Soon, the carpenter rushed over and did not dare to neglect the orders of the master's master. The main reason is that the master respects our craftsmen and gives a lot of rewards...

Although Fang Yiai is not very generous, he is still more than enough to reward craftsmen. He has always respected those who rely on skills to make a living.

"Little man Lu Yi, I have met the young master."

Lu Yi was only in his thirties and was exposed to the wind and sun for many years. Judging from his appearance, he could not guess his age. He looked like a thin old man, and his toothbrush came from him.

Fang Yiai didn't be polite to him, "Uncle Lu, please help me make a chair. The legs of the chair are more than one foot high, with a backrest and a handrail..."

After a long time of silence, Lu Yi understood what he meant.

Fang Yiai made a formal official hat and chair. He really couldn't stand the way of sitting on the ground. Thinking about the fact that when Liangyi Hall came out yesterday, his legs were numb. It was so sour and sour than Lao Tan, it was completely a kind of torture.

Then start by sitting on it!

"Well, help me raise the desk, one foot higher than the chair, and it's just enough to sit on the chair." After arranging Lu Yi's work, he had a sudden idea and asked, "Can there be bamboo craftsmen at home?"

"have."

"Call a bamboo craftsman here."

Since I have already started, I will also get out the Grand Master’s chair. At that time, I will go to the yard to bask in the sun and other things, and I will feel happy to think about it.

"There is another thing. If you have the ability to make it, I will be rewarded with great rewards for you."

"First make two fine woods, with grooves in the middle, and use graphite and rosin to make a refill core, put them in the groove, and the two fine woods are glued together and written with graphite in it."

Yes, his request was a pencil, so what good things he thought of in the future would be convenient for writing and drawing.

In order to make yourself feel more comfortable, this is inevitable.

After a long time of silence, he finally arranged all the work. The craftsmen started to work hard, and Fang Yiai sat down and took a good rest.

Move your mouth above and run off your legs below.

Once upon a time, he was also one of them. He had a life goal with a playboy as his life, so naturally he had no reason to do it himself. Before he knew it, he lived the same way he once hated.

"Qiao'er brews a pot of tea."

Fang Yiai gave a casual order. After working hard for most of the day, he finally sat down and had a cup of tea.

Soon, a cup of hot tea was served. He just delivered it to his mouth. Before he could drink it, he felt that the taste was wrong, greasy, and a smell of sheep.

"Oh my god! What is this..."

When I looked down, there was a layer of oil flowers floating on it. I carefully identified it. There was a layer of tea foam, and there was a salty smell in it.

"vomit--"

Then I remembered that the tea I drank in the Tang Dynasty was not the clear tea from later generations. I chopped the tea into tea foam, and added onion, ginger, mutton oil, and salt when cooking the tea...

Oil, salt, scallion, and so on, it’s not just about making tea, it’s obviously just making soup.

"Oh, drinking a sip of tea is not worry-free." Fang Yiai sighed in his heart. It seemed that I was just a hard worker.

However, his actions scared Qiao'er very much, thinking that he had done something wrong, and his eyes were filled with tears and indescribable grievances.

"I won't blame you for this... I poured this pot of tea and made another pot for the young master!" Fang Yiai rubbed her head and said gently.

After taking a bite, he felt disgusted at the sight and reminded him: "Remember to wash the pot and only put the tea leaves when cooking tea, and don't add those messy ones."

Under Fang Yiai's command, Qiao'er cooked another pot of tea. He took a sip and spit out the tea foam.

"Comfortable...this is what people drink."

Although the tea stir-frying process is lacking and the fragrance is missing, it always has a bit of tea flavor. If you can drink it, the tea leaves are a bit annoying.

After he finished drinking a drink, Qiaoer quietly filled him up. Fang Yiai used to praise him, "You are so considerate, the young master is afraid that you can't live without you."

With Qiaoer's thoughtful service, sooner or later he will become a waste that cannot be carried on his shoulders or his hands.

"Just like it."

The little maid twisted her face, blushed and replied in a delicate manner.

In ancient times, most of Qiao'er's personal maids would have to be concubines in the future, so she had already planted seeds in her heart.

These days, the young master's attitude has been very different from before. She has noticed it. Today's intimate actions have become the last fuse.

Fang Yiai looked back at Qiao'er and felt that she had been weird all morning, and she was shy and talked to herself, with her voice and eyes incorrect.

He didn't understand the little girl's thoughts and was made strange.

He was just an inadvertent act and was in a good mood today. But he teased the little maid and turned around and left it behind. He didn't take it seriously at all.

Qiao'er is only in her teens. A girl of this young one has to make up for her. Fang Yiai is not so crazy.

In the last life, my neighbor's daughter, who was about the same age as Qiaoer, was pinched on her face and just joked about her elder brother, and she could only giggle. How could she be so serious?

At the age of innocence, he has begun to worry about the major events of marriage...

Fang Yiai was not used to ancient thinking, so he gave up thinking about the little girl's thoughts, closed his eyes and leaned on the table, taking a sip of tea, "This is life."

“From tomorrow, be a happy person.

Feed horses, chop firewood, and travel around the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house, the sea in the sky, and spring is warm and flowers are blooming..."

This poem is very consistent with his current state of mind, and is a true portrayal of his heart, and he subconsciously recites it.

I was wondering how to make money?

Only when your pockets are bulging can you achieve your life goals.

"If the tea mountain can be wrapped, the tea-frying technology and tea making and selling in the future will definitely be a good deal! ... History is like the great waves and the practice of real knowledge, and people like it."

"How much does it cost to buy a mountain? Alas, a penny stumps the hero..."

"It's a bit poetic, but the level is completely wrong, and the literature and science are not clear. You are just doing something random, which is insulting your ethics..." A voice suddenly sounded behind him, which scared Fang Yiai.

The other party chattered and evaluated this modern poem. Fang Yiai was too lazy to debate. Modern poems, if you ask it to follow the tones of ancient poems, it is not enough to be full.

"What did your brother ask me for?"

The one who came was Fang Yiai's brother - Fang Yizhi. He was a bookworm and couldn't stand Fang Yiai's waste of talent so much, and he was a little angry at him for not fighting.

"You kid is smart. You brother has always believed in this. You have done a good job in getting married in close relatives. Today, people outside praise you, and you are happy for you... But why don't you study hard and write these poems that you know nothing about..."

Fang Yizhi is quite naive and will chatter if he is heartbroken. Seeing that he is inclined to become an old mother, Fang Yiai handed him a cup of tea, "Brother, try my new tea..."

"Now you have become an official, you should be more mature. Don't be addicted to the strange and lustful techniques like before. Just stop the craftsmen at home..."

It is obvious that he looked down on these things Fang Yiai made and believed that they were all useless things, which is a common view of scholars.
Chapter completed!