Feng Yong finally couldn't control his legs, kicked him over, and cursed: "Go, go, go! Can a piece of paper be used as a family heirloom? Give it to you, give it all to you, if you don't let me make the things you made,
Satisfied, let’s see how I deal with you!”
Ding Er was kicked, but he became more natural. After listening to Feng Yong's words, he quickly put the paper into his arms, gave another big salute, and ran away with a smile.
The butler on the side finally couldn't help but laugh, pointed at the old man Ding who ran away, laughed at Feng Yong, and said: "It's because Ding Er took advantage of the master, and he is a good thing that has been stained with culture, so let's give it to him like this."
He's gone. I'm afraid this guy's waist will be stiffer than others when he goes back."
The picture above is the real treasure, okay? What good is a piece of paper? Forget it, in fact, paper is a very rare thing these days, and Feng Yong once again felt powerless. Well, the artifact has not been born to show its power.
In the past, how could the world know how precious the drawings of artifacts were?
"Oops, I'm so angry!" Feng Yong slapped his head. There was also a drawing of an iron pot and a stove in his arms. He originally wanted to ask Old Man Ding if he could make an iron pot after explaining the Qu Yuanli.
Now that I was interrupted, I forgot about it. I reached into my arms, took out another piece of paper, handed it to the housekeeper, and said, "I have to trouble Uncle Zhao to go over and build a new stove for the house. Just press
Above, and then build an iron pot like this. I have my own use for it."
I have wanted to make an iron pot for a long time, but I have never had the chance. Now I am taking advantage of the opportunity to renovate the Quyuan plow and make it together.
"Iron?" The steward looked at the drawings for a while, "But I don't know how big the master wants to build it."
"It's not big, just like this. It's smaller than a millstone." Feng Yong gestured to the housekeeper and made an arc with his hand, "Pay attention to smoothing both the inside and the outside. Do you understand what smooth means? That's it.
,so……"
This time it was the butler's turn to have a toothache, and he gasped: "My lord, I'm afraid it will cost a lot! And I have to go to the city to do it, so I'm afraid there won't be much silk left at home to buy chickens."
The housekeeper doesn't feel sorry for Silk Silk. The thinking these days is that food is the foundation, and the Feng family has not yet been able to save money.
"You can buy fewer chickens. If you can't raise three hundred, then raise a hundred. There will be more later. But this thing can't be delayed any longer. For me, I would rather not raise chickens, but this thing
It’s essential.”
The housekeeper nodded, "Listening to what the Lord said, it seems that this item is extremely important. I will arrange it as soon as possible."
"That's because this thing can't be made, and eating meat is tasteless!"
Most of the current cooking methods are boiling, which means putting the food in a clay pot, boiling it with water, and boiling it into a paste. At most, you can add some ingredients and serve it on the table. If you have the conditions at home, you can eat meat.
, you can also roast it, sprinkle some salt after roasting, the key is that most people can't eat meat. The last step is frying, for example, frying the cabbage, take a clay pot, put it on the fire and roast it, then put the cabbage on top and fry it
Serve as soon as the water is done, even the ingredients are omitted.
Now that conditions have finally changed, Feng Yong simply can’t wait.
Ding Er's work ability was good and very efficient. At noon on the third day, he rushed to Feng Yong who was fishing with the finished plow.
"Alas! Stop, stop, stop, what are you doing? You scared all the fish away." Feng Yong was startled, stood up and yelled at Ding Er.
"Plow..." Ding Er's clumsy talk made people want to kick him. He pointed at the plow on the ground, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "It's done, please take a look at it."
look."
So fast? Of course Feng Yong saw the plow, but he still found it unbelievable. He looked at Ding Er's eyes, which were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and then he realized. It seemed that this guy started working immediately as soon as he got back. He probably stayed up late to catch up.
He came out as an activist. But even so, in Feng Yong's opinion, the speed is a bit fast?
The housekeeper who was following behind arrived panting at this time, and then he bent over while holding on to the willow tree next to him, gasping for air and unable to speak for a while.
