Fusu registered them one by one into the Futu Pavilion books.

The craftsman's status as a prisoner became a clerk of Zhuo Cao.

If you want to say the difference, there seems to be no difference. Criminals work for the emperor, and they have to go wherever the emperor asked them to go. The ministers said that they were slaves to Zhuo Cao, and they had to do whatever they asked them to do.

"Zhuo Jun."

"Um?"

"The books of these people have been corrected and they can be ordered to send them to the county town tomorrow. Then, where will they live?"

Zhuo Cao flipped through the books and nodded. Looking at these skin-bone craftsmen, he waved his hand, "Lianping, give them some food first. Everyone's eyes were full of green light, just like wild wolves. There was no need to serve the table, go to the kitchen to eat by yourself. Don't waste as much as you take."

"Thank you Zhuo Jun!"

Ying Bu immediately bowed and looked grateful. Before leaving, he greeted Hou Sheng and followed Lian Ping to the kitchen. He had a good relationship with Hou Sheng, and often spoke to Hou Sheng. If it weren't for his care, Hou Sheng would have been beaten to death.

Where they live is a problem.

Logically speaking, they were Zhuo Cao's official ministers and wanted to live in the mansion. But there were about thirty people, all of them were big men, so it was really inconvenient to move in. If they had a secret trouble, it would be hard to deal with it.

If a subordinate minister kills his master, he will be sentenced to the three tribes of Yi. But it does not mean that if he is bound by Qin's law, he can rest assured. He has seen the file. Previously, a subordinate minister in Jingyang did this, poisoning and killing a family of thirteen people. Then he took away money and grain, escaped from the county town and fled into the forest. In the end, Xi led the team himself and searched for it for nearly half a month before finding it.

"Xiao Su, what do you think?"

"Mr. Gongshu must be in the mansion, and then he will choose a few people as his apprentices and can also help him do something. Tingbu lives with Tingma, and as for the rest, they will build a temple near the workshop. Let them all live in, and at the same time, they can order the pavilion guards to secretly."

"Tingsi?"

"It's like guarding a prisoner's place."

"It's not bad, I'll leave this to you."

Zhuo Cao stood up and patted Fusu on the shoulder hard.

"Me?" Fusu was stunned when he heard this and waved his hand quickly, "Xiaocao, I'm very busy these days. Besides, I'm still Mr. Caotang, and I have to preach, learn and solve my doubts. Where can I get the skill to do these things?"

Time is secondary.

How can he get Zhuocao to do something after he is transferred?

If Zhuo Cao cursed something, he didn't know, and he would still be scolded by Qin Shihuang. After thinking about it, he felt that following Zhuo Cao would be the right way.

"Then who do you think is suitable?"

"Han Xin?"

"You'd better let him go fishing."

"That Zhuo Tiao?"

“…”

“…”

Zhuo Cao didn't respond, and Fusu shook his head repeatedly.

"Old Meng is a good job in work, but he wants to help me review documents. And every now and then, he goes out with my stupid father, calling it inspection of the people's situation. Isn't this nonsense? He just bought a man and inspected the people's situation? If he doesn't help, I will burn incense!"

Early in the morning, I didn't even see a figure. After asking Lianping, I learned that the stupid father said he was going to Xiaoze City to inspect the people's conditions, and he almost laughed to death. He wanted to go to Nulu, but he didn't say he wouldn't let him go. Why use such a bad excuse? Even if he was going to see if there were any business opportunities, he felt that there was no problem.

"Zong Chief! Zong Chief is sure to do it!"

Fusu shouted like he grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Well, it seems to be okay?"

Zhuo Li has been a regular manager for so many years and is now promoted to the pavilion chief. In fact, many local affairs are still handled by Zhuo Cao. Zhuo Li is just a nominal pavilion chief. Even so, his life is much better than before. No matter how small the pavilion chief is, he is also a pavilion chief, a serious food stake official and a civil servant in the Qin Dynasty!

"Then you go and talk to him and ask him to bring this craftsman to cast the pavilion and temple with rammed earth and thatch. The bed inside will be purchased slowly. If you pay for it, you can pay it directly from the mansion. Write it down and notify Xijun at that time."

"rest assured."

Fusu breathed a little relieved.

Anyway, just don't let him do this job.

...

After Gongshu finished his work, he walked out. His guest room was cleaned up by the servants, and all kinds of furniture were available. Zhuo Cao also specially provided him with two servants to serve him. This treatment really surprised him. His clothes were taken away by the servants, saying that he would have to wash them twice to avoid the smell of sweat.

He was embarrassed to be a little embarrassed.

He is a craftsman, and it is normal for him to have a sweaty smell in his clothes.

Usually he is alone and it is normal not to wash it for seven or eight days.

"Mr. Gongshu, is this mansion okay?"

“It’s much bigger than I thought.”

"Live for a few days first, and just talk about anything you don't get used to." Zhuo Cao paused and continued, "Sir, do you remember what characteristics your only son has?"

Who is the most well-informed person now?

Merchants from south to north!

They will meet many people when they travel around the world.

If you want to find someone, it is best to ask them for help. It just so happens that there are many Chinese people coming and going from Ozawa City now. As long as they pay a little attention, they may find them. Although the emperor has ordered him to help, he has to help him express his feelings about this matter.

