When he returned home for dinner that day, Jing suddenly stood up and said that he wanted to learn to read. As soon as he said this, the whole family stopped eating chopsticks and looked at Jing in surprise.
In the early years, Zhong and Heifu, because their families had titles and some savings, followed Yan Zheng in the banquet, and Lu Ying learned Braille in the sunset. When Jing was ten years old, due to various changes, the family became poor again.
, his education was delayed. Jingye had an out-of-character personality, bragging and hanging out with the young people in the neighborhood all day long, without a formal appearance, which made his mother very distressed. Now that he suddenly changed his gender, his family was a little surprised.
The mother looked at Hei Fu and asked if he was the one who dissuaded her. Hei Fu smiled and said, "Mom, it's because I was scared that I grew up and became sensible."
Next, Heifu told him about his plan to let Jing go to school to become a disciple after he officially became an official. Of course, he only concealed the part that he did this to let Jing avoid military service...
After learning about this, the family members were even more happy. The future of the disciples in the school was much better than that of ordinary young scholars. The mother looked at her three sons with joy and began to wipe her tears again.
"Your father was the most distressed when he was alive. It would be great if he could see that he had a good future."
The three brothers coaxed and persuaded their mother to stop thinking about her old friend.
Then it was decided that this winter, Hei Fu would first learn some basic literacy at home. After the busy work of spring plowing and farming was over, he would go to the countryside and ask Yan Zhang's second son to teach him. Anyway, Hei Fu still had more than two thousand dollars in savings, which was enough to deliver the money.
The repair money is gone.
"By this time next year, I can almost send you to the county school to become a disciple."
Shocked, he agreed, and since there was no farm work, he followed Heifu the next day and began the arduous journey of literacy.
Of course, the literacy textbook cannot be the Three Character Classic that appeared in a Chu-Han costume drama. It was only available in the Song Dynasty. The "Shi Zhou Pian" used by the Central Plains aristocrats to learn literacy was not available in their remote country, so Heifu could only use it.
The eight laws copied back from Yan's house were used as teaching materials, and he picked out simple words and taught them to his younger brother.
"Father, mother, husband, wife, brother, brother, son, daughter, you should first become familiar with these words today..."
He assigned Jing a daily homework and asked him to scratch his head and behind his ears alone. Hei Fu ran to the relatively quiet well at home, sat on the edge of the well, and began to recite the eight chapters softly under the skylight and cloud shadows.
Chapter regulations.
"The stolen loot is worth more than 660 qian, and if it is tattooed, it will be pounded by Chengdan. If it is worth 660 to 220 qian, it will be pounded by Chengdan. If it is not more than 220 to 110 qian, it will be made into a concubine.
If there is not a surplus of one hundred and ten qian to twenty-two qian, the fine will be 4 taels. If the profit is not between 22 qian and 1 qian, the fine will be one tael..."
After reading this, Heifu put down the bamboo slips and sighed: "It turns out that in the Qin State, stealing one coin is considered theft, and the amount of money stolen also involves the severity of the sentence. Anyone who steals more than one hundred and ten coins will be a prisoner.
, a slave, so strict, who dares to commit petty theft..."
"Thieves who steal five or more people and attack the thieves are called a group of thieves..."
After a while, when he memorized this section, Heifu couldn't help but patted his thigh in annoyance, and said regretfully: "What a shame, if I had captured a group of thieves that time, my reward would have been several times higher."
For a moment, Heifu seemed to have returned to the situation in his previous life when he was taking the exam for the county police station's staff after graduation. However, at that time, he was taking the exam to be a junior police officer, but now he is the police station chief...
These eight laws were equivalent to the key points that Yan Zheng had marked for him before the exam. There were no shortcuts and he could only memorize them vigorously. When he had spent the whole morning and had almost mastered the "Stealing Laws", there was a rumor in the courtyard.
There came a heartfelt cry.
"Brother Zhong, your sister-in-law is here and said that the treadmill you wanted to build has been finished!"
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A moment later, with the busy work of several men, a "stepping pestle" was installed in the backyard of Heifu's house and placed next to the pestle and mortar originally used for pounding rice.
But I saw that it looked very similar to what Heifu described that day. It was a tool made of wood and stone. It had two square plates as the truss stand, and a crossbeam in the middle to set up a long truss rod with the head of the truss rod.
There is a stone hammer installed at the bottom, and the hammer is facing a newly made stone mortar... At first glance, it looks like a seesaw.