Feng Yong bent down and looked at the first curved shaft plow in the history of the world. Well, it was good. The carpenter's skills were pretty good. It was made entirely of wood. Although the plow was divided into several parts and then put together again, when Feng Yong held it
I shook the plow handle vigorously, but I felt that all the parts were cleverly and tightly connected together. The whole curved shaft plow gave people a feeling of being integrated. Of course, it was not as good as the all-iron construction of later generations, but it could be done like this.
, which is pretty good.
"Why isn't this plowshare framed with iron sheets?" Feng Yong suddenly pointed at the plowshare and asked.
"Master, in a small family with a small door, it's all thanks to the Master that we can have enough food to eat, but you still want iron? That's all, Ding Er and his three children worked together for two nights to drive them out.
. In a hurry, it is reasonable to make the master dissatisfied, that is, let the master take a look and see where there is still need to be modified." The butler finally regained his breath and hurriedly explained beside him.
Feng Yong smashed his mouth and felt embarrassed again. He still couldn't get rid of his previous thinking. Farmers who have been working in the farmland all their lives would rarely see a few pieces of iron. It turned out that there were three sons in the family to help. No wonder
It can be made in two days.
"Well, Uncle Zhao, aren't our family going to the city to make iron pots? Ask Ding Er to make a plowshare based on this. Then we will take the plowshare to the city and ask the blacksmith to make an iron plate and set it on it.
"
The ground must be plowed deeply in order to harvest more grain. Without an iron plowshare, how can deep plowing be achieved?
"Old servant knows." Butler Zhao responded, turned around and kicked Ding Er, "Why are you still standing there? You didn't hear what the master said, go and make another plowshare."
Ding Er was kicked, but he giggled, glanced at the housekeeper gratefully, saluted Feng Yong, and turned around to leave with Qu Yuuli on his shoulders.
"Wait a minute," Feng Yong suddenly thought of something, "all three of your sons helped with this plow?"
"Back to the master's house, yes." Ding Er replied with a blank look on his face.
"How many children are there in your family? How old are they?"
"Three boys and one girl. The eldest is fourteen, and the girl is the youngest, just ten years old this year. The oldest is twenty-three and the youngest is thirty-two."
"Well, forget it, boss. Among the remaining children, choose a smarter one and send them to the house to work. They can be boys or girls. The house is short of manpower recently."
It seems that Chouji and his wife are quite capable. They gave birth to three boys in three consecutive years.
"Ah?" Chong Er was confused again.
"Ah what?" The butler looked on and kicked him again, "Why don't you thank the master quickly? It's such a great thing!"
The butler's feet were quite strong, and he kicked Ding Er staggering with one strong kick.
Only then did Ding Er react, threw the plow away, and hurriedly threw himself down and kowtowed in front of Feng Yong.
"Stop!" Feng Yong stepped aside and said, "I don't want to kowtow anymore."
Ding Er immediately got up quickly.
The quality of this wooden plow is really good. Feng Yong ignored Ding Er who was so excited that he was about to twist his body into a knot. He stood up the wooden plow and looked at it carefully. Just now, Ding Er suddenly threw the wooden plow on his shoulder to the ground. Feng Yong
I was still worried that it would fall apart, but now it seems that it is still strong and has no loose parts. It seems that the craftsmanship of Chouji's family is really good.
"Not bad." Feng Yong let go of the wooden plow, clapped his hands, and said to Ding Er, "Just keep it like this and make another one soon." He turned to the housekeeper and said, "Uncle Zhao, one iron plowshare is not enough, so I'd better make one.
Just two."
Originally I just wanted to make one first to see if it could be used, but now I didn't expect that in addition to not having the weight of later generations, this wooden curved shaft plow is not too different from later generations in appearance, and the quality is passable - at least it is not as good as later generations.
Compared with the deep-ploughing straight-shaft plow, this one can definitely plow the ground deeper. If the family has two oxen, it is natural to make two. It doesn’t cost much to make an extra iron plowshare.
As for why Ding Er is asked to let a child come to work in the house, this is naturally because Feng Yong is preparing for the big business of raising chickens. Although it is said that he will buy chickens after the summer planting, it does not mean that he should not do it in advance now.
Prepare. Anyway, there are so many children in Chouji's family, so it doesn't matter if one less person helps.