Raising the Demon

Chapter 392
Huh?
There were three people, one old, two young, in front of him. Seeing the clothes of those people, Zijian was stunned for a moment. These people were all wearing Taoist robes, and there was a logo of a work-size ruler on the left chest. It could be seen that they should belong to a certain sect monk.

"Ten big workers, a hundred small workers, a hundred handymen, and a hundred porters." The old Taoist stood there without speaking, while the young Taoist beside him took a step forward and said.

His voice was not loud, and he didn't yell loudly, but his voice spread out smoothly, instantly suppressing all kinds of noise and noise, making everyone quiet.

But the silence was only for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, there was another buzzing discussion.

The young Taoist glanced at everyone, and said again: "The price is still the same as yesterday, a tael of silver for a big worker, 400 for a small worker, 100 for a handyman, and 50 for a porter."

As soon as the price was announced, everyone started to discuss again, Ge Tou'er took a step forward and said: "Master Daoist, I want to do great work."

"You?" The Taoist seemed to remember him, looked at him, frowned, and communicated silently with the old Taoist beside him, and after a while, he said: "Okay, you are considered a master, but if you don't perform well, then I can only come back to do small work."

Ge Tou'er nodded, the Taoist pointed behind him and said, "Da Gong stands here."

"Master Dao, I want to do great work!" Immediately, someone else stood up. Most of these people came here from other labor markets. Since they wanted to do great work, they naturally had great confidence in their skills.

The young Taoist's eyes seemed to be piercing. He glanced at a few people, and then pointed out two of them, saying: "You two are doing big work, and the other two can only do small work."

Those two people were still a little unhappy, the young Taoist didn't bother to tangle with them, and said directly: "Either do small work, or don't."

The two looked at each other, but obediently walked to the other side, where Xiaogong was.

The young Taoist's eyes swept across the crowd, pointing out people one by one. The moment his eyes swept over Zijian, Zijian felt that at that moment, it seemed that the young Taoist, Really sharp eyes.

"You, do great work." He pointed at Zijian and said.

Everyone's eyes came together, Zijian wanted to speak, but the old Taoist in the middle opened his mouth to say something, the young Taoist looked at Zijian again, and frowned: "You..."

Zijian has also practiced the art of Qi training, but his main method of cultivation is still the symbiosis with monsters.

Zi Baifeng's hidden spirit formula can only be used by all kinds of little monsters and himself, but this is not the only way to hide one's own spiritual energy in the world. There is a particularly effective way passed down from the master's lineage. The lord and Mr. Relying on this method, Feiyangzi and Feijianzi were concealed from the original, making them look like ordinary people.

This time when I came to the Dragon School, Feijianzi specially asked Mr. Feijian for instructions, and then passed down this method as the method of viewing birds and mice. Zijian also practiced it. At this time, he is like an ordinary person, and ordinary people can't see through his tricks. camouflage.

It seemed that the old Taoist felt that Zijian was different, but he was not sure. The young Taoist also hesitated whether to keep him or not.

"I heard you still have Seiko? I want to do Seiko." Zijian smiled and said.

"Do Seiko?" The young Taoist was stunned, "Seiko is not something that anyone can do. What qualifications do you have to be Seiko?"

Zijian smiled and said, "It's because of my craftsmanship."

"There is no evidence for what you say." The young Taoist looked Zijian up and down, "If you want to be a fine worker, you need to show some real skills."

Zijian took out the ebony cigarette case in his arms, threw it over, and said, "Is this enough?"

The young Taoist took the cigarette case in his hand, looked it up and down, and frowned suddenly, the old Taoist took it, looked at the cigarette case carefully, and handed it to Zijian with both hands, precious and precious. Said: "Success, you can do Seiko."

When other people saw Zijian doing this, they immediately began to look for something that could show their craftsmanship, but they were scolded by the young Taoist priest. The young Taoist priest continued to count one by one, and finally counted 310 people, but it only took less than a moment. bell.

As he nodded, Zijian watched and nodded silently.

He is also a great master among craftsmen. In his opinion, whether there is craftsmanship or not, it can be seen in many actions. In his opinion, this young Taoist really does not have a wrong eye.

Zijian was looking at the young Taoist priest, while the old Taoist priest next to him was looking at him, nodding silently while watching.

When everyone was assembled, the young Taoist led everyone to the work place, but the old Taoist was a few steps behind and walked beside Zijian, asking, "Young man, are you Geng?"

Zijian has not been called a young man for many years. He has been a father for almost 20 years, and he is still called a young man. Man, no matter how you look at it, he is a big guy.

