Jiang Wanru and Tang Qingluan never dealt with each other, so they didn't speak at this time, their eyes full of agreement.
Cao Jing said lightly: "Tang Qingluan, you are wrong. If Aunt Xu doesn't scare us out of fear first, how can we be obedient?"
Coming out of the capital, in order to temper the arrogant temper of the noble ladies, Aunt Xu treated them harshly and even corporally punished and scolded them, which was extremely humiliating.
Cao Jing clearly remembered that because she didn't like to talk, she was forced by Aunt Xu to sing a ditty.
They used to have a noble status. If they had not become sinners, they would not listen to a nun's orders.
Now that she and others have gained the limelight, she is no longer a timid sinner, and she can't help but make some mocking remarks.
Nanny Xu wasn't too angry. These smart-aleck women would learn to understand after a bloody encounter.
What puzzled her was: Mrs. Wuya obviously didn't like these maids, but why did she get such preferential treatment? Shouldn't she reward them immediately?
Regardless of whether they are in the palace or other wealthy families, as long as they are ambitious maids, they will be kicked out immediately.
But Tang Qingluan, Cao Jing and Jiang Wan were like them, how could they be treated politely?
She looked at Tang Qingluan and others who were so elated that they shut up smartly.
Nanny Xu never thought that Mrs. Wuya would use such a trick. According to the Di tribe's custom, it was just to send people into the tent to have children.
It was Song Liyun who thought of using talents to their full potential.
Wan Youyou was arranged by Song Liyun to live with Yuquan and teach her the Di dialect.
In addition, a craftsman who is good at carpentry was hired to cooperate with Wan Youyou to make a wooden machine that can control two wire hammers.
Several noble ladies have made arrangements, and each of them has something to do.
In the white tent, Song Liyun was also scratching his head.
Zhao Tingduo came back from hunting outside, changed his clothes and sat next to her, put his arms around Song Liyun's waist, looked at the spread out pieces of paper and said with a smile: "I heard Aniang say that you haven't gone out in the tent all day, right?
What are you thinking about?"
Song Liyun showed him the drawings she drew: "Do you still remember our waterwheel in Ruijin Town?"
Zhao Tingduo certainly remembered the water truck that could hammer wood pulp day and night. He personally went into the water to help install it that day.
His eyes lit up: "Do you want to load water trucks in the tribe?"
There is indeed a river in the Kara Valley, but the water flow is gentle and cannot drive the water wheel.
But now it has frozen into thick ice early, and even getting water requires digging holes.
Song Liyun smiled and shook his head: "The river here is flat, how can it be possible to turn the waterwheel!"
"What is that?" Zhao Tingduo rested his chin on Song Liyun's shoulder and looked at the drawing from her ear. He only saw a few long wooden boards and a ring wheel.
"I want to make a big windmill!" Song Liyun turned around and kissed Zhao Tingduo on the cheek.
"I have said before that there was once a country that installed large wind wheels everywhere, letting the wind drive the blades, and then letting the blades drive the turntable below, which could grind flour, grind noodles, and make hair... Anyway, as long as the craftsmen are clever, they can
Use that power of rotation for everything you need."
Zhao Tingduo became interested and quickly took out a few pieces of paper and looked at all the parts on it carefully. While looking at it, he asked: "What is here?...Fan blades! Oh!...This is the axis, I know
, just like the axle of a large wheel.”
"Ayun, we installed a windmill in Kala Mountain. It will be the first windmill on Dilu Grassland!"
Song Liyun nodded and smiled: "Even though the workmanship is complicated, I had to ask the master craftsman to find out!"
The Uda tribe has carpenters who can only make carts and simple furniture.
This time there was a craftsman sent by An Guogong. Although he was best at making cabinets and exquisite jewelry boxes, he could also build houses and other large items.
After thinking about the spinning hammer with Wan Youyou, I can still see that he has a good mind.
"This is easy to handle. You go to Aniang's place and wait. I'll ask Lang Mu and Master Zheng to look at the drawings."
Zhao Tingduo was not tired, so he immediately put on his clothes and shoes, turned around and went to find the tribe's carpenter and several craftsmen who had been sent.
When Song Liyun arrived at Mrs. Wu Ya's tent, the begging mother was also there, talking lively to Mrs. Wu Ya.
Seeing Song Liyun come in, Mrs. Wu Ya said with a smile: "Ayun, come here quickly. Aunt Qi is talking about the double thread hammer. I tried using it on the crank today and it can twist three threads."
Song Liyun smiled and sat by the fire pit: "Oh! Miss Wan and the others are quite fast! I just said yesterday that they can only have two."
The beggar said: "It's troublesome. One person has to crank the machine and another person twists the wool. It's not much faster than before!"
Reform is never achieved overnight, it must go from being unfamiliar and clumsy to being proficient.
Song Liyun said: "As long as no one is needed to operate the machine in the future, two people can twist six wires!"
The beggar smiled and said: "Young madam, you are joking. If you don't crank the machine, how can the line hammer rotate? Otherwise, you need to throw the hammer down."
At this moment, Yuquan came in. She also heard Song Liyun say that he could twist six threads, and she was surprised: "Young madam, is this true? It would be good if you can twist one more thread. If two people can twist six threads, that's not enough.
Grow some more hands."
Aunt Beggar smiled: "Silly children! They can't become spiders."
Zhao Tingduo, who quickly went to find the carpenter, brought back the news and solved the problem perfectly.
A large windmill can be built, but it requires a lot of wood.
Just in spring, in order to settle down in Kara Valley, the tribe cut trees from the mountains and piled them up. So the young people in the tribe no longer went out to hunt and all worked in the open space.
The tribe also became lively, with children playing and playing with the adults carrying the trees, chasing dogs and running around the felt room.
The sound of laughter spread into the yurt where Nanny Xu and others lived.
Tang Qingluan put down his pen, rubbed his sore wrist, and muttered: "This damn place is poor, dirty, and noisy.
I don’t even have a good pen, and the paper is too rough, worse than what my servants use!" He stood up and looked outside.
Jiang Wanru on the other side also put down his pen, looked at his own handwriting, then looked at Tang Qingluan's, and said with a smile: "Your handwriting was also taught by a bachelor? I have heard that the Duke of Rongguo said that in order to look good, he specially invited
A great scholar came to be my wife, but now it seems that my money was really wasted!"
"You're talking nonsense! Jiang Wanru, who is like you? You say you can write poetry every day, and you write poetry and paint with a bunch of poor people, and you have no shame in showing up!"
Tang Qingluan knew that he had not studied seriously before. Not only was his handwriting ugly, but he could not even write the Book of Songs silently. Now he could only write three-character essays. Jiang Wanru had already laughed at her shamelessly.
Jiang Wanru was not embarrassed, but said smugly: "You are envious. Those are all students who went to Beijing to take the exam. Three years ago, the number one scholar, Tanhua, wrote a poem with me, and the number two student even came to propose marriage..."
When she said this, she suddenly stopped talking. Looking at the ink-soaked roll in front of her, she suddenly seemed to have been drained of all her strength and sat down.
Those days are no more!
Tang Qingluan saw that Jiang Wanru suddenly stopped talking and felt guilty in front of being accused of something scandalous. He couldn't help but cursed secretly: "Bitch!"
The noise outside was getting closer and closer, and she finally couldn't stay any longer, so she ran to the door and raised the curtain to go out.