PNB Chapter 192: The craftsmen went on strike and Qi Pan kicked the door.
Chapter 192: The craftsmen went on strike and Qi Pan kicked the door.
Ying Yinman: "Why? I just heard you say with my own ears that you should kneel down and eat all the food on the ground."
"You don't dare to do that now? Are you going to go back on your word?"
The craftsmen who had been watching the fun before didn't dare to speak at this time.
The look of watching the fun on their faces also disappeared.
When the two cooks saw Qi Pan and Ying Yinman, they quickly bowed to them.
"National Master, Your Highness the Princess."
The cook who had been kicked down was standing there with a limp.
He stared at the craftsman coldly with a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Your Majesty!"
The craftsman was somewhat dissatisfied.
But he still suppressed his anger and knelt down to pick up the scattered vegetables on the ground.
Put it into your mouth bit by bit and swallow it into your stomach.
Some of the dishes were stained with dirt, and when the craftsmen put them into their mouths and chewed them, they made a crunching sound.
The craftsmen watching nearby hung their heads.
Hearing this sound, my teeth feel aching.
He stared at the craftsman as he ate all the scattered vegetables on the ground.
Qi Pancai said, "Eat whatever dishes are available."
"If you don't want to eat it, go study the ratio of gunpowder."
Her eyes swept over the surrounding craftsmen one by one.
Craftsmen: "Yes, Imperial Master."
The craftsman knelt on the ground, holding his stomach with blood oozing from his mouth: "It's... Imperial Master..."
When he was eating just now, there were a few stones that were relatively large.
He stuffed the food into his mouth along with the vegetables.
His teeth were broken loose.
At this moment it is teetering on the gums.
The two cooks looked at the craftsman and felt less depressed.
Especially the one who was kicked, he was so excited when he saw the craftsman's mouth full of blood.
Humph.
Let you kick me.
Live it!
The craftsman got up from the ground only after Qi Pan and Ying Yinman left.
Other craftsmen who were familiar with him hurried over to support him.
"Pooh!"
The craftsman turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood foam onto the ground.
There was a tooth mixed in the blood foam.
He glared fiercely, looking in the direction where Qipan and Ying Yinman left.
Even though I was angry, I didn't dare to say anything.
I could only curse madly in my heart.
The two cooks didn't stay any longer, picked up the plates on the ground and went into the back kitchen.
When they finished preparing the meal and served it out again.
The craftsmen had sat back in their chairs.
The craftsman who had lost his teeth was also sitting among them.
The blood foam on the mouth has been cleaned.
Seeing the chefs bring out the dishes, the craftsmen looked at the dishes.
Although he was dissatisfied, he was still upset about the lack of beef.
But they didn't dare to do anything more.
But the mouth is still a little annoying.
The craftsmen said: "We had beef a few days ago, but today they say there is none."
"Humph! You must be trying to fool us."
The toothless craftsman, especially the two cooks, looked at them with his nose not nose and his eyes not eyes.
He would say "tsk" every time a dish was served.
His face was filled with disgust.
After eating and drinking, the craftsmen dispersed.
The two cooks, along with the palace maids who helped them, cleaned up the pots and pans.
The leftovers on the table were scattered all over the floor.
There were still some leftovers from the craftsmen's meals in the bowl.
There were even several mouthfuls of thick phlegm spat onto the plate containing the food.
There was blood on the thick sputum.
It's obvious that it was vomited by a craftsman who had lost his teeth.
The cook suppressed his nausea and cleared the dish away.
I plan to keep this dish separate and use it to serve soup to the craftsman who lost his teeth.
Make him disgusting.
The craftsmen returned to their makeshift shelter.
There are large bunk beds inside.
The craftsmen sat together in a big circle and chatted.
One of the craftsmen said.
"Let's just come back and not study the gunpowder ratio."
"If the Imperial Master and the Princess find out, they won't blame us, right?"
Craftsmen: "Tsk, look at you, you are just a coward."
"We have been studying for so long, but we haven't come up with anything."
"Even if the Imperial Master and the Princess knew about this, what would happen?"
"Besides, it's not like we don't study anymore. We're just tired. Let's take a break first."
"Once you have rested enough, you can continue your research."
The craftsman who asked the question earlier still had some hesitation on his face.
"Is this really not bad?"
"What if... the Imperial Master and the Princess blame me..."
Before he could finish, the other craftsmen interrupted him.
"What if? What if?"
"Even if we don't do research, what can she do?"
"Could she still kill us?"
"He is just a state teacher, a fool seeking fame and reputation, a young man with nothing but a reputation."
"I just don't believe she dares to kill us."
"We are His Majesty's men!"
"That's right. We are all His Majesty's people. How can she, a national teacher, control us?"
"I haven't told you yet. When I return to Xianyang, I will report them to His Majesty."
"You said you were researching gunpowder. After so much research, what did you come up with?"
"It's useless to see a spark and hear a noise."
"This gunpowder might be what she used to deceive your majesty."
"That's right! Maybe His Majesty is still being kept in the dark by her."
"When I return to Xianyang, I will report this to Your Majesty."
"Let your majesty take a good look at what this so-called imperial teacher really looks like!"
Among the craftsmen who were talking, the one who had lost his teeth shouted the loudest.
He is also the one who jumps the most.
They made up their mind not to study and to take a rest.
The other craftsmen who were originally hesitant were also influenced by the emotions of these people and started to move forward.
I also chatted with them, talking about everything under the sun, but I just didn't want to study the ratio of gunpowder.
the next day.
Qi Pan and Ying Yinman went to the special room where they usually studied the ratio of gunpowder.
Found no one inside.
Even the materials and utensils on the table and the floor were still in the same position as yesterday and had not been moved.
Qi Pan and Ying Yinman's expressions instantly turned extremely ugly.
Ying Yinman: "Master, those people are going too far!"
"Let me give them a good beating!"
Qipan: “Let’s go together.”
There was no change in her tone, but her slightly narrowed eyes showed that she was not in a good mood.
They were extremely dissatisfied with the craftsmen's strike.
When Qi Pan and Ying Yinman arrived at the residence where the craftsmen usually lived.
The door was closed tightly.
It was quiet inside, with only the occasional snoring sound.
Qi Pan: "Eleven, kick the door."
Eleven: “Yes!”
He strode forward and kicked the closed door!
"boom!"
"Bang!"
The door was broken open from both sides.
Smashed to the ground.
Make a huge noise.
Several craftsmen were awakened by the loud noise.
They opened their hazy eyes and looked out the door against the light.
He half-propped himself up and sat on the big bunk.