The Inner Courtyard of the Husbandry Palace of the Han Dynasty.
Fei Qian was sitting in the hall holding a book, and then smiled while reading.
Huang Yueying, who was tinkering with Fei Zhen's armor next to her, was a little puzzled. She glanced at the cover of the book, and then at Fei Qian. After all, she couldn't help it and leaned over, "What are you looking at? Examination notes? Examination notes."
Do you remember anything funny?』
Fei Qian nodded, then looked at the armor Huang Yueying was weaving, blinked, "What... I said, that boy doesn't need to be so detailed when wearing it? By the way, my armor, Yueying
You haven’t helped me fix it for a long time..."
Huang Yueying hummed nonchalantly, and then saw that what Fei Qian had in his hand was indeed the "Engineer Exam" and not a re-covered book, so she lost interest in continuing to ask, sat back again, and began to compile Fei Zhen's
The armor scales rose, "Do you still need me to repair your armor? Just give it to the master craftsman to repair... Besides, you don't go into battle to kill the enemy, you just sit in the back, so you don't need to be so delicate..."
"Ah? Then Zhen'er won't go into battle. His armor can also be left to the master craftsman?" Fei Qian said somewhat unhappily, "It's just a trip to Yinshan..."
Huang Yueying glared at Fei Qian angrily, "How can it be the same? I don't trust the craftsman's work! Oh! Don't bother me, look, the sewing is wrong!"
Fei Qian: "..."
alright, you win.
Fei Qian was silent for a moment, then stood up with the book in hand, "I'm going to find my father-in-law..."
See if I can return it...
Returning it is probably impossible. After all, it has been opened and the seven-day expiration date has passed.
When Fei sneaked into the side courtyard, he didn't find Huang Chengyan. When he asked, he left early.
out?
Fei Qian thought for a while, then took his guards and went straight to the workshop outside the city, and sure enough, Huang Chengyan was here.
After Huang Chengyan arrived in Chang'an, he saw so many workshops of Feiqian in Chang'an, and he became very interested. He seemed to feel that what he had learned in his life, or the ideas in his mind, had finally been put to use. These days
Almost all of them hang out at the craftsmen's workshop.
When Fei Qian found Huang Chengyan, Huang Chengyan was discussing something with the craftsman.
Fei Qian was not in a hurry, and waited for Huang Chengyan to finish speaking, then stepped forward, met Li, and asked Huang Chengyan what problem he had just encountered.
"It's hard to get molten iron out..." Huang Chengyan licked the end of a pen, and then wrote down what happened just now on the wooden slip, while saying, "Now there are halberds, spears, daggers, knives, staffs, arrowheads, helmets, etc., all of which are needed."
The iron used is new and not very beautiful. It is made using old methods. It is porous and slag, making it difficult to shape..."
Although bamboo paper has been produced in large quantities now, some people are still used to using old wooden tablets to record events. Huang Chengyan, for example, thinks that wooden tablets are more practical than bamboo paper because they are not too light or will disappear in the blink of an eye.
I know where it was thrown.
"The iron materials are different, even the proportions need to be different..." Fei Qian nodded. Because of the previous conflict with Cao Cao, the iron ore shipped from Shandong naturally decreased a lot, and then Fei Qian naturally
It is necessary to make do with some of the original iron ore from Sichuan and Shu.
"If it's not beautiful, we should first make hoe, hoe, sickle, shovel, adze and other utensils..." Fei Qian said, "There are so many refugees nowadays, and there will be an urgent need for such utensils in spring..."
Huang Chengyan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fei Qian, nodded with a smile, wrote down this article again on the wooden slip, then put it down and said, "What is the good son-in-law looking for?"
Fei Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, swallowed the two words on his lips, and then said: "Father-in-law, please look..."
Fei Qian handed over the "Kao Gong Ji" in his hand.
Huang Chengyan browsed through it for a while, then he laughed a few times and said, "It's a bunch of nonsense, not worth mentioning..." just like before.