"Old Immortal, I am thirty and six this year." Zi Jian said.

"Not like, not like, I think your young man is at most 27, are you married?"

"My son is turning 20 this year."

Of course, Zijian's own age and Zi Baifeng's age are both fictitious.

"Are you kidding my old man?" The old Taoist was a little displeased, and said, "Young man, my eyes are not vegetarian, so don't lie to my old man."

Zijian is helpless, no one will believe him when he tells the truth, what can he do?
The old Taoist was very angry and shut up. Zijian was also happy to take a leisurely walk, followed behind and watched, and wrote down the route.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, an open space appeared in front of him. There were already people busy on the open space, and a homestead had already been erected in a corner of the open space.

Zijian glanced over and roughly counted. There were twenty or thirty people in Taoist robes in the open space, and there were two to three hundred workers.

It can be seen that this is a big project. Zijian had a vague premonition in his heart. Zi Baifeng said that no one would think of doing real estate development now. Obviously, he underestimated other people.

The posture of these people is obviously building a house.

"Old man, are we building a house?" Zijian asked the old Taoist beside him.

The old Taoist snorted and ignored him, obviously still angry with him.

The young Taoist priest who was walking in front turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "That's right, this is a house. If any of you do a good job, we can also work for a long time..."

Before the young Taoist finished speaking, the old Taoist coughed and interrupted him, which meant to let him talk less.

Long-term employment?

Zijian was stunned for a moment, long time, how long?Judging from the current number of people, it takes at most ten days to set up a yard, which is not considered long-term employment anyway.

"Come over to Dagong, Xiaogong will follow him, and the others will follow that person..." The young Taoist turned around and arranged the crowd, assigning them to several Taoists, then turned to Zijian and said, "Jinggong comes with me. "

Zijian stepped forward to follow, but the old Taoist reached out his hand to stop him, and said, "Wait a minute, young man, there is no evidence for what you say. You say you made that cigarette case, but it may not be true that you did it."

Obviously, the old Taoist was not happy with Zijian, so he even began to doubt Zijian's character: "My old man wants to test your handicraft to see if your handicraft is really good for fine workmanship, if you can't do fine workmanship , my old man will beat you up and drive you out."

Zijian was not afraid, and said with a smile, "Okay, sir, you can come up with a question."

The old Taoist reached out and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, threw it to Zijian, and said, "This is a blueprint, you can follow the diagram and make a long window."

Zijian unfolded the drawing and frowned slightly.

The long window is complicated in shape and decorated with a large number of patterns. It is extremely complicated. No wonder it needs to be made with precision work. No wonder it costs a high price of ten taels of silver a day. If such a long window is made and sold, it will cost dozens of taels of silver. more than.

But Zijian couldn't be bothered, he came here today to find out about the situation, so naturally he couldn't just be driven away like this.

"Master..." The young Taoist hesitated, and opened his mouth to say something, but the old Taoist waved his hand to stop him.

Zijian looked at the blueprint in his hand, and the old Taoist priest had already ordered someone to bring the materials, and said, "If you need someone to help, you can tell me, I will allow you to bring two small workers."

"No need." It's better not to use a small worker who is not handy, and besides, this thing is not troublesome enough to require help.

The wood used for this long window is also a high-quality material. It is a waste to use it to make a long window. With such a reckless pile of materials, what kind of things do these Taoist priests want to build?Zijian was puzzled.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, his hands were not slow. Zijian reached out and took a piece of wood, weighed it with his fingers, took a charcoal pencil directly without using a ruler or ink line, and drew lines on the wood board. Vertical and extremely precise.

Looking at Zijian's technique, the young Taoist priest was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there would be such a craftsman with such superb craftsmanship among the common people.

The old Taoist frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the blink of an eye, Zijian had finished drawing the line. He took out the saw from the toolbox, and split the board in two or three strokes.

Then planing, drilling, gluing, nailing, polishing, and carving are all done in one go, which makes people overwhelmed, and the hands never stop.

The mouth of the young monk opened wider and wider, and his eyes looked at the long window. An ordinary long window seemed to have life in Zijian's hands. After finishing, the long window that had not been painted , put it on the ground, as if breathing, the aura is overflowing.

Zijian also felt a little strange. These days, the things he made in his hands have a special charm.

"Who are you? Who is your master?" The old Taoist suddenly reached out and grabbed Zijian's arm.

"My master? I don't have a master... My craftsmanship was passed down from my father, who has been dead for many years." Zijian was at a loss.

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(End of this chapter)