The water rushed down the canal, and at first it was a stream of turbid muddy water. It hit the water wheel, and the shaft began to rotate creakingly, and the stone mill mounted on the shaft also started to rotate.
"Move, move!"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the stone mill, and when they saw this situation, there was a commotion of excitement.
"Put the wheat on it and try it."
Feng Yong was equally delighted and quickly ordered.
The wheat that had been prepared long ago was poured into the hole of the stone mill. After a while, the slightly gray flour began to overflow.
"well!"
Feng Yonggang screamed, but unexpectedly the stone mill gradually turned slower and slower, and finally stopped moving after making a few "geek" sounds.
"what happened?"
When Niu Wa saw it, she became anxious and looked down.
"Do you want to die?"
Feng Yong was startled, pulled him back, and shouted sternly, "What did I tell you at the beginning? I told you to pay attention to your safety. If you stick your head in like this, how many of your heads will be twisted?"
"Master's house..."
Niu Wa shrank her neck after being scolded, then looked down unwillingly, snarled, and did not dare to say any more.
The stone mill next to it seemed to be responding to Feng Yong's words, and suddenly began to move "rattling" again.
The corner of Feng Yong's mouth twitched. Isn't this crazy?
Unexpectedly, it only turned around twice and stopped again.
Damn it!
Feng Yong was so angry that he kicked him twice.
Niu Wa scratched his head and walked around the stone mill, sweating profusely. He really didn't expect that after two months of hard work, the thing he made with so much care was so disappointing.
Unfortunately, this thing didn't exist before, and I don't even know what the problem is.
Feng Yong frowned, pondered for a moment, patted the millstone, and said, "Go and ask the superiors to enlarge the water more."
Someone in the crowd immediately ran out.
After a while, a louder sound of water flow came, and the millstone began to rotate again.
"Moved……"
Niu Wa said excitedly, and glanced at Feng Yong with admiration: "I couldn't see the problem with something I made with my own hands, so why could the owner see its faults at a glance?"
Feng Yong looked calm, but he didn't care about the admiration of everyone, "Put the wheat on."
At the same time, I feel a little disdainful. There are three major structures: power structure, transmission structure, and working structure. The working structure is a millstone. What can go wrong with these two stones?
The transmission structure is a straight round wood, so there will be no problems.
The only problem is the power structure.
There is a problem with the power structure, either because there is insufficient power or there is something wrong with the equipment itself.
If there is no way to determine the equipment problem at the moment, then check the power and energy problems first.
Fortunately, this is not an equipment problem, but insufficient water power.
A bag of wheat was ground quickly, more than ten times faster than human power.
The millstone is still rotating with no sign of stopping, which seems normal.
Feng Yong picked up the flour and looked at it. In fact, the flour ground by the stone mill was not fine enough, but why should we eat it so finely in this era?
Not having to eat anti-human food like wheat rice is a huge improvement.
He clapped his hands, then smiled and said, "It's done."
Everyone, who had been watching carefully and holding their breath for fear of further problems, cheered again.
"Everyone has worked hard these days. This water mill has been made, and everyone has contributed. Tonight I asked the canteen to add more food for everyone, and give everyone a reward. The meat cakes are enough."
Then the cheers became even louder.
Feng Yong turned his head and said to Niu Wa, "In the past two days, you continue to test this water mill. See how much water should be put into the canal."
If the grinding disc rotates too fast, the grinding will not be fine enough.
The rotation is too slow and the efficiency is not high.
"Find out the most suitable water flow, write it down when the time comes, and follow this approach in the future."
After working for a long time, seeing that lunch time was almost over, Feng Yong ordered, "Hang up this millstone and put it away. You have something to eat first, and Niuwa stays."
In Yuexi, for the Yi people, it is difficult to guarantee two meals a day. It is normal to be hungry and full.
Feng Yong's arrival allowed them to eat twice a day and be full, which made them extremely grateful.
Nanxiang is the only place where eating three meals a day has become the norm.
For these craftsmen, their lunch is actually steamed buns and hot soup, and at most they order pickles to eat with them. This is the best treatment they can enjoy in Yuexi, which makes others envious.
After everyone had gone out, Feng Yong took out a notebook and Tan Xiao, sighed and said, "You tell me, I'll write and tell me in detail how to build this water mill and how to install it."
Niu Wa smiled sheepishly, came over and started to explain to Feng Yong.
Although basic education is promoted in Nanxiang, there are still too few talents available.
It is already rare to have a team of people to handle various matters for you.
As for analyzing information, summarizing it in writing, and making decisions, you still have to rely on yourself.
Just like the simplest water mill now, Feng Yong still needs to do it himself, draw parts diagrams, write down the production process, etc.
"If you could study with more care, I wouldn't have to do such a small thing myself."
Feng Yong took a charcoal pencil and drew a water-milled perspective drawing along the ruler made of wood chips while chattering.
