The sound of rain has not stopped, and the wind has gradually become smaller.

Wang Damu put a bunch of things around him, for his wife and for his two children.

He himself also has a set of woodworking tools, stonemason tools, and farm tools.

He ate the noodles slowly, looked at the gift from time to time, and laughed honestly.

Everyone looked at him and was in a good mood. They belonged to the good people of the Tang Dynasty.

Diligent, simple, loyal, honest and calm.

Li Yi held a new woodworking tool to explain the purpose, and there was wood next to it, and he started to operate it himself.

He did a carpentry job well.

"Damu, my hand is not good enough. I can only demonstrate the new tools to this extent. If you look at them, go back and think about it yourself.

I have specialized in my profession. I was not a carpenter and I learned too little.

A person has hundreds of hands, and his hands have hundreds of fingers, so he cannot point one end; a person has hundreds of mouths, and his mouth has hundreds of tongues, so he cannot say one part.

If there is no holistic talent in the world, just enough. My life is limited, but my knowledge is limited. With the limitlessness, it is almost gone!”

Li Yi used tools to make a set of Luban locks, and combined them, and then dismantled them.

This is his carpentry work. The mortise and tenon structure has never used any ruler and rule, all depends on the eyes and feel.

Princess Yongmu held Xiaolan's hand and looked happy, thanking God for choosing such a man for herself.

Oh! God is afraid of his men, the King of Hell, etc.

When the ministers saw Li Yi’s actions and listened to what Li Yi said, they felt that Li Yi was cursing.

According to Li Yi at that time, it was a scholar who kept the national record of 110 meters of hurdles for many years.

Look at Li Yi, administration, political struggle, military training, ordnance design and manufacturing, strategic deployment, tactical arrangements, agriculture, fishery, animal husbandry, water conservancy, land transportation, water transportation, foreign trade, culture, art, medical care, education, chemical industry, economy...

I have been watching you throw new things out. What do you tell us that there is a cliff to learn and no limit to knowing?

Li Yi himself knew that his carpenter work was indeed not as good as a carpenter in the Tang Dynasty. He took out a casual person named Carpenter, which was guaranteed to be better than him.

His greatest contribution to the Tang Dynasty craftsman industry was to provide many standard tools, using the most accurate wooden beds to create a generation of tools.

Then use the first generation of tools to process the second generation of tools. Good craftsmen use the second generation of tools, and the worse ones use the third generation or fourth generation, and the accuracy is getting lower and lower.

In the past, good craftsmen had their own set of measuring tools, wooden rulers, rope rulers, and rules.

When building wooden buildings, they all look for them.

It is difficult for ordinary carpenters to get a standard tool. Just like literati copying books, the more typos the more they copy, the more they have, the more tools they have, the more tools they have, and the accuracy of the tool gradually changes.

Through the Industrial and Commercial League, Li Yi put the first-generation tools as a benchmark, and compared the second-generation tools, it is almost enough.

The craftsmen of the Industry Union are proud of their standard configuration of a complete set of measurement tools.

Mixed red and blue pencils made of graphite pencils, natural talc pens, and clay dye paraffin are equivalent to the complete set of four treasures in the study.

There is also a glass horizontal ruler that is more convenient to carry, otherwise you need to use the driftwood method and the hanging rope method.

It’s almost done with the hanging cone and ink bucket.

Wang Damu ate the noodles in a few bites, rubbed his hands hard on his clothes, and carefully stroked the entire set of tools.

He murmured: "It's OK now, now it's OK. You don't have to spend money on the work at home. If you don't know how to learn, just work hard."

Li Yi showed a smile on his lips, full of memories.

Grandpa and people of higher generations all work by themselves, carpentry, brick and tile work.

Bundling fences, building stone walls, building brick houses, asking for help to get the beams, rolling kangs in the north, tiles, and furniture...

Like people from countries with high labor costs, they have to work and cannot afford to hire people.

Looking at Wang Damu now, I guess he plans to pass on the tools to his family.

"When leaving, I wrapped it in tarpaulin and sent someone to drive it. There were too many things." Li Yi said softly when Wang Damu looked at him at a loss.

"Master Li, I don't know how to thank you. I, when I go back, I will ask people to write about the people together..."

"No need to write. If you want to hit me, just hit me. Look at how many blows I can get from my body?"

Bi Gou was angry. Where did you hear that Wan Minshu can beat the prime minister?

You are not farming! You think about hitting me all day long?

Who spread it? The prime minister bullies Li Dongzhu, and Li Dongzhu needs Wanmin to resist?

"No, no, I, you, Li Dongzhu, and a bowl of noodles, 80 noodles."

Wang Damu was startled and quickly changed the subject.

"Hahaha~~~" Li Longji laughed, and the others couldn't help laughing.

"Hehehe!" Wang Damu lowered his head and rubbed his left knee.

"Master Li Dong, we need a hundred sets at the border." The soldiers who reported the news made a request.

"Okay!" Li Yi agreed without asking.

There are craftsmen in the army. The craftsmen’s tools are not good enough, and the good tools they send are not enough.

Bi Gou opened his mouth and held back. He wanted to ask Li Yi whether giving 100 sets of tools is considered tax deduction, but he was afraid that Wang Damu would go back to get Wanmin's book after hearing this.

I don’t know when, Wan Min’s book, which was clearly used to praise officials, has become a tool to help Li Dong take over the prime minister.

If this continues, can the prime minister still leave a good reputation?

When the local officials returned to Chang'an to report their duties, they still dared to ask for letters from all people? If they ask for it, are you dissatisfied with the prime minister?

"Li Dongzhu, dictionary, not a profound dictionary, only what the most common people in Chang'an use."

The sergeant was not polite when facing Li Yi and asked for something.

"Okay, there are also pencils and paper." Li Yi still agreed happily.

The sergeant smiled: "Well! Brothers want to read more and learn tactics from the Yulin Feiqi, and draw maps.

If the patrol brothers find something useful, they can't write or draw it, and they are afraid of delaying the fighter plane.

Whenever new newspapers from Chang'an are delivered, brothers will look for literate people to read at night. When they listen, they will not feel that Chang'an is far away."

Li Yi was silent, scooped himself half a bowl of soup and drank it in small sips.

"Send, send newspapers, give more, print newspapers on one side, and you can practice calligraphy behind the back."

When Su Feng heard the soldiers' words, he felt uncomfortable. He decided that Li family farmer still had enough newspaper money?

Not long after, snoring came from the tent, breaking the harmony of the sound of rain.

The sergeant sat there with the bowl bit by bit, but the bowl didn't fall off.

"You're holding the bowl tightly!" Wang Damu was a little dumbfounded. Can you still catch things while sleeping?

"Just treat it as a weapon, just get used to it." Li Yi put down the bowl and walked over to pick up the sergeant's bowl.

He closed his hands on the upper edge of the bowl. As soon as he tried his best, the soldier suddenly looked up: "Have you arrived at the next station? Master Li? I'm going to the place and sleep."

"You rest first." Li Yi brought the bowl over.

"I haven't finished eating it, I'm sorry to throw it away." The sergeant was sleepy.

"Give it to me." Li Longji walked over, took the bowl, picked up the sergeant's chopsticks and rubbed it on his sleeve twice, picked it up, then slapped it into his mouth, and then raised his head to drink the soup.
Chapter completed!