Chapter 0046 Waist Ingot

Although it is still a cold spring day, the bean-sized sweat beads on the shopkeeper's forehead fell down, and the sweat stains on the green brick floor were obvious.

"Young master, young master, the little sin deserves to die. The crime deserves to die. Please be kind to the young master. Whoo, dozens of young people all rely on the little ones to support this workshop. You, please leave a way to live for the little one." The shopkeeper was scared. Who has heard that the armor was shot through the door to thank you? It is obviously looking for it. It's troublesome for me. Although this armor was forced to change by myself, who do you want to talk to? Extraordinary? With the government? I want to do this quickly.

Zhuo Bufan quickly stood up and went to help the shopkeeper, shouting, "Oh, why are you doing this? I'm really here to thank you. Look at you, get up quickly." However, the shopkeeper didn't want to get up, so he actually had to kowtow. Fortunately, Zhuo Bufan pulled it.

Zhuo Er, who was beside him, simply admired the five-body throws to the ground. It turned out that the young master did not become pure, but became more powerful. The middle front was full of dialogue and laugh. Tut, he thought that the future, which had become bleak because of the purity of the young master, lit up again. Well, the next step is whether you will blame yourself and retreat as progress.

"Oh, after this injury, I thought of you..." Without waiting for Zhuo Fan to finish speaking, the shopkeeper immediately kowtowed again. Zhuo Fan pulled again and said earnestly, "At the beginning, I should not have listened to the shopkeeper's advice. I just let you modify your armor, which caused this disaster. My own fault..." The shopkeeper was really a little confused and looked at Zhuo Extraordinarily.

The shopkeeper collapsed to the ground and worked hard for a long time to shout a sentence: "Young master, spare my life~."

Zhuo Fan smiled in his heart and said in surprise, "Isn't my sincerity enough? Why are the shopkeepers still so frightened? Hey, it can be seen how dark the world is. They are all those dignitaries and dignitaries. They are usually dominious to the people. I, the people of Dahua, are so afraid of tigers, which is sighing.

If Zhuo Bofan is not so polite and civilized, the shopkeeper may not be so frightened. How can this matter not kill people? It should be okay to calm down with some blood. Thinking of this, the shopkeeper suddenly remembered something and almost slapped himself. He turned around and shouted, "Silver, silver!"

When the sound came out, the shopkeeper reacted that it seemed a little abrupt. He turned around and smiled, called Mr. the counter and bit his ear fiercely.

Zhuo Fan pretended not to see it and began to drink tea. Zhuo Er pinched his little finger and was observing and learning. Zhou Tong stared at the people. In his less complicated mind, first of all, Zhuo Fan wanted safety, and then no one could be disrespectful. Finally, what's his advantage? The first two are closely related to their last interests. In fact, simple-minded people can grasp the essence of things.

In a short time, several five and three thick, putty workpieces came up with a heavy wooden box and fell in front of Zhuo Extraordinary, making a sound.

Zhuo Fan doesn't need to look at these things that need the work of the smelting house to resist. It is a fake silver, which is the highest-colored silver ingot in Dahua. When the shopkeeper saw what he carried up, he seemed to have some strength. He got up and lifted a corner of the covered red silk. Sure enough, it was a large waist ingot. There was nothing more attractive than this in the world.

Zhuo Fan held the tea and took a sip that he didn't seem to see it. He scolded in his heart. Shit, good thing, but, it's so heavy that I can't lift my sedan chair. Besides, he thought I was a country bumpkin and would be confused by this silvery waist ingot? Then he pretended to say it as if he had just seen it.

"Oh, so much silver, huh? Shopkeeper, do you have a lot of money? It's a little exaggerated that I can't lift it up to this hall.

The shopkeeper was really extraordinary. He hesitated and whispered, "Master, this is a little filial piety to you. I hope you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Fan was angry: "Damn, I have said that I am sincere. Why is the shopkeeper so so? Humph, take it down, take it down!"

The shopkeeper swallowed his saliva with difficulty. The first time he saw the angry man, he had no choice but to wave his hand to let the clerk retreat. The shopkeeper looked around and wanted to see some clues from Zhuo Fan's entourage. Unfortunately, everyone was watching and shut. He didn't blame everyone, but Zhuo Fan's men didn't know what medicine was sold in the young master's gourd.

Forbid, Zhuo Er carefully looked at Zhuo Fan, who drank tea, and then blinked at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper understood, gritted his teeth, and took a thick pile of paper from the hand of the cabinet gentleman. It was not ordinary paper, but a large-size national silver ticket, with a clear red seal.

"This is a little thoughtless. Please accept it." The shopkeeper's shy face covered the silver ticket in his hand with the palm of his hand. This is just a rule. It's just a crosswalk. In fact, no one present can see it.

