor.

  The doctor opened the veil under Zhao Hanzhang's nervous eyes and stared at the wound in a daze.

   Zhao Hanzhang saw that he was not moving, so he looked over his head, "How is it, are you seriously injured?"

  The doctor said blankly: "It's very serious. If the lady brings Fu Dalang over later, the wound will heal."

   Fu Tinghan was a little embarrassed.

Zhao Hanzhang went to see and saw that the wound was no longer bleeding, but it was still red. He hurriedly said, "Is there any ointment? The ointment that can make him go faster, Fu Dalangjun wants to write, and it happens to be injured on the index finger. It is very difficult to hold a pen. painful."

The doctor really wanted to kick the two out of the hospital, but now Zhao Hanzhang is the biggest in Xiping County, so he didn't dare, so he could only find out a porcelain bottle and hand it to Zhao Hanzhang, "Just wipe a little, in fact, if you don't wipe it, it won't hurt after a while. "

   Zhao Hanzhang didn't believe it, "This finger is different from other places, it is more sensitive, and writing is a delicate job, how can it not hurt if it is injured here?"

   Fu Tinghan didn't want to stay any longer, got up and urged her: "Let's go back."

   Zhao Hanzhang could only help him and ask Fu An to pay.

  Fu An:  …

   He is so helpless, Zhao girl usually never screams pain or calls a doctor when she falls and beats, why is Lang Jun so nervous after accidentally making a small cut?

   His servant was just startled. Compared with her, he thought he was too stable.

See you tomorrow

   (end of this chapter)