In the years of ancient traders

Yan Zhuo was born in the Yan family in Cangzhou. The family has gone through several dynasties. Although it is not comparable to the Yang family that has produced many prime ministers and empresses, it is also incomparable to those new upstarts with small walls.

His family valued poetry, books and etiquette, and paid attention to imperial examinations to become an official, but he preferred mathematics.Although the several small dynasties before the Jia Dynasty were short, they paid much attention to mathematics, and they could be called a hundred schools of thought.However, Jia Dynasty regards these as nonsense, he, a mathematics lover who was born in this dynasty, can be said to have been born late.

But fortunately, in the eight years of the Tianxi Rebellion, the royal family has declined, the power of the wealthy and aristocratic families has risen sharply, the already large-scale imperial examinations are useless, and all the poems and books of his family are useless.He used the excuse of traveling to seek an official position, and came all the way to Hengzhou. Along the way, he worked as a private school teacher and accountant. When he couldn't find a job, he also worked hard.

Whenever I have free time, I take out a few arithmetic books that I carry with me and devote myself to research. Although life is not more comfortable than at home, it is free and easy.

Before New Year's Eve, he won a bamboo card in Hengzhou City.

The peddler who sold the bamboo card said that it was made by Song Shu in Datu County. The symbols on it are numbers. something new.

Yan Zhuo didn't believe a word of the hawker's so-called heavenly secret, but he was really attracted by the number.

This is engraved with three symbols in different shapes.The first symbol is like a swan playing leisurely in the water, the second symbol is like a gourd, and the third is the most wonderful, like a triangle with strokes overflowing after falling asleep.If these symbols with simple strokes and beautiful shapes are really numbers, it will be a new phenomenon to apply them to mathematics.

Yan Zhuo bought the bamboo card, spent the only money he had, and arrived at Xianghe Village on New Year's Eve.

He heard from the peddlers who came and went here that there was a small courtyard not far from the entrance of the village that was hung with green cloth, and he could rent a bunk there.So, he lived in the west room of Zhou's wife.The next day, he wanted to visit Song Shu right away, but he remembered that it was the first day of the junior high school, and everyone was celebrating the new year. It would be disgusting to go to other people's homes to discuss mathematics at this time.

After such a delay, it was delayed until the sixth day of the junior high school.

He was neatly dressed, and with his box of arithmetic books, led by Zhou's wife, he came to the Song family's yard.

"Aunt Zhou, Shiro has gone out, at the other end of the cellar." San Niang answered the door and said to Zhou's wife. She glanced at Yan Zhuo. A circle around the neckline, is satin.

"Hey, that's a bit far away." Zhou's wife looked at Yan Zhuo, "I still have some work there, I really can't leave, why don't you go find it yourself?" This Xianghe Village is not big or small. However, it is still easy for foreigners to get lost.

"You go with Shi Sanlang and the others. A new workshop is being built there, and there are a lot of workers. Shiro told me to send the lunch there directly." Sanniang said, a few men came from the direction of the soybean oil workshop, and the leader was Shi Sanlang. They were carrying buckets and pots, as if they were going to deliver food.

Sanniang told Shi Sanlang, and he looked at Yan Zhuo twice: "Come with me."

"Hey." Yan Zhuo shrugged his shoulders, carried his bamboo box on his back, and followed Shi Sanlang and the others.

Spring began after New Year's Eve, and the weather gradually warmed up. Although the garlic yellow and soybean sprouts were still sold, they couldn't be sold for as much as a tael of gold, but they were more expensive than other vegetables, especially soybean sprouts.

Due to the price reduction, some villagers gradually began to sell soybean sprouts and garlic yellow after the beginning of spring, and ordinary farmers finally got a taste of this golden winter vegetable.

The land above the cellar was not fertile soil, and Song Shu didn't grow anything at all, but built a new workshop.

This workshop is much larger than the soybean oil workshop. In addition to working, he also planned a place to eat and sleep.He opened more and more workshops, and now there are some workers from other villages. These people's homes are far away. If you want to use them, it is best to enclose them.These people from other villages or even from other places, unlike Xianghe Village, have almost no way to make extra money, so their wage requirements are much lower than those of the villagers.

There are even a few middle-aged and middle-aged people who come to ask, as long as they have food and accommodation, they don’t need to pay wages.

For many families who can't get enough to eat, having food and housing is already very good, but whether they have wages or not is secondary.Song Silang's reputation spread far and wide, and he was a well-known kind person. Many people saw working for him as a good way out.

Song Shuben was still worried that the better the life of the neighboring villages in his village, the higher the wages of workers would be.He can still use carbon to make up such a name now, but after three or two years, he may not be able to fool around.Cost control is always a compulsory course for every boss. Knowing that there are still countless people from far away who want to work here, I am determined to build a big workshop.

As for what to do, besides expanding the production of soybean oil, soy sauce and silk quilts, he also has other plans.

"That's it." Shi Sanlang and the others brought Yan Zhuo to the entrance of the cellar.There are people coming and going here, many hawkers came to buy garlic and bean sprouts to sell, and the car from Wanghailou just came and left.Cheng Erniang is busy, and Liuniang is also here to help.

