"Aren't you afraid that my brother will bite his tongue?"
Zhao Guang chuckled and started to act stupid again.
Feng Yong laughed angrily and pointed at this guy: "That's why you do this because of epilepsy! Do you think I don't know?"
Saying that, he went up and kicked him.
Unexpectedly, this guy was well prepared, and with enough energy, his body only swayed for a moment, and then he stood firm again. On the contrary, Feng Yong was unprepared, and his feet were so shaken that they hurt. He grinned and thought
About to kick him again, he hesitated for a moment and gave up, just giving him a fierce look.
"Who just said that I was hysterical?"
The eyes of several people in the room suddenly fell on Zhao Guang.
Sure enough, young men with two pussy have a lot of fun!
Feng Yong had an urge that he couldn't control his hands. He really wanted to pick something up and hit it.
"You guys, get out first! If anyone else knows about what happened in the house today, don't blame me for killing people and silencing them!" Feng Yong threatened fiercely, and at the same time told Amei, "Go and lock the door.
Come on, don't let anyone else in."
No, if this breath cannot come out, the thoughts will not be clear. If the thoughts are not clear, you must find a way to make them clear.
"Brother, brother, please calm down. I know my mistake. I know my mistake! Just spare me this time!"
When Amei closed the door tightly and only the three brothers were left in the room, Zhao Guang suddenly rushed over and hugged Feng Yong's thigh, crying like a dead ball, begging Feng Yong to forgive him.
Seeing that he and Wang Xun were accepting the fight, Feng Yong let out a long sigh, thinking that my wise life would be ruined by this guy one day as soon as possible.
He kicked Zhao Guang and yelled, "Okay, stop pretending, get up first, I won't do anything to you."
"Brother...don't blame me anymore?"
Zhao Guang raised his head, looking pitiful, like an abandoned kitten. No one else has such acting skills.
It seems that there is a reason why this guy can live such a happy life under Zhao Si's stick education.
They are also doing it for their own good, so Feng Yong will not really blame them.
These two guys are both martial arts practitioners. I don’t know how much strength they used to restrain themselves in desperation just now.
I didn't feel it when I was angry just now, but now that I have calmed down a little, I feel burning pain in several places on my body.
Feeling a little uncomfortable standing, Feng Yong had no choice but to sit down on the chair-like thing in the room, waved and said, "Come here, I have something to tell you."
"Brother, what's the matter?"
Seeing Feng Yong's face looking a little solemn, Zhao Guang and Wang Xun thought something had happened and hurriedly gathered around.
Feng Yong pondered for a moment and said to Zhao Guang: "Erlang, you go to Yang'an Pass tomorrow and talk to General Ma and ask him if there is any way to borrow some craftsmen who are good at carpentry."
"What does brother want the craftsman to do?"
"Make spinning wheels and looms."
The spinning wheel is used to spin linen, silk or wool into thread, and the loom is used to weave thread into cloth.
These two things were standard items for every family in ancient times.
"Isn't that what the people in the camp are doing?"
These days, as long as there are women at home, men will basically do these two things.
The only difference is whether it is done well or not, and whether it is done quickly or not.
Zhao Guang and Li Yi both brought some operas with them. Although their best skill was killing people, they could barely pass the test by temporarily acting as farmers.
Feng Yong shook his head: "The spinning wheel needs to be modified, and I also want to modify the loom later. Without specialized craftsmen, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it."
"The left and right sides are all made of wood. Even if there is no craftsman who can do it well, you can still make it if you do it a few times, right?" Zhao Guang hesitated, "The craftsmen in Yanganguan are all registered. If it happens for no reason,
If someone finds out about coming here, I'm afraid the Prime Minister will blame him."
Where the army is stationed, it is necessary to build a city and repair equipment, so it is natural that there must be craftsmen.
There are only two places in Hanzhong where you can find craftsmen.
One is Nanzheng and the other is Yanganguan.
There is no hope for Wei Yan and Feng Yong in Nanzheng, and I still don’t know if he wants to be a member of the ranch.
But Feng Yong is not in a hurry. This matter mainly depends on Jincheng. As long as the queen is willing, then Adou is willing. As long as Huang Yueying is willing, then Zhuge Yaoyao is willing.
As long as these two people accept it, everything will be fine.
As for Wei Yan, even if he doesn't want him in the end, Feng Yong won't bother to care about him. At most, he will work in Hanzhong, which is not so convenient. It doesn't matter if he spends more troubles. It's a good thing if there is one less person to share the money with.