"Kao Gong Ji", in fact, it may not be as "not worth mentioning" as Huang Chengyan said. In some aspects, it can still show China's government-run handicrafts during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, especially in Qi
It has certain reference value for various types of work specifications and manufacturing processes in the country.
But the key issue lies in this "certain reference value". If someone really wants to follow what is recorded in "Kao Gong Ji", then they will definitely be tricked to death...
"Kaogong Ji" records some of the craftsmanship of the Bronze Age, that is, the Warring States Period. To put it simply, the smelting formula of bronze alloy has always been a key factor in determining the final performance of bronze. To measure the performance of a certain civilization
The most intuitive standard for the level of metal smelting in the Bronze Age is its summary and mastery of bronze alloy formulas.
The most typical one is "Kao Gong Ji", which records a large number of technological processes and production specifications for the manufacture of various utensils at that time, including records of the bronze formulas that should be used for different utensils, collectively called "Jinliu"
Qi", but this "Golden Six Qi"...
"There are six proportions of gold, six parts of it are gold and one part of tin is called the proportion of bells and tripods, five fifths of it is gold and one part of tin is one part of one part, it is called the proportion of axes and catties..." Huang Chengyan chuckled a few times and said, "
If you really use this method of metallurgy, you will bring disaster to the country and the people..."
Fei Qian nodded, and then said, "Why is such a fallacious method spread?"
Huang Chengyan frowned, "This..."
Not only was it spread, it even became a royal ritual.
The full name of the "Kaogong Ji" in Fei Qian's hand should be "Zhou Li·Kaogong Ji".
At the beginning of the Western Han Dynasty, because the "Dong Guan" chapter in "Zhou Gong" was missing, Liu De, the king of Hejian Xian, took "Kaogong Ji" to fill it in. Later, Liu Xin changed "Zhou Guan" to "Zhou Li" when editing and editing.
With this article.
In the Spring and Autumn Period, bronze was indeed the main component, which was an alloy of copper and tin. However, the ratio between copper and tin was not as described in the "Golden Liuqi": "gold is divided into six parts, while tin dominates."
One, even two cents of gold for one cent of tin...
Although in the early days of Chinese metallurgy, there were cases where people had incomplete knowledge of metals, did not distinguish between lead and tin, or made mistakes in some aspects, but during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, after thousands of years of development of bronze smelting, people in production
It is impossible for front-line craftsmen to make such major mistakes, nor to come up with such ridiculous metallurgical ratios.
If the tin content is too high, the alloy will become brittle, and the blank cannot be further processed at all. That is to say, it can at most be used in casting vessels that do not require sharpening. In other words, bells and tripods are barely usable. As for other so-called
Don't even think about swords, axes, arrows, etc.
Therefore, anyone who is a little knowledgeable will find it ridiculous when they see the metallurgical ratio in "Kao Gong Ji". Just like Huang Chengyan, he can see the problem almost at a glance.
But the second question raised by Fei Qian is even more ridiculous. If the metallurgical ratio is the first mistake, and the person who compiled "Kao Gong Ji" made the second mistake, the mistake is
Add mistakes. Then later generations will use "Kao Gong Ji" to guide and restrain the craftsmen, which will evolve into a catastrophic mistake...
"Or..." Huang Chengyan thought silently for a moment, "Is it false to mislead other countries?" After all, some of the things recorded in "Kao Gong Ji" were compiled based on the craftsmanship of the Qi State at that time, so it was not
It is excluded that Qi State deliberately produced some specious records in an attempt to deceive other countries.
Fei Qian nodded, this might as well be a relatively reasonable explanation, "But now that the Han Dynasty has unified the world, why do we need such false books?"
"This..." Huang Chengyan couldn't answer, so he simply threw the book aside, then looked at Fei Qian and said, "After all, what do you want to do as a good son-in-law?"
