Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 84 Borrowing

   Zhao Hanzhang: "Father, he... did you know that you did this on purpose?"

   "You're stupid, of course you can't let him know," Wang said, "Only our girls know about the tricks between girls. Don't tell Fu Dalang stupidly."

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "I must not tell him."

   But still went to Fu Tinghan the next day.

  Fu Tinghan handed her the drawn drawings, "According to what you drew by dictation, you can try to build a kiln."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "Didn't you find a craftsman who can burn bricks?"

   "Cheng Bo said no."

   Zhao Hanzhang felt a little regretful, and turned around as soon as he put away the drawings, "Let's go, go have a look."

   They planned to build a kiln near the clay. Uncle Cheng chose a lot of strong men to follow. Zhao Hanzhang handed the drawing to Uncle Cheng and asked, "Are there any literate people?"

   Chengbo found Hu Zhi.

   Zhao Hanzhang still remembers him, the refugee he received on the road, "Can you read the drawings?"

  Hu Zhi hesitated, "Miss Hui, although I can read, I have never seen a brick kiln, nor do I know drawings, so..."

  Fu Tinghan took the drawing, "I'll come."

   Zhao Hanzhang was happy, "Professor Laofu is here."

Fu Tinghan knew at a glance that she had been waiting for him to take the initiative to speak, she couldn't help but smile, her eyes were full of tenderness, "I will try my best to make it for you, but the method of burning bricks is written down, you and I have no experience, the people here No, so success is not guaranteed, if you want to succeed as soon as possible, you still have to find a way to hire some craftsmen.”

When Uncle Cheng heard this, he immediately said: "Sanniang, most craftsmen serve in the government. Except for the government, only some people have craftsmen. It is difficult to find craftsmen outside, but if you go back to Wubao and hire someone..."

   Zhao Hanzhang understood, in addition to the government, there were also craftsmen in Zhao's Wubao.

  Zhao Hanzhang squeezed his fingers and made up his mind, "I'll go back and write to the fifth uncle, think about what gifts we will send back."

   Chengbo: "The fifth master loves porcelain. I remember that there is a set of white porcelain cups in the girl's dowry. Why don't you pick it out and give it to the fifth master?"

   Zhao Hanzhang glanced at him, "I lost all my dowry, do you think I can get a set of white porcelain now?"

"This……"

   Zhao Hanzhang's eyes fell on the wheat field not far away, and thoughtfully, "This piece of wheat seems to be ready to be harvested."

  Uncle Cheng followed her gaze and was stunned, "Sanniang wants to give this?"

   Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand, "Let someone collect this piece of wheat. I will send a bag of wheat to the fifth uncle, and let him taste the white noodles from our manor."

   Chengbo silently responded.

   Fu Tinghan couldn't help but ask, "Is the ceremony a bit thinner?"

   Zhao Hanzhang said with a smile: "Gifts are not about thickness, but whether they are suitable or not."

   In order to show his respect for Zhao Song and to borrow a craftsman smoothly, Cheng Bo personally took a gift to Xiping.

According to Zhao Hanzhang's words, Cheng Bo delivered a bag of fresh wheat grains that had just been beaten, "This is the first knife of wheat harvested in the manor, and Sanniang cut it herself. The girl thinks that the first knife of wheat should be given to the fifth master. Since returning to Runan, both Sanniang and Erlang have been taken care of by the Fifth Master, and Sanniang is so grateful that she wanted to give this first knife of wheat to the Fifth Master when she was cutting wheat."

Hearing this, Zhao Song was overjoyed, and hurriedly reached out to take it, grabbed a handful of wheat from the bag and looked at it. Seeing that the grains were full, he was even more delighted, "I know her filial piety, how are they in Shangcai? Are you having trouble?"

   Chengbo replied respectfully: "Very good, the summer harvest is about to start. It seems that this year's harvest is not bad. The people that Sanniang will bring are arranged in the village."

   He said: "Shangcai has a lot of land, but it is possible to arrange new long-term refugees. It's just that Sanniang is merciful and doesn't want them to live in thatched houses, so she wants to build houses for them."

   Chengbo said with an embarrassed expression: "But the refugees we have received have a lot of strength, but craftsmen's work such as burning bricks and building houses is not good."

Zhao Song heard the words and said, "Sanniang's kindness is right. When times are troubled, people feel uneasy. If there is a place to live, they will settle down. She has so many fields under her name, and it takes a lot of manpower to cultivate them. This is indeed a good way to win people's hearts."

   He pondered for a moment and said: "The craftsmen who built the house are not easy to find outside, but there are some in the clan. I will send someone to find a batch for you in a while, you can take it with you first, and then send it back after the house is built."

   Cheng Bo responded with excitement, and if he flattered him, don't throw it out like money.

   Zhao Song was delighted to hear that, hearing that what they lacked most were craftsmen who could burn bricks.

When Cheng Bo heard the words, he was also very considerate, "Sanniang said that it is not good for the craftsmen in the clan to delay the summer harvest because of her affairs, but she will send the long-term workers from Zhuangzi to help them harvest all their wheat. If there is farm work, let them do it together.”

   When Zhao Song heard this, he simply handed it over to him, "Since that's the case, I'll leave this matter to you."

   also saved him from sending another person to help them in Xia Shou. Although he was in charge of Wubao and had prestige, he still had the patriarch above him. Zhao Zhongyu was the rightful person in power.

   So many things, he will stop at the end, not too tough.

Thinking of Zhao Zhongyu, Zhao Song asked someone to bring a letter and hand it to Uncle Cheng, "If you don't come, I was about to send someone to Shang Cai to find you, but after you walked for two days, someone came over, and the patriarch sent out to find you. Sanniang and the others."

Although Zhao Song had already written a letter to blame Zhao Zhongyu and scolded Zhao Ji, but in front of Uncle Cheng, he was very protective of Zhao Zhongyu, he said: "The patriarch still loves Sanniang and Erlang very much, knowing that they I was very anxious and heartbroken when I got lost. Even if I sent guards to look for it, they just went astray and passed through Yingchuan. They couldn’t find you on the way, and I was afraid of missing out, so I turned around and looked around again, and finally I couldn’t find you. Back to Xiping."

   He said: "Let Sanniang not mind, it's better to write a letter to report her safety. After all, she is her uncle. Their two families are the closest by blood. Don't be estranged because of this misunderstanding."

   Cheng Bo responded again and again, "Yes, I persuaded Sanniang when I was younger, but Sanniang has always been filial, so she probably didn't take it to heart."

   Zhao Hao nodded with satisfaction, "Yeah, that child is very generous." Much better than her uncle.

   Zhao Hao slandered and let Uncle Cheng go down with a smile.

   He handed the bag of wheat to the servants, "Take it and dry it. After drying, remove the husks and taste the wheat rice this year."

   The next person should get down.

   Zhao Ming heard that when he came back from the outside, his father borrowed a lot of craftsmen with a wave of his hand, and the family not far from their home was packing up and preparing to leave with Uncle Cheng.

   Zhao Ming's intuition came true, and he went to his father, "Father, you have dispatched so many craftsmen out, how will their family's summer harvest be arranged?"

   "You don't have to worry about it," Zhao Song said confidently and proudly: "Sanniang said, she will send a long-term worker to help them in the summer harvest, and the craftsmen don't need to worry about housework."

   Being so considerate made Zhao Ming's heart pounding. His niece made him panic. If she were a man, he would definitely think that he was plotting bad things, and he would definitely achieve a lot in the future.

  But...she's a woman.

   Zhao Ming endured his doubts, nodded and said, "Okay, you'll be happy."

   See you at 9pm

   (end of this chapter)