"When he was separated, he was about fourteen. He was not long before Zhuo Jun. He looked average, and his only feature was that he had a Luban lock on his neck. This was made by me and ordinary people would never be able to untie it. This Luban lock was created by his ancestors, and all the legitimate sons from generation to generation would be made by his father to identify their identities."

As he said that, Gongshu took out the small Luban lock from his arms. Because it was made of copper, it now has a little blue rust. The shape is simple and simple, and the mortise and tenon structure with tight threads is intertwined layer by layer, making it extremely difficult to make. Now, whether the craftsman's wooden work is good depends on the craftsman's craftsmanship.

Zhuo Cao remembered that the carpenter in Murakami said at that time that his ancestors disdained to use nails. The mortise and tenon and bracket structure alone could perfectly connect the entire building and support the entire roof. The houses they created were extremely strong and would not collapse even if they encountered major earthquakes. Some foreigners even imitated the Forbidden City model and found that they could withstand a magnitude nine earthquake.

Gongshu moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the Luban lock was opened. A thin piece of wood was placed inside, with only a large character engraved on it. Zhuo Cao knew that this was a Lu character, which was the character of Gongshu.

"In other words, is your only son with Luban lock?"

Gongshu restored it again in a few strokes, nodding and said, "It can be said that even if it is not my son, it must be a member of the Gongshu clan. My son's name is Rui, and his lock was created by me. As long as I see him, I will never admit my mistake."

Even if you want to find someone in later generations, it is almost the same as finding a needle in a haystack. This is even more so now, as long as you are separated, you can basically not find it. Even with some characteristics, there are actually not much hope. In the past, many people were separated because of the war. Including a few orphans in his house, they were all adopted by his mother.

"Nago asked someone to help find it."

"Thank you, Zhuo Jun."

"It's just a little effort." Zhuo Cao paused and continued, "I'll take a rest in the past two days. I'll let Ah Yu take you around first. The workshop is basically ready. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly. The main thing is to build horseshoes and utensils to practice your hands, and try to forge stirrups in the future."

"Horsehoe, stirrup?"

"Shh--"

"Um?"

"Sir, I'll know in the future."

Fusu's mouth twitched straight while listening.

He knew what the stirrup was? Could it be the foot pedal used by a child when he was learning to ride a horse? But the foot pedals are made of wood and are of no use, so why bother to forge them with steel?

"There is this thing, sir."

Zhuo Cao took out the drawings as the way, which was the vernier caliper he drew last night. As the saying goes, when it comes to being good at sharpening things, he must first sharpen the tools. The vernier caliper he designed is probably the same as that of later generations, and the accuracy is definitely much worse.

Wang Mang was suspected to be a time traveler because of the caliper. In fact, this is denied the wisdom of the ancients, because the difficulty of the caliper is really nothing compared to other instruments.

Just like Zhuo Cao taught the Pythagorean theorem not long ago, Fusu didn't care at all. He also said that his so-called Pythagorean theorem was discovered and proved by Zhou Shanggao hundreds of years ago.

"Is this a ruler?"

After watching Gongshu for most of the day, he was puzzled. He used a ruler too much, but it was actually a ruler. Xunzi once said: A five-inch ruler is the best in the world. The reason why later generations called a ruler was because the ruler was basically one foot long at that time.

“It should be a vernier caliper.”

The emergence of vernier calipers is epoch-making for industrial design. They can measure length, inner and outer diameters, and depths with extremely accurate accuracy...

“What is a vernier caliper?”

"Sir, look, this is a cursor. With the cursor, you can fix the instrument and then read the length, depth and distance."

Gongshu has been dealing with these things for most of his life, and although the sketch is extremely sloppy, he can probably understand it. After Zhuo Cao's analysis, Gongshu suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly. He usually uses rulers to measure the instruments, but sometimes it is quite inconvenient. Because the scale is not accurate enough, he has to use his own experience to estimate.

Because he has experience, he can estimate it. But ordinary craftsmen don’t have this ability. Sometimes the farm tools they make are extremely rough and difficult to use. These types of farm tools will often fall into his hands and be refined again.

"This tool is a great charity!" Gongshu's eyes shining. "I have always heard that Zhuo Jun has wonderful ideas. Today I saw it. I didn't expect that Zhuo Jun still knew these craftsmanship, and even thought of such a convenient craftsmanship. If it were not done, the name of this vernier caliper was too simple and hasty, so I would call it a shaved ruler in the future!"

"Grass... ruler?"

Zhuo Cao blinked.

Your old aesthetic view needs to be strengthened!

"Why should I call it a Gongshu ruler?"

"No! This grass ruler was clearly made by Zhuo Jun. How can it be named Gongshu? These instruments are all made up of craftsmen's hard work and wisdom, and each one is enough to be passed down for generations. The name of grass ruler is truly worthy of it."

Gongshu refused with righteous words.

He was a craftsman, and the naming rights were very serious for him. Whoever developed it would be his own. If he pretended to be a craftsman in the world would be disgraced. Just like the Luban ruler, it was named after his ancestors.

The various agricultural tools created will have the name of the craftsman engraved on them. This is not only to prevent problems, but also to recognize the craftsman. If it is created by other craftsmen and then add their own names, is it still something that people do?
To be continued...