"It's nothing..." Fei Qian chuckled, and then asked, "I don't know about my father-in-law, but are you willing to take up the position of "Grand Examination Engineer"?"
"Ah? "Graduate Examination"?" Huang Chengyan asked with a frown.
Fei Qian nodded slowly, then looked at the craftsmen busy in the workshop, and said slowly, "The great examination of craftsmanship, the master of craftsmen's skills, the examination of the world's craftsmanship, do not order such books, it is wrong."
Human beings are like that!』
It is loud and powerful.
Huang Chengyan was stunned for a while and looked at Fei Qian. He seemed to be moved by Fei Qian's huge heart and foresight for the future. He nodded deeply, "Very good! Very good! It's just... this "big job exam""
What is the position and official rank?』
"Hi!" Fei Qian said angrily, "Compared with two thousand! Same as Jiuqing! Do you want to do it?"
Huang Chengyan laughed loudly, then took a step back and bowed his hands to Fei Qian, "So, I have seen my lord..."
……(o′?□?`o)……
For farmers, the so-called leisure time does not mean that they can truly relax. Like in later generations, when it snows, they can stay at home, cross-legged on the fire kang, and then chat about what they have and what they don’t have, and then they get tired of chatting.
The days of eating, drinking, and sleeping were something that farmers in the Han Dynasty would never dare to dream about.
For the farmers of Han Dynasty, slack time is just that they do less work, and they don’t have to work in the fields from dawn to dusk. Going from a lot of work to less work is considered slack time.
In winter, although the fields are covered with snow and do not need to be cultivated, the house needs to be repaired, the fence needs to be strengthened, the vegetable patch behind the yard may need to be tidied up, and the wasteland at the foot of the mountain also needs to be repaired.
, otherwise after spring begins, the weeds will grow wildly, and all the hard work spent throughout the year to cultivate new fields will most likely be in vain.
Although the weather was cold, the farmer still took his two children and carried tools to the wasteland.
To convert wasteland into fields, it takes more than just setting fire to it.
That method was still available in ancient times, but not now.
Because although excessive fire can kill weeds and insects on the surface of the soil, it has little effect on those grass roots and insect eggs deep in the soil.
Digging the ground can not only expose the eggs and insects deep in the soil and freeze them to death in the cold winter, but also because there are a lot of gravel at the foot of the mountain, some large and small on the surface, but more
In the soil, if these stones are not removed, the roots of Zhuanghe will not be able to stand, and naturally they will not grow well.
The father dug up the ground, dug it deep, and dug out the stones. Then the older children who followed him picked up big stones, and the younger children picked up small stones. After filling a basket, they dumped it on the field ridges. Although the weather was cold,
But the three of them were still dripping with sweat and steaming with heat.
I don’t know how long it took, but when the three of them were covered in mud from head to toe, and both adults and children were a little unsteady, my father stopped and looked at the completed and unfinished land.
, finally looked at the sky, and then spit out a vague syllable from his nasal cavity.
Maybe it was because he hadn't spoken for too long, or maybe his throat was dry and full of dirt, which made what the father said almost too vague to be heard clearly. However, the two children were able to understand what it meant, so they
He held the basket unsteadily, followed his father, sat on the field ridge, put on his straw sandals, breathed for a while, and then walked back along the path.
You can't work in the fields with straw sandals. If it weren't for the cold weather, you might even be reluctant to wear straw sandals.
A peasant woman stood at the intersection, wearing a dress that obviously didn't fit well, with a small shadow following behind her, with a runny nose, tugging at her mother's dress.
After seeing the father and son, the woman smiled slightly, then touched the heads of the two children, and the family gathered together and walked back to their home.
When he saw his home, his father, who had worked hard all day, couldn't help but smile with relief. This home with a front yard and a back yard, a house that is half stone and half wood, was his glory. It was also because he had such a
A wife is willing to marry into a home that more or less looks like...