Zhuo Bufan didn't care about him and let him put the silver ticket on the coffee table, as if he didn't see it at all.

Silver tickets are a good thing. It's not tiring to hold the white silver, but that's not what Zhuofan wants. The shopkeeper's forehead came out with bean-sized sweat again. This is 10,000 taels of silver bills, 500 thousand denominations, and he enjoys it by himself. Why didn't the left prime minister look at it?

The room was silent, and Zhuo Fan felt that the atmosphere was almost the same. He said slowly, "The shopkeeper, don't bother me. In fact, this time, I'm going to thank you." At this point, the shopkeeper's bitter face secretly said, don't play with me. "One more thing, I just want to order something else with you. ."

With that, Zhuo Fan took out a few pieces of paper from the cuffs and handed them to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper was full of doubts and couldn't help but be surprised when he took it over.

"This, this, this is not..."

Zhuo Fan saw the shopkeeper's reaction and said strangely, "Do you know?"

"Isn't this a spinning wheel?"

Zhuo Bufan was stunned and took a look at his own painting. Shit, it's really similar to the ancient spinning wheel that he has only seen in the movie. Not to mention that he has never seen the spinning wheel as a dungster in this world.

"Well, that's right, but this thing is not a spinning wheel, and it's not easy to make," Zhuo Fan said.

The shopkeeper was relieved. This is a spinning wheel, a workshop that is good at making such complex and exquisite things as stacked armor. If you can't make a spinning wheel, it will be over, no matter how complicated the spinning wheel is.

Zhuo Bifan pointed out, "This group-shaped thing should be used..."

The shopkeeper said, "This spindle?"

"Damn," Zhuo Fan was defeated and nodded and said, "Let's spindle a spindle. This thing is made of gold thread, and the thin gold thread must be tightly sealed with gelatin before being surrounded. If it is not exposed at all, or there is an interruption. That's failure!"

The shopkeeper is also serious, which is a little difficult, not to mention the materials. Such a thin gold thread is afraid that it will not be a few miles away, and it cannot be interrupted. In contrast, it is much easier to wrap it with gelatin.

"There is no problem, but these teeth in the middle of this spinning wheel..." The complex is the transmission part of the spinning wheel.

To talk about the so-called ' spinning wheel' in the shopkeeper's mouth, Zhuo Fan has done a lot of effort. Last night, although the girls were there, Zhuo Fan actually did not hang out with them. This is usually unimaginable, but Zhuo Fan's brain was occupied by this Taliban mobile phone charger. This charger But it's not simple. Everything related to the future is a matter of life and death. It's no easier than those beards hiding from drones all day long in the valleys.

"Oh, these are transmission agencies." Then, Zhuo Fan explained it carefully. The shopkeeper listened, and the curiosity in his blood was encouraged by the operation. These small workshop owners, originally came from a technical background, and were done by hand, little by little, as a considerable modern society. The chairman of the technology company, naturally has a technical background.

"Oh, it's the wheel teeth", this thing has actually appeared in Dahua for a long time, but the name is different, "Wow, Master Zhuo, the design of this wheel teeth is really exquisite. The big wheel teeth drive the small wheel teeth on the shaft through a layer of wheel teeth in the middle. In this way, a wheel handle can rotate more circles of shafts. Good, good, isn't it? Wrong." The old-fashioned spinning wheel is a handle that directly drives the axis. It is only this year that the design of the wheel teeth appeared. However, such a combination of the wheel teeth has never been seen, especially that the wheel teeth are superimposed with each other and do not take up space, and the wheel teeth naturally play the role of constraint, which is amazing.

Zhuo proudly nodded. This is not to consult the Internet, but the gear structure in my memory, which are all learned in class. It seems that these simple physical knowledge is also scarce in this culture-oriented society. I was about to continue to explain, but I heard the shopkeeper say angrily: "This spinning wheel is too advanced, young master, are you going to open a spinning mill?"

"Open your head, I'm not a spinning wheel. You don't need to know what it is. Make it for me as it is. If you can't meet the requirements I said, hum," the shopkeeper trembled and quickly asked people to call out the master and study it carefully.

Wait the shopkeeper's expression is almost done. Zhuo Bufan pointed to the ' spindle' and reminded him, "These materials must be made of pure gold." In fact, brass is also OK. However, in Zhuo Bufan's memory, I vaguely remember that gold is the best conductive thing, not some of the most high-end audio wires, they are all gold wires. Well, if we want to use it, we can use the best. I don't know if this Taliban hand-cranked mobile phone charger can be used. If it works, we need to strive for excellence from the early materials, right?

The shopkeeper was stunned, thought for a moment, and gritted his teeth: "Young master, I will not let you down this time. I will definitely satisfy you with the materials!"