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Mrs. Yan dragged him to the table as if to show off and present a treasure, pointing to several unrelated things on the table, and her tone of voice was somewhat proud.
"gun?"
Grandpa Zhao Xiaogong inexplicably picked up the table with a pike and a sharp gun tip, which showed that it was well-made, but it was just an ordinary thing.
"Is this an army weapon?"
He looked at Mrs Flame with some doubts.
"This is my Taoist brother’s refining!"
Flame son cheerfully said
"I transferred my younger brother to build a refining workshop, and this kind of weapon can be produced very quickly by means of the magic circle, and hundreds of weapons can be trained every day just by the spear head."
"Refining ordnance without permission is a crime of enlarging the flow …"
Zhao wrong got a fright.
"Isn’t there going to be a war now?"
Flame lady smile brilliant tunnel
"Yan Er has contacted the Ministry of War, and they should also report to the Devil. At present, it is said that it is necessary for our Taoist loyalist to forge a large number of weapons."
"How did you make Daozongdi listen to you honestly?"
Master Zhao Xiaogong immediately realized what a right thing she had done. Now that chaos is just around the corner, it is too easy for Daozong to make a fortune in war.
Monks can be said to be the most special of all practitioners. They can easily transform their productivity by mastering power, which is much better than giving birth to a warrior.
They have all kinds of magical alchemists, and even a group of younger brothers can quickly produce weapons in the array. These advantages are also comparable to those of the master who can control the unpredictable magic, insects and methods.
"Is it hard to make those brothers obey?"
Yan er said with a smile
"Their cultivation resources are Taoism. Now my family has been robbed by that bad woman, which can reduce my brothers’ salaries. I will let them work in the workshop in exchange for cultivation resources. They can also obey if they want to be promoted."
"That …"
Zhao Cuo has smelled a terrible smell of a famous factory.
"Yan Er, how many hours do you make those Taoist brothers work every day now?"
"There are not enough people in the refining workshop, and many disciples have not been able to put the monks on the shelf, and they can’t kill the chicken and let the advanced seniors do such trivial things."
Mrs. Yan said this before answering his question.
"Because there are too few people in the refining workshop, the working hours are now five hours, and there are some special efforts. My younger brother will take the initiative to extend the hours."
Zhao wrong smell speech face suddenly became wonderful.
"What’s the matter?"
Flame son crooked little head puzzled to see suddenly silent Zhao Xiaogong ye.
"You change the working hours of the workshop to four hours."
He said with a face of serious
"What?"
The richest woman in Dayu showed her surprised eyes.
"It’s very hard because of work."
Master Zhao Xiaogong earnest tunnel
"Four hours of work, four hours of rest, four hours of painting and listening to music. This is what normal people arrange every day, otherwise there will be problems sooner or later, you know?"
He very much hopes to arrange himself at twelve o’clock every day, but the execution department is a place where officials are often asked to do business day and night, because he has to be lazy and leave early when he goes to the original boat.
"Going to the painting boat for four hours is more tiring than working all day, isn’t it?"
Flame son doubt way
"When I say this, I mean to let people have freedom."
Zhao Cuo tried to awaken the conscience of this woman.
"It’s not impossible."
Mrs Yan didn’t particularly mean a moment.
"How much benefit can you bring to Daozong by refining armaments for the imperial court?"
He touched the continued
"Let those brothers who participated in refining get more spiritual resources than before."
She seriously tunnel
"How much does Yaner take for herself?"
Master Zhao Xiaogong gave her a friendly address.
"90% of the resources exchanged with the court were distributed to the younger brothers."
Mrs. Yan did not resist his name "Yan Er"
"Good boy"
Zhao fault gratified to raise her hand and touched her head.
"Don’t touch people’s heads casually!"
She immediately summoned the gills to help Zhao Xiaogong play by hand.
"Flame son really did a good job this time?"
He came thinking that Yan Er had to withdraw if he could revive Daozong.