After casually grabbing some residual snow, rubbing my hands and face a little, and removing a little bit of the obstructive mud, I have completed my own cleaning work. Anyway, I have to go to the fields tomorrow, and it will be useless no matter how clean I am.
The woman took some grass roots and other things that she had collected sparsely in her hand, and went to the house to light a fire and prepare to cook dinner. Holding the cauldron, she untied the grain jar hanging from the beam, scooped half a spoonful of grains from it, and then
I looked back at my husband and children sitting at the door of the room, thought for a while, and scooped out a little more from the jar...
The smell of food spread throughout the house, and the flames jumped, bringing some warmth to the family.
For most ordinary people nowadays, the word "rice" is noble and can only be expected during the Chinese New Year. On weekdays, it is more "porridge", or it is thicker or thicker.
It's just a bit rarer.
Worse, there is no porridge at all.
As usual, the woman gave her husband a bowl of the thickest one, then the two children, and finally herself and the youngest child.
The more you work, the more you get; the less you work, the less you get.
The simplest and most unpretentious distribution method.
"Today..." Father held the bowl and frowned slightly, "It seems like it was cooked a little more?"
"Well, I cooked it a little more... Today is the second son's birthday..." The woman looked at the second child, "That year, there was also a lot of snow..."
In the heat of the fire, the father's eyes softened a little, and then he called the second child over, and took out a little more food from his bowl, "Eat well, grow up well..."
Apart from the word "good", my father didn't seem to have or knew any other blessings.
After finishing the porridge in the bowl, the woman added some water to the cauldron. While there was still some fire, she scraped the remaining food residue into the soup, divided it into portions, and everyone drank it.
It's almost time to finish dinner.
Sitting by the fire, enjoying the warmth of the embers, the father asked the second child, "Second son, what do you want for your birthday?"
"Father..." The second child hesitated for a moment, and then said under the encouraging eyes of his mother, "I, I want... I want to study..."
"What?" Father frowned, "What do you want?"
"I, I..." The child's voice gradually became quieter, but he still said, "I... want to study..."
"We don't have books. Even if we have books, you can't understand them..." said the father, and then sighed, "I can't afford them. Books, books are very expensive, very expensive... Why do you want to study? Like my brother.
Isn’t it okay to be a bamboo horse like that?」
"I can go to the agriculturist for advice..." The second son raised his head, looked at his father, took a burnt piece of wood and scratched it on the ground, "He taught me, he is willing to teach me...Father,
I know several words. Father, you see, this word is "home", which is where we live... Look, this is the roof, then the walls, and then the place where the livestock is raised. This is a home..."
"Did the agricultural bachelor teach you?" The father tilted his head and looked at the words his second son wrote crookedly on the ground. He couldn't understand it, but it did look like the same word.
"Yeah!" The second son's face showed some brilliance, like a color called hope, "The agricultural bachelor also said that I am smart..."
The father watched, silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "But we...we don't have money...can't afford books...can't afford...can we change it to something else?"
The luster on the second son's face gradually faded away, and then his head slowly lowered, "...No need, father...forget it..."
The remaining light of the fire pit disappeared little by little, and the family gathered together to warm each other.
Before dawn, my father opened his eyes, sat up, turned around, looked around, and then quietly got up...
"Husband..."
The father paused for a moment, then whispered, "I'm going to pick up some firewood and go to the city... In this weather, someone will definitely want to buy the firewood... If someone buys it, there will be money... In other words, I will go in more times."
Mountain, just chop more firewood..."
"The fields at the foot of the mountain..." the woman asked.
The father turned his head to look at his child, and then back again, "Let's wait until I come back. Just make it a little more tidy and do it later... If it doesn't work... forget it..."
"No, I'll go to the fields..." the woman said, "I'll take the children there, and they can be cured just the same!"
"You? Your body and bones... can you do it..."
"It's okay... as long as, as long as the two sons... can live a good life in the future..."