Niu Wa didn't say anything. He stared straight at what his master had drawn without blinking. He felt that the pen in his master's hand was really magical.
The structure of the water mill is clear at a glance, plus the various parts and installation procedures are drawn next to it. As long as someone can get these pages, they can make a water mill according to the pictures above.
After all, he personally tinkered and improved the water turbine, the main component of the water mill, so Feng Yong still knew the water mill very well. He started writing and drawing and completed it quickly.
Although the perspective drawing is not standard, it can barely be seen.
Once again, I would like to thank "Linear Algebra", "Cartography", "Analytical Geometry" and other university subjects. They have made many people almost go crazy learning them in the past.
Although Feng Yong didn't go crazy, it was still difficult, and he always felt that it was useless to learn. Now he finally knows that he was wrong.
Damn it, you all look down on handicrafts, but I am going to do the opposite. Not only do I want to write it down, I also want to print it out.
I picked it up and looked at it carefully. I was about to check if there was anything missing, but unexpectedly the light suddenly dimmed.
"What are you doing? Get out of the way. Didn't you see that I was writing something?"
Feng Yong thought it was Niu Wa coming over to take a look, so he pushed impatiently.
"The prince is so elegant that he can study in a place like this."
Feng Yong was shocked, why didn't this voice belong to Niu Wa?
Turning around, he saw a handsome middle-aged man standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.
"Oh! When did Jiang Canjun come? You were so rude just now."
Jiang Wan's appearance here was really surprising, and Feng Yong quickly said hello.
"I just arrived in Yuexun, but I didn't see the prince. I heard someone said that Yuexun is newly settled and busy with everything, so the prince has no time, so I thought of coming over to take a look."
Jiang Wan looked at the mill, and his eyes were drawn to the millstone that was still spinning. He was a little surprised and walked over, tentatively reaching out and touching it to make sure that his eyes were not blurry.
He circled the millstone twice, and finally raised his head in disbelief and looked at Feng Yong in horror, "Is this a millstone made by a prince?"
"It's a millstone, but it wasn't made by me. It was made by my subordinates. I just came up with an idea. In fact, it is mainly due to me as a banker."
Feng Yong pointed at Niu Wa.
Jiang Wan glanced at Niu Wa, nodded slightly, and then looked at Feng Yong, "Why do you need to be humble? You are good at making camp utensils, and Wan has seen this in Nanxiang."
As he spoke, he stretched his neck desperately and looked along the axis, as if he wanted to see clearly what was below, making people worry that he would accidentally fall.
Fortunately, Jiang Wan's safety awareness was higher than that of Niu Wa, so he didn't intend to stick his head inside. He only heard him praise, "The Book of Changes says: the same goal leads to different paths, and the same goal leads to hundreds of worries. I have seen it today.
.Is this millstone similar to that water mill?"
"It's really similar."
"Can you tell me how Wan Yiguan works?"
Jiang Wan looked at Feng Yong longingly like a child seeing his beloved toy.
"What's so difficult about this? Just put down the millstone on the hanger. Come on, put down the millstone above."
Feng Yong directed Niu Wa, and then poured the wheat himself.
Seeing the flour continuously overflowing, Jiang Wan's face was full of joy, "With this thing, you won't have to work hard to grind wheat in the future. Lord, I wonder what this thing is called?"
"The water mill is the same as the water mill. It is ground with water, so it is called a water mill."
"Okay, I wonder how difficult it is to build this water mill? Can the common people use it?"
In recent years, although the imperial court has vigorously promoted wheat cultivation, a considerable part of the cultivated land has been able to grow grains for one season. This is why the Han Dynasty has an abundance of food today.
However, nine out of ten flours were consumed by the imperial court and aristocratic families.
It's good if ordinary people can have enough to eat. How can they have the opportunity to grind flour to make steamed buns?
"It's almost the same as a water bucket. If ordinary people want to build it, it will be difficult, and non-big households can't build it. If the common people want to use it, it's not impossible. That is to gather the efforts of a village and cooperate to build it. Then everyone can
Take turns."
When it comes to grinding flour, I used to watch TV movies or read some literary works, and I know that until liberation, in many places the whole village worked together to build a water mill, and everyone lined up to take turns using it.
Of course, there are also wealthy families who build one themselves, while poor families borrow it and pay rent and so on.
People who have livestock at home use oxen and donkeys to grind mills in their own yards.
There are some extremely vicious landlords who are extremely crazed. Those who care about livestock directly let long-term workers work hard, thus accumulating a lot of class contradictions...
"I didn't expect that the monarch was so considerate of the people and even thought of such a method."
Jiang Wan praised him repeatedly.
Feng Yong looked sideways: It tastes disgusting, very disgusting! Jiang Wan is afraid that he will keep this crafting method and not spread it to the world, so he is flattering himself like this. Am I such a money-minded person?
