The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 208 The True Lord is Coming for Inspection
Cai Xinzi was surprised: "Why did you make this figure? You have such a strange hobby lately! Last time you wanted to make a Song Dynasty prince, and this time you want to make an Austrian scientist. My God, your hobbies are becoming more and more confusing. Is it because normal figures can no longer satisfy you?"

Yue Wenxuan: "Are you still going to do business?"

Cai Xinzi's tone instantly changed: "Yes, of course, Sheng Hui, a high-precision figurine for 500 yuan."

While talking on the phone with Yue Wenxuan, he quickly checked the information on his computer and said, "Old customer, I just checked. Caspar Korner only left a name and a short story in history, a few simple introductions. There is no detailed information left, and there are no photos of him..."

Yue Wenxuan: "That's for sure. It would be strange if there were any photos of people from the 15th century left."

Cai Xinzi said, "Since he doesn't have a photo, I can only find an Austrian face and put it on. As for the clothes, I plan to use European merchant clothing from around 1500. Is that okay?"

Yue Wenxuan: "No problem. By the way, I still want to be a human being."

He did a random search online and found a photo of an "Austrian translator." He sent the translated photo to Cai Xinzi and said, "Make another figurine of this person."

Cai Xinzi: "Sheng Hui, one thousand yuan."

Cai Xinzi is still very reliable. Four days later, the two figures were delivered by local express.

One is the Caspar Körner figure, which is the same as the Zhao Zai figure. Because there are very few records in existence and there is no folk art to create a secondary design for him, the setting of the figure is very empty. He is just a huge empty shell. Except for the setting of making a rifle, everything else is a blank.

The other one is a Chinese face, a professional translator who specializes in Austrian.
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In the early morning, it was just dawn.

The firearms workshops in Jiaoshui County have become bustling.

Today is the day when "the True Lord will come to inspect". Although Madam Gong Er only named five blacksmiths, the rest of the blacksmiths did not dare to neglect them.

The blacksmiths of the rebel army are different from ordinary people.

Many common people, especially those outside Dongmiaozi Village, do not know that Zhenjun is a god. They still call Zhenjun "Master Yue".

But the craftsmen all knew the "truth", because the masters they worshipped were all "immortal craftsmen" from heaven, and these immortal craftsmen were all "subordinates of the True Lord."

The fact that Zhenjun is the "Prime Minister of Heaven" has long become a must-know knowledge for the craftsmen of the rebel army, and it has been highlighted and will be tested.

Such an important figure is coming to inspect the firearms ironworks. Which blacksmith would dare not take it seriously?

Li Tiezhu was one of those who was "named".

He was a farmer from Lijiazhuang near Dongmiaozi Village and one of the second batch of apprentices to learn skills from the immortal craftsman. When Wu Jialiang first visited Dongmiaozi Village, it was Li Tiezhu who brought him all the way there.

Li Tiezhu lives up to his name, looking like a pillar, tall and big, a typical Shandong man.

He used to eat poorly and was as thin as a bamboo pole. Later, he joined the rebel army and had a better diet. Now he has a strong body. Because he has been working as a blacksmith for many years, his muscles are as hard as black iron.

Not only is he big in build, but he also has nimble hands and feet, and he's not stupid either. He learns skills very quickly, and now he's apparently the best blacksmith among the rebels.

He got up the earliest today. Before dawn, he ran to the stream to take a bath, changed into clean clothes, and dressed himself neatly. Then he ran to the door of the firearms workshop, craning his neck to look at the road outside.

Several skilled blacksmiths who had been named like him also arrived one after another and stood beside him, craning their necks to look in the direction they were coming from. "Madam Gong Er said the True Lord wanted to see us. I'm so nervous," one blacksmith whispered. "Did we do something wrong and deserve to be punished?"

Li Tiezhu said, "The True Lord is gentle and kind, and is extremely good to us mortals. I think he wants to reward us."

Several craftsmen nearby nodded in unison: "That's right, we are the ones with the best skills, so we must be rewarded."

The group of soldiers guarding the firearms workshop couldn't help but laugh, "What are you guys doing peeking around in here? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Li Tiezhu: "I'm from Jimo. I'm unfamiliar with Jiaoshui County and no one knows me. I'm not afraid of being laughed at."

The soldier smiled and shook his head...

At this moment, a soldier came running down the road, shouting, "The True Lord is here, Madam Gong Er is here, get ready to welcome him, tell the craftsmen to get up quickly."

Li Tiezhu smiled and said, "No need to shout, we've been waiting here for a long time."

The soldier saw that the craftsmen were already crowded at the door and couldn't help but smile: "That's good."

The craftsmen hurriedly stood at the door and waited in an orderly manner. The other craftsmen who were not called also lined up in a large square at the back, looking like they were "waiting for the leader to come for inspection."

There were also people running around in the workshop in a hurry, cleaning up wherever they saw garbage, and quickly taking a broom to remove the spider web in the corner of the room.

A few minutes later, a large group of soldiers came over on the street. Several main figures of the rebel army, such as Yue Wenxuan, Gong Erniang, Wu Jialiang, were there, as well as the new county magistrate who had just passed the imperial examination and became the magistrate of Jiaoshui County. The new county magistrate looked a little fat and was one of the group of scholars who came from Changyi County.

These are all normal people, it's not surprising that they appear here.

But the blacksmiths immediately discovered a strange character, a Western Hu man with a pointed nose. He followed behind the True Lord, step by step, like the True Lord's little tail.

The blacksmiths kept wondering in their hearts, what kind of person is this?
They didn't expect that their casual complaint in their hearts would become a real naming method hundreds of years later, and all the Hu people in the Western Regions were called "foreign devils".

Yue Wenxuan walked up to the craftsmen, stopped and smiled.

The craftsmen had clearly practiced this beforehand, performing a profound bow simultaneously. In unison, hundreds of them practically recited, "Gods above, blessings are bestowed upon all. Protect us all, and grant us longevity and health. With reverence in our hearts, and sincerity evident, may the incense burn abundantly, and may the grace be everlasting."

Then they moved to both sides at the same time, making way.

This path leads directly into the workshop, which is clean and spotless.

Yue Wenxuan was baffled by the words of worship, thinking to himself: A craftsman who couldn't even read a single character had to recite such a long sentence in unison. I wonder how many times he had to do it to become proficient. And he had to recite it simultaneously, left and right, with perfectly aligned movements. This must have been specialized practice.

He couldn't help but ask, "Huh? Who told you to do this?"

The craftsmen all turned to look at the person in charge of the workshop: the master craftsman.

The craftsman smiled ingratiatingly, as if seeking credit.

(End of this chapter)