So now the only place where you can expect to find craftsmen is Yang'an Pass.
"Why is it for no reason?" Feng Yong naturally knew that what Zhao Guang said was true, and rolled his eyes, "Just use my name and say that the Hanzhong Dian Agricultural Officer wants to make some improvements to farm tools.
Let’s see if we can make some preparations for next spring’s plowing, so I want some craftsmen to come over.”
Anyway, in the middle of winter, the army is resting in the city, and the equipment will not be damaged. The craftsmen probably don’t have much work to do, so borrowing it will not delay things, so what are you afraid of?
After hearing Feng Yong's words, Zhao Guang didn't think anything, but Wang Xun opened his mouth. He really didn't expect that being called a young hero by the prime minister and giving so many things to the great man made people feel full of loyalty.
My brother can actually say such things.
Wouldn't this be a betrayal of the prime minister's respect and the court's trust?
What should I do? Do I need to persuade my brother?
Wang Xun only felt a little confused.
Feng Yong didn't notice Wang Xun's conflicting mood, and continued to say to Zhao Guang, "Of course ordinary people can make these spinning wheels and looms. But if I want to make some improvements, I have to be a skilled craftsman, otherwise
You will miss something big."
"Since my brother said so, let me go and give it a try." Zhao Guang nodded and agreed.
As a second-generation official, even if he did not enter the officialdom like his elder brother, he had heard about officialdom, and operating this small matter secretly was considered a basic operation.
"It's not about trying, it's about trying your best!" Feng Yong reminded, "Don't underestimate the improvement of this spinning wheel. If what I expected is not bad, and if Amei's idea is followed, after the modification, this spinning wheel will be better."
It’s three or four times faster than it is now.”
"Three or four times?" When Zhao Guang heard this, he was immediately shocked. Even Wang Xun, who had always blindly believed in Feng Yong, couldn't believe it.
Feng Yong chuckled and didn't explain. He thought it was just a small matter.
The hand-operated spinning wheel uses the left hand to pull the thread, and only one spindle can be hung on the spinning wheel. If both hands are freed, it will be twice as fast at least. On this basis, one or two more yarns can be hung
What's the problem with blooming?
The reason why Feng Yong suddenly succeeded just now was because he remembered the description of the Jenny machine in the book of his previous life, saying that it had a lot more yarn splinters than the previous spinning wheel, and the work efficiency was many times faster than before.
The story of Huang Daopo is even more familiar. It tells the story of changing a hand-operated spinning wheel into a pedal spinning wheel, and changing one spindle into three spindles.
Feng Yong made his estimate based on this story template.
Not to mention Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, no matter who it was, they would definitely not be able to figure out how much Feng Yong would value the little thoughts of just a little maid.
Because only people like Feng Yong, who came from later generations, understand how important every huge improvement in work efficiency will have on an industry.
In the final analysis, isn't the industrial revolution due to the great improvement of work efficiency?
Naturally, Feng Yong did not dare to expect that he would be very successful and create some kind of industrial revolution, but he was still very interested in increasing the output and making money faster.
Naturally, improving the spinning wheel will not go smoothly, and you will always need to keep experimenting.
But to put it bluntly, this improvement is to add a power device to the spinning wheel, and Feng Yong has a specific theoretical model. As long as we follow this direction and do it a few more times, it will be impossible to fail.
Therefore, skilled craftsmen are particularly important, which can greatly shorten the test time.
"Three...three or four times. Doesn't that mean that one spinning wheel is enough to spin the threads needed for a loom?"
Wang Xun had always been very concerned about what his brother was doing, so he also inquired carefully about spinning and weaving.
Today's hand-operated spinning wheels are very slow in producing thread, and only three or four spinning wheels can meet the needs of one loom for weaving.
And how much cloth is woven is related to how much wealth one can get.
In other words, if you can really change it, the money you can get will suddenly increase three or four times?
Zhao Guang jumped up at once, "Brother, there is no need to say anything. If this matter cannot be completed in one day, I will stay in Yang'an Pass for one day. I will kill my uncle to make it happen."
Wang Xun thought, this matter is of great importance, how can I easily persuade my brother just because of a small matter, so as not to miss a big deal? Well, I'll just pretend I didn't hear those words.
Amei listened to her master's words and silently guarded the door, not letting anyone approach.