Feng Yong naturally didn't want to make money with this thing.
After all, the structures of water mills and water mills are similar. Others can build them after a few glances and careful consideration. After all, many inventions in this world are actually separated by a thin layer of paper.
Even if Feng Yong hides it, the water mill made by others will at best have a backward turbine structure and cannot be as efficient as the improved one.
"Jiang Canjun, you must be tired after coming all the way. Why don't you take a good rest first? Is there something wrong with you coming to me so eagerly?"
Meng Yan is a very incompetent prefect!
Why don't you entertain the people sent by the Prime Minister? Moreover, when Jiang Wan came over, he didn't follow him. It was really rude. Could it be that he didn't want to do it anymore?
When Jiang Wan heard this, he was horrified. Then he remembered that he had important things to do, and said to himself, "I almost ruined the big thing." Then he quickly said, "Wan is following the order of the Prime Minister this time. He has something to tell the prince, so
That’s why I came over anxiously to find Junhouer.”
The old demon Zhuge specially sent Jiang Wan to find him?
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat. Can he talk properly? I wonder if I have a shadow on the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty?
"Prime Minister... Prime Minister, there is something you want to tell me?"
Feng Tubiao felt a little inexplicably nervous. Are you planning to come and steal my wool and eat the big ones?
Jiang Wan looked at Niu Wa.
"You go out first."
Feng Yong understood and told Niu Wa.
Then he walked to the door and said to Bu Qu who was guarding the door, "No one is allowed to come closer than ten feet."
Then he turned back and asked, "I wonder if the Prime Minister has anything to tell Yu Yong?"
"Cao Pi is dead."
"Cao Pi? Which Cao Pi?"
Feng Yong didn't react for a moment.
I have lived a prosperous life in Dahan for these years. I have a house, land, and a lovely wife. I also have several listed companies with great profits. I cooperate with the emperor and queen at the top, and work with a bunch of brothers who call me brother.
In partnership, who the hell cares about the outside world?
"That's Cao Pi, who compiled the Han Dynasty and established independence."
"That Cao Pi?"
Feng Yong screamed.
"right."
Jiang Wan stared at Feng Yong closely.
After Feng Yong screamed in surprise, his expression turned gloomy and clear, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he sighed, "I died too early."
"What do you mean by your words?"
Jiang Wan's expression changed and he asked quickly.
"It would be great if I die two years later. If not, I can just die one year later."
Feng Yong seemed to be muttering to himself, and seemed to be explaining to Jiang Wan, "If this is the case, the Northern Expedition of the Han Dynasty will be easy to capture. When the time comes, let alone Longyou, it will be Guanzhong. No matter what, we can go down with the trend."
Jiang Wan was suddenly shocked!
This son is actually the only person who can think of being with the Prime Minister!
"It's a pity, it's a pity. The Han Dynasty has a weak foundation. Now that it has just defeated Nanzhong, it has to wait for a year before it can use weapons again. It is a missed opportunity."
Feng Yong felt really sorry, what a great opportunity!
If there had not been a rebellion between South and Central, the Han Dynasty, after three years of rest, would have taken this opportunity to join forces with Soochow and launch a sudden northern expedition. Cao Wei would have been in turmoil within the country, and would have faced a pincer attack from Han and Wu. It would have been difficult to say the least.
The big man has captured Longyou, so he might as well try to take advantage of the situation and attack Guanzhong.
Even if you can't defeat Guanzhong, you can at least buy a lot of time to digest Longyou.
Feng Yong said this, but Jiang Wan became more and more horrified as he listened.
When the news of Cao Pi's death came, everyone in the Han Dynasty was happy and encouraged. Only the Prime Minister looked pale and lamented that God had not blessed the Han Dynasty.
Unexpectedly, after hearing the news, this person would immediately think of this joint.
Just for this point alone, this son surpasses all the other officials in the court!
The more Feng Yong thought about it, the more regretful he became. He let out a "tsk" sound and shook his head.
"Now the people of Cao Wei must be in turmoil. The Han Dynasty missed the opportunity of the Northern Expedition. Is there any way for the princes to make up for it?"
Jiang Wan asked respectfully with admiration on his face.
Feng Yong raised his head and saw Jiang Wan's appearance. He was startled at the moment, "Why does Jiang Junjun look like this?"
"If you hear the words of a wise man, you should listen respectfully."
"Who is the wise man?"
Feng Yong looked around, then shamelessly pointed at himself and looked at Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan nodded, with a stern look on his face, and asked again, "Wan respectfully asks the Lord, is there any remedy for this?"
Seeing Jiang Wan's appearance, Feng Yong was shocked and couldn't help but become serious, "Is this a question from the prime minister or from Jiang joining the army?"
"The princes and princes were dealing with the Prime Minister in the south. They once talked about the Northern Expedition, so the Prime Minister sent Wan to ask about it. This is also Wan's question."