Yan Zhuo looked in the direction Shi Sanlang was pointing at. The top of the steep slope was no less deserted than the bottom. A young man in a blue robe was standing on the slope with his back to him, holding a blueprint in his hand and talking to the big man next to him.

Such a large drawing can cost a lot of money.Yan Zhuo, who has been traveling abroad for a long time, has long since lost the dandyism of a son of an aristocratic family, and is very down-to-earth.Thinking that when he was at home, practicing calligraphy every day would consume a dozen or twenty sheets of blank paper. After he left home, whenever he had to do some math problems, he was reluctant to buy paper to do calculations, and often found a small stone to make gestures on the mud floor , or find a big rock to sit on, close your eyes and brain, as if meditating.

The person who can hold such a large drawing must be Song Silang.

Sure enough, after Shi Sanlang took him up, he pointed to the young man and told him to look for him.

Song Shu has a lot of thoughts here, and it's time to be busy.He planned two workshops here, as well as collective dormitories, canteens and warehouses. In this era when there are almost only family workshops, it can be called an industrial park.

A carpentry workshop at the back has been built, and a high earth wall has been built there, and the inside cannot be seen from the outside.Master Peng brought several other carpenters from other villages, and two or three blacksmiths were rushing to make farming frames.Song Shu, a liberal arts student, couldn't get modern machinery, and there was no corresponding source of power here, so he had to settle for the next best thing and study some large farm tools that were produced when the farming civilization of the Ming and Qing Dynasties reached its peak.

This generation farm frame is one of them.

And this other workshop that is being built is for paper workshops.Song Shu is almost driven crazy by the high price of paper here. Since modern times, he has long been used to jotting down things and creating a mind map for things he doesn’t understand. It is not a burden in modern times, but here it is a big pit for three generations of poor!

He has already released the news of the recruitment, and there will be peddlers who come and go to take him to other villages, and wait for the paper mill to be completed, and it is almost time for people to arrive.

The workers used in the workshop include those who previously dug cellars and those who mined ice. Because the weather is warmer, this work is not special, and the wages are not high.Therefore, it is not very popular. Anyway, Song Shu only needs enough people. After that, the workshop will be supplemented by foreign workers.

"What are you building?" Yan Zhuo went over and glanced at his blueprint.At first glance, it is passable, but looking at the strokes, it must not be well practiced.

"Workshop." Song Shu studied the blueprints without looking up.The people here are all rough people, who can do their best, but architectural design is useless.The previous workshops and yards were common in farmhouses. Practice makes perfect, but this time his design is a bit complicated. There are corridors in the building, and there are many workshops of different sizes. I fell into a trap, and I was thinking about how to fix it right now.

"There seems to be something wrong with your drawing." Yan Zhuo said.Mathematics has a wide range of uses, and he dabbled in many fields in his studies, and he also knew a little about architecture.It is impossible to build a palace, but it is not difficult to build a slightly more complicated workshop.

"You understand?" Song Shu raised his head immediately.

"Slightly clearer." Yan Zhuo said, he was older and taller than Song Shu, and now seeing that he finally had time to pay attention, he immediately put his hands together and pushed forward, making a bow, "Song Silang, it's a pleasure to meet you." , my name is Yan Zhuo, and my style name is Yizhi. I am in Hengzhou..."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Song Shu was full of workshops, and after hearing the name, he impatiently continued, "Maybe you can help me build this workshop?"

Yan Zhuo was interrupted in the middle of his speech, but he was a little happy.He was also worried about how to get in touch with Song Shu, but he didn't expect Song Silang to ask about it himself.

"Of course." Yan Zhuo nodded vigorously, "Show me your drawings, and I'll help you modify them." He quickly took the drawings, fearing that Song Shu would regret it.

Yan Zhuo was so active, and Song Shu couldn't figure it out for a moment. Before the salary was discussed, he was anxious to work without fear of being tricked.

"Do you have pen and ink?" Yan Zhuo raised his head from the drawing.

"Yes, yes." But he was actively working for him, and of course Song Shu had to fully support him, so he immediately took him to a simple shed, where there was a long table and several benches, and there were Paper, ink and pen. "Paper and pen can be used here, but you want to modify the drawings?"

"Yeah." Yan Zhuo was calculating quickly in his mind, and now he didn't have the time to talk more, so he picked up the pen and ink and started to revise.

His brush has been well practiced, and each stroke is strong and powerful, which is more pleasing to the eye than Song Shu's tadpole crawling.He modified it very quickly, and would write some numbers or marks around it, and ran to check the terrain from time to time. When the sun went down, the new blueprint was completed.

"Not bad." Song Shu was full of praise. The drawing was more detailed than his, and many places that needed calculation and measurement were much more professional than him. "By the way, your name is...?"

Song Shu couldn't remember his name for a while, and was a little embarrassed.

"I'm Yan Zhuo, the word is Yizhi." Yan Zhuo didn't take it seriously at all, "I'm from Cangzhou, I accidentally got a bamboo plaque a few days ago, but I can't understand the symbols on it, so I want to ask Song Silang for advice."

Now, Yan Zhuo finally had a chance to tell his purpose.

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