After closing the door, there were only some vague sounds coming from the back. But from the back, I could only hear Zhao Langjun shouting. I wonder what the master did to Zhao Langjun?
Thinking of what happened in the house just now, Amei was so frightened that she lost her soul. She couldn't help but thought to herself, this Zhao Langjun should really be taught a few more lessons by his master to see if he dares to mess up in the future.
Chew the tongue.
While I was thinking wildly, I heard the door of the house open with a creak, and the three gentlemen inside filed out.
The Lord who was walking in front looked a little sad, holding his waist and walking unsteadily, but Zhao Langjun who was following behind had a happy face and walked briskly.
This scene made Amei a little shocked.
Feng Yong looked at Amei, his eyes full of satisfaction: "Amei, remember to come to my room tonight."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Guang and Wang Xun looked at Amei with a somewhat ambiguous look.
"Brother, this Amei is not bad, she is really good." Zhao Guang leaned over, showed a strange smile, and at the same time gave Amei a thumbs up, "Ms. Amei, you are very good."
Even Wang Xun, who was following behind, looked over with approval, nodded slightly, and said hello to Amei.
At the same time, I was thinking in my mind that my brother is worthy of being a brother, and he is decisive and decisive. Not only is this spinning wheel matter related to the net worth of his brothers, even the prime minister must pay some attention to it. After all, the wool also needs to be used.
When she reached the spinning wheel, her brother immediately took her into the room, thus eliminating any further trouble.
Amei felt that all the blood in her body rushed to her forehead. She was so dizzy that she didn't know what to do. She just responded to Feng Yong mechanically and instinctively: "Yes, I obey the Lord's order."
"Go and boil some hot water for me. It was too messy just now and I'm extremely dirty. I need to take a bath."
Feng Yong didn't notice the strangeness of Amei, but gave Zhao Guang a warning look. This guy was talking nonsense again. Can such a joke be made in front of Amei?
"Yes, my lord."
After listening to Feng Yong's instructions, Amei finally came to her senses, responded again, and then limped away and tried to retreat.
"Wait a minute, what happened to your foot?"
Feng Yong looked at Amei's weird way of walking and asked with some concern.
This girl is a talent that I will carefully cultivate in the future, so nothing can happen to her.
After hearing this, Amei turned around again, glanced at Wang Xun, and said a little bit: "No...it's nothing, it's just that my foot is a little crooked, it's okay."
"Brother, this is the fault of my younger brother. I saw that my elder brother didn't look right just now. My younger brother and my second brother went over... ahem, when I was helping my elder brother, I gave Mrs. Amei a slap. Her hand was a little too strong."
Wang Xun first explained to Feng Yong, and then he bowed his hand to Amei apologetically, "Ms. Amei, I was careless just now in a hurry, I really can't help it."
Anyway, Mrs. Amei will be regarded as her brother's roommate from now on, so it's not a shame to give him a gift.
Looking at Amei, who was a little thin, and then at Wang Xun, Feng Yong finally glared at Zhao Guang fiercely. It was this guy who caused all the trouble!
Zhao Guang was a little confused. Just now, I didn’t seem to have met Amei! Didn’t Zishi say that he was the one who threw Amei out?
Amei didn't expect that Wang Xun would actually salute her. She waved her hand repeatedly, took a few steps back, and returned the salute: "My maid didn't dare. It was my fault that I hindered the two gentlemen."
"Forget it, you go down and rest first. I'll ask others to boil the water later."
In front of the two younger brothers, Feng Yong couldn't show too much concern for a maid, so he had to let her go down to rest first.
In this era, it is a relatively luxurious thing to light candles at night when it gets dark.
But for Feng Yong, no matter how luxurious he is, it is not as important as knowledge and talents.
After a few "tuk-duk" sounds, there was a knock on the door of Feng Yong's room.
"Come in."
Feng Yong was writing and drawing at his desk under the not-so-bright light. He heard a knock on the door and said without raising his head.
He thought of so many things during the day, so Feng Yong naturally wanted to take advantage of the time when his memory was still fresh. Regardless of whether it was useful or useless, he would write down all the things he thought were valuable if he could. Maybe he would be able to do so in the future.
Is there a place for the party?
There was a very light sound at the door, a figure walked in quietly, and closed the door gently.
But after a while, there was no more movement. Feng Yong looked up strangely and saw that Amei was holding something in his arms, his head almost invisible, and he didn't know what he was doing.