The thirty-eighth festival people take food as their heaven 1
The study room was quiet as Yun Ye was writing furiously. He had been in this state for six days.
Kewuyuan was so poor that no one had ever thought of establishing such an institution before. If Yun Ye hadn't persisted and guaranteed self-sufficiency, the emperor would not have maintained an institution that looked like a joke. In his opinion, Kewuyuan
The courtyard is the toy of the prince and Yun Ye. If there is any harvest, it will be an unexpected surprise. If there is no harvest, it will not cause any harm.
He was wrong about Yun Ye. As a modern man, he has long been accustomed to this kind of entrepreneurial model. As long as the emperor provides policies, he can start from scratch. Li Er did not calculate his invisible investment. The word "royal" alone is enough to be worth a fortune.
With millions of dollars, not to mention finding loopholes in the riddled Tang law, Yun Ye thought he could drive a carriage back and forth.
The Kewu Institute was under intensive renovation, and the thirty or so old people were divided into six groups, each doing their own things in an orderly manner. Dozens of people were hired to copy the mountain and river geography data borrowed from the Ministry of Works day and night. Yun Ye wanted to re-understand
Let’s take a look at the Tang Dynasty. Ordnance is classified, and the Ordnance Superintendent did not show any respect. He sternly rejected the Kewu Institute’s unreasonable request, and even Li Chengqian was disappointed. The Supervisor was easy to talk to, and lent some blueprints of civilian equipment.
He also stated that this was a special preferential treatment for the sake of His Highness the Crown Prince.
You should cherish your broom! This is Yun Ye's assertion. The more he looks through various information, the angrier Yun Ye becomes. Look at this graphic of a straight-shaft plow. Not only is it ugly, but the dimensions of each part are not marked. The whole picture explains
It only talks about the geometry of the materials to be used, but no construction instructions. Only the devil knows how to make it. Besides, the plowshare is just an equilateral triangle, without even the necessary cutting edge. No wonder you can only use oxen to plow the fields, and horses can't pull it. It's rubbish!
The hoe is made of pig iron, rubbish. The sickle is only one foot long, rubbish. What? The seeds are sprinkled on the ground by hand? Where did the building with a hole in the tip of the plow go? Wasn't it invented in the Han Dynasty? Why did the Tang Dynasty
Guanzhong, the most developed agricultural country, is still sowing by hand? These bastards have even lost the earliest combine seeder in China. It is really unforgivable.
Food is the most important thing for the people, and agricultural tools are now the main direction of Kewuyuan. All dynasties have regarded farming as bigger than the sky. Spring planting must be sacrificed, and autumn harvest must be sacrificed. Emperors and queens must go to the fields to cultivate in person, although it is just for show.
, things that allow emperors and queens to put on a show are rare in this era. Unlike in later generations, even the president personally buying an ice cream was classified as a show.
I will be the supervisor. If you give me face, I will give you face. The newly made farm tools will be handed over to you for dissemination. Everyone will share the credit and everyone will be happy.
Ordnance Supervisor, aren't you a bully? Are you saying that I'm being unfair? I'll see your rags like ladders, siege engines, and catapults? I know what it means to return artillery, but I just won't tell you.
Just when Yun Ye was immersed in extreme YY and couldn't extricate himself, there was a commotion outside the study. Yun Ye was a little unhappy. Wasn't he ordered not to walk around the study? What's going on?
"Lao Zhuang, what's going on? Who's making the noise?"
"Master Hou, it's Mr. Cheng and Mr. Niu who are here to visit together. The old lady said that Mr. Hou had ordered that these few days are very important and not to be disturbed, so she invited the two old men to the living room."
Yun Ye has been living and dining in the study these days. In order to maintain confidentiality, Yun Ye did not want to make a fuss known to the whole city, so he declined all visitors and prepared to launch a surprise attack on the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty to ask them to take action against Kewuyuan.
A basic understanding is that Kewuyuan is very important, very important. It is not dispensable as their stupid minds think.
Lao Cheng and Lao Niu are pure elders in Yun Ye's eyes, and they would not hide it from anyone in the world. Grandma was a little fussy. She always thought that only she could see the new things her grandson came up with, although she saw
She didn't understand, but it didn't hinder her enthusiasm for collecting. She even locked a piece of paper with writing on it in a box, and only she had the key.
Since the grandson came back, he drew a few pictures and brought vitality to the entire poor and dilapidated Zhaoguofang. Now 30% of the family's income comes from the iron stoves and briquettes he brought back. The skills that the grandson learned so hard from the old immortal
, but you can’t let irrelevant people learn it. Needless to say, she has this weird idea again.
