"Whoever regrets is his grandson!"

This little boy is so stupid. Zhang Tie distributes small money to send a group of civilians to carefully move away the Eight Immortals table, and before leaving, he proudly shouts at the young man.

It's so stupid. Such an exquisite Eight Immortals Table is difficult to form in less than a year or two, and it is sold at a price of erectile sacred grass.

How could such a stupid person in the world be so stupid?

You should know that from selecting materials, drying, to making furniture, it takes a lot of time and energy to complete it.

This little boy is too young to ruin his ancestral property and is not compatible with the worldly affairs.

Who knew that this set of Eight Immortals Tables was sent to the palace, and just one praise from the emperor would inevitably have a blessing in disguise of wealth and glory, or an oral order for promotion to be promoted.

Oh my God, wouldn’t that be in one step?

Otherwise, leave the opportunity for himself... Zhang Tiezhi was proud and followed the civilians to take care of the Eight Immortals Table and left.

Be cautious, afraid that you will break the Eight Immortals Table.

It's as meticulous as caring for peerless treasures.

He even expressed his whole heart and thought about the Eight Immortals Table.

Is it that precious?

I'm afraid someone... Hehe... Wang Langjun glanced at the middle-aged man who left the Eight Immortals Square and looked sideways Aliang and said, "After you finish eating, go and promote the news about the Eight Immortals Table.

We must let the rich people in the town and Mr. Di know.

Just say that if you auction two sets of Eight Immortals tables at the time of Shen, the higher the price will be.

In addition, you have spread the whole town and gathered everyone who is willing to learn wood arts and understand carpenter work to expand the scale of Baxianfang.

It is initially expected to recruit 100 people.

If there are many talents, it is okay to recruit three to five hundred people.

But the venue is too small, let’s talk about it.”

"Ah, I'm going to expand the Eight Immortals Square so soon. I don't have a dream!"

The young master was also a god. Aliang put down the celadon bowl in surprise, looked up at the young master in admiration and said.

The young master's craftsmanship is like a god, leading a needle and flowing through the flowing water.

It was like a magic trick, and saw wood chips flying, and the parts of the Eight Immortals Table were carved out.

Then use dovetails and open expansion tenons to form a molding.

Finally, in the key parts of the carving pictures and texts, select colored wood tins to insert, stuck, and shape it into a complete Eight Immortals table.

It doesn't seem to have any interface. I wonder how the young master made the horizontal and vertical wooden strips and wooden boards into a whole, and it looked like a natural thing.

This makes the entire set of Eight Immortals tables and chairs shine brightly.

It's like a fairy-like object.

It's not like the mortal world.

Incredible.

And the young master made it too fast.

It's all as fast as more than a dozen men work together to make it.

No one believes it if you say it out.

Who would believe that this kind of skill that makes money is so fast that it can earn 100 taels of gold in just half a day?

How much money do you have to make in a year if you make money every day?

It's so much money. I really want to learn the craftsmanship of the young master... Aliang only admires the young master very much.

Yes, if you have an idea, you are a hard-core witness. When Wang Langjun saw Aliang showing a fascination, he smiled and walked out in a silly manner, and he was filled with joy.

Unexpectedly, I had the ability to communicate with myself and change the woody texture.

Although you cannot control the movement of plants and trees and other superpowers, it may not be possible in the future, right?

Besides, since it can change the nutrients, water direction and wooden structure in the plants, is it necessary to do something...

People feel refreshed when they are happy.

Wang Langjun had a comfortable meal and then moved into the process of making the Eight Immortals Table. He was busy until the sunset, and then he made two sets of Eight Immortals Tables.

Looking at the two sets of exactly the same Eight Immortals tables, I smiled with satisfaction.

I couldn't help but turn around and look at the inn on the right. I didn't see the middle-aged man, but found that the entrance of the Eight Immortals House was crowded with people.

All are here? Wang Langjun smiled, sat on the Grand Master's chair and touched his chin and said, "Come in."

"rustle"

The townspeople flocked to the Eight Immortals Square one after another.

There are crowds of people, and there are crowds of people.

In a blink of an eye, the entire Eight Immortals Courtyard was so crowded that it was scattered.

Moreover, everyone stared at the Eight Immortals Table with their eyes wide open and their breathing was rapid, forming a storm of wind, whirring.

There were a lot of people, and Wang Langjun didn't care. He raised his hand to hit the table, attracting everyone's attention and said, "This young master's Eight Immortals Square has officially opened.

It’s just that there are a shortage of workers. I wonder if you have any idea to join the Eight Immortals House to earn money to support your family?”

"This young master is the manager assigned by Mr. Di to the town.

There is no objection to the young master recruiting people, after all, this is a great thing to make a living for everyone.

I just don’t know if there is any approval from the Ministry of Works when the young master opened a private workshop?”

Illegal opening of private shops is looking for death, the old man in charge said arrogantly.

Sure enough, a shit-smuggling stick popped up, Wang Langjun frowned slightly, and said with a smile: "I wonder what this elder is called?

It seems that you are not qualified to check the business approval documents of Baxianfang.

Even if there is no approval document and the workshop is eventually sealed off by the government office, the workshop owner will only be arrested.

Punishment, fine workshop owner.

It has nothing to do with other people, right?"

"You are right. As long as private workshops are open less than half a year, the workshop workers will not be held responsible.

But the workers worked hard.

Once the workshop has no approval documents and is sealed by the government office, wouldn’t it be in vain?

Therefore, no one wants to help you with work.”

I want to ask about my identity, you deserve it. The young man who was in charge said in a contemptuous manner.

This thin old guy deliberately sabotaged the situation. Wang Langjun laughed and said, "Haha, right? No one wants to do a vain job.

But this is the case with my young master’s Eight Immortals Workshop. Some people have to risk working as a white-collar worker if they apply for a job.

Otherwise, they would leave quickly and would be crowded here to sweat, making it very terrifying.

Please leave or stay!”

"Hahaha, you're still too young.

If you have no hair on your mouth and don’t do things well, you will be retribution for your trouble.

However, I came to carry these two sets of Eight Immortals tables under the order of Mr. Di.

As a birthday gift, you will not have any objection to Mr. Di for birthday celebrations.

Humph, don’t look at where you are? The manager opened his eyes wide and looked at the young man and said jokingly.

Idiot, Wang Langjun waved his hand disdainfully and said, "Get out of the Eight Immortals' House, otherwise you will go out."

"You, you dare to offend Mr. Di, fight against the whole town, and seek death..."

The boy didn't want to eat the punishment for toasting. The manager pointed at the young man and shouted.

After forcing the robbery, Wang Langjun didn't answer, but stood up to meet him. Under the disdainful eyes of the manager, he grabbed the manager's collar and threw it outside the gate of the Eight Immortals Square, scolding: "This is the fate of the Eight Immortals Square answering the robbers. Who else can stand up?"

"Ah, my legs, ah..."

How dare the little boy... the manager rolled on the ground and screamed, regretting his life.

As the manager was thrown out, the crowd quickly retreated.

Who is this?

Too cruel, throwing people like throwing grass.

Can't afford to offend, can you hide, can you wait to die if you don't leave?

Someone leaves and some stays.

Especially those who had eaten mutton hotpot at noon, they called a group of trustworthy townsmen and joined the Baxianfang without saying a word.
To be continued...