"Invite the two elders to come to the study, just say that it is not convenient for me to leave." Yun Ye asked Zhuang San to go and invite Lao Cheng and Lao Niu, while sorting out the summaries of the records and several drawings drawn in the past few days. Some things are indeed true.
Shameful, such as this portrait of Li Er with the word "pig's head" written on his forehead.
After annihilating the evidence, Lao Cheng and Lao Niu arrived.
"I've become more arrogant after not seeing you for a few days. I deigned to come to your house to visit you. I didn't even greet you. Where is the tutor?" I just like to listen to Lao Cheng's nagging. It seems that my elder deficiency syndrome is getting more and more serious.
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"What nonsense are you talking about? You don't know what kind of temper this kid has? If it weren't for something important, would he be rude to you and me? What's the difference between going to his place and going home? It's just two more steps, you're the only one who's troublesome." Lao Niu
Ignoring Lao Cheng's mutterings, he took the hot tea poured by Yun Ye.
"Boy, what are you doing these days? I don't see you looking for ugly cows or playing with tigers. What's the matter with being alone at home? For that 20,000 yuan? If that's the case, I tell you, boy,
You have made a lot of money. Apart from you, have you ever heard that Your Majesty, Your Majesty, has blackmailed anyone else? Twenty thousand! In the eyes of ordinary people, it is money, but in His Majesty’s eyes, it is nothing. If you are really short of money, do you think Your Majesty will not have it?
The local government has to blackmail you to get money? This means that you are not treated as an outsider. You have not seen that the prince’s winnings have been confiscated. Your winnings have been confiscated. The two of us have won more than the prince. Why don’t you see your majesty?
Say something? Where's the wine? Why do you fool me with tea?"
He quickly ordered the wine and food to be served, and invited the two of them to sit on the small kang in the study. Yun Ye sat down to accompany them.
"Uncle Cheng, my nephew hasn't seen the twenty thousand yuan yet. Even if the queen doesn't say anything, I will hand it over automatically. This money is for winning officials. It's easy to hold but hard to digest. If you don't find someone to hold it in your lap, my nephew won't even pay it.
You can't even hold six thousand guan securely. Your Majesty is kind-hearted. You think you're my nephew, don't you know?" Yun Ye rolled his eyes and said angrily: "My nephew is young, he's not a fool, and he can't tell the difference between good and bad?"
Lao Niu laughed loudly, pointed at Lao Cheng and said: "I said that this kid is a human being. He can't see such a small thing clearly? Do you need us to give him some peace of mind? I said you are worrying too much, but I still don't believe it.
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Lao Cheng scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed. At this time, his aunt came to the study in person, carrying the wine and food, placed the wine and food, and went down without even looking up.
"Is your study a forbidden area in your home?" Lao Niu asked while picking up a piece of pork liver with chopsticks?
"Grandma made the decision forcibly, saying that everything here is confidential and family members are not allowed to break in. If the servants come in, they will probably be buried alive."
"Secret? These pictures on the wall?" Lao Cheng drank a glass of Yunfu wine and asked with squinting eyes.
"This is a picture album sent by the supervisor of the Tang Dynasty. It is said to be the best farm tools in the world." Yun Ye was a little unconvinced.
"What do you think?" Lao Niu said seriously.
"Trash!" There is no need to hide it in front of these two people. If it were someone else, two hundred words of praise would be indispensable.
"Pfft!" A sip of wine that Lao Cheng had not yet swallowed flew out and sprayed Lao Niu in the face. Lao Niu seemed unconscious and asked in a low voice, regardless of the drink on his face.
“Do you have any farm tools that are not junk?”
He handed Lao Niu a handkerchief, pulled out a few scrolls from the flower vat on the ground and handed them to Lao Cheng.
"Quyuanli?"
"A plow that can work with just one ox can plow the land deeply and achieve the purpose of intensive farming."
"Columbine? What is this? What is it used for?" Lao Niu also opened one.
"It is said that it was made by Zhao Guo during the Han Dynasty. Why is there none in Guanzhong? A group of rice pails were made by the general in charge of the supervision, and all such important agricultural tools were lost. There is a record in "Zheng Lun" that 667 acres of crops can be sown in one day.
Why is it that no one knows about sharp weapons?"
Lao Niu's eyes almost widened: "You said this good thing that can sow more than 600 acres a day was available as early as the Han Dynasty?"
"That's right, you old man just need to look it up in the "Zheng Lun" written by Cui Shi of the Eastern Han Dynasty." Of course Yun Ye would not tell him that when he visited the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, he was sold tickets to the folk museum next to it. From the commentator's words
I know.
"A bunch of killers can't keep good things. I want to take part in these corpse-like people."
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