"Brother Zhong, what you asked your sister-in-law to do is just such a thing..."
He came over to look at it curiously, and said disapprovingly: "I thought it was something novel, but it looks ordinary."
"You will know its benefits later."
Heifu checked it over, stepped on it and tried it, then he picked up the pottery bucket and poured the rice inside into the stone mortar under the bucket. He then took another bucket of rice handed over by his sister-in-law and poured it in.
In the pestle and mortar originally used for pounding rice.
Then, he picked up the wooden pestle and said to Jing: "Jing, come here and let us compete to see who can pound more rice in the same time."
"Brother Zhong, stop joking."
Shocked, he shook his head repeatedly, raised his thin arms and said, "You are naturally strong, but I am so skinny, I definitely don't have as much rice as you."
But Hei Fu didn't let him go: "You use the treadmill, I use the pestle and mortar, let's compete! Brother, help us count the quantities."
Jing then reluctantly came over and stood next to the treadmill. Heifu taught him to try it a few times, and then the two of them started pounding rice separately...
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
In the backyard of their home, the sound of pounding rice could be heard one after another, causing Yang Heyue who was playing in the front yard to run over and curiously watch Zhongfu and his uncle competing here.
But I saw Heifu holding a wooden pestle, raising it high, and then dropped it heavily into the stone mortar. From time to time, rice splashed out. At first, he pounded it very quickly, but after repeating this for a quarter of an hour, he started to sweat...
But Jing seemed to be much more relaxed. He only needed to step on the wooden pole at the end of the tiller to drive the tiller head up. He then raised his leg to reduce the force, so that the unbalanced and falling tiller head would hit the stone.
In the mortar, it rises and falls repeatedly.
Zhong was pulling the millet for his two younger brothers. Whenever the rice in the mortar slowly peeled off its shell and turned white, and it had already been pounded to the level of brown rice, Zhong would scoop it out and put in a batch of dry rice.
At first, the two of them pounded about the same amount of grain, but gradually, the sound of pounding rice on Heifu's side slowed down, and the rhythm became slower and slower. He was a little tired.
As for Jing, although the strength may not be as strong as the wooden pestle at first, it is more durable. If he gets tired, he can change his foot and continue pounding, so the rhythm has not changed much.
So after more than half an hour passed, when Hei Fu's hands were soft and could no longer pound, he was surprised to be able to change his feet and continue...
"How?" Heifu put down the heavy wooden pestle in his hand. He felt as if his hands were no longer his own, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He was surprised that apart from his feet being numb and his waist a little sore, his face was not red and he was not out of breath.
Zhong nodded at the rice that the two of them had pounded in the past half hour and said: "Hei Fu has pounded 4 bushels of millet, and he has pounded 5 bushels of millet..."
"I actually fucked more than Brother Zhong?"
I looked at this result with some disbelief.
But Hei Fu burst out laughing: "Sure enough, compared with the wooden pestle, using a treadmill to pound rice is less tiring. You can keep pounding rice. When I get tired of pounding and can't move, you will naturally get more. The treadmill
It is indeed more efficient than a pestle and mortar. There is such a huge difference in physique between you and me, but we are still better than Dodo. It will be even more obvious if two women of about the same height and strength are doing it."
The biggest difference between humans and animals is that they can use tools and constantly improve them. This is how productivity is improved bit by bit. It's just that Heifu asked farmers to do what it took them hundreds of years to achieve in one day.
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A false horse can travel a thousand miles without benefiting from it; a false boat can run a thousand miles without being able to run water. A gentleman is born without exception, and he is good at false things. This is the truth. With a treadmill, a person will be thin and weak.
A young man can also chop out rations for more than ten people, and his efficiency is not inferior to that of an eight-foot-long man.
Heifu threw the wooden pestle aside, patted it and said in surprise: "Now do you believe it? Are you still saying that this thing is useless?"
"This thing is really useful!" Jing was completely convinced now.
At this time, my mother and sister-in-law also came over and looked at the treadle in wonder.
My sister-in-law Kui tried her hand at the treadmill and showed a rare smile. She said that if she could use this thing to pound rice in the future, she would be able to pound the family's rations every day, which would save a lot of time! The key is that it is not easy to get tired.
During the busy farming season, even the six-year-old Yang could grind out brown rice while sitting on the wooden pole of the mill...
The mother sighed and said: "If this thing had been available in the early years, the old woman's arms would not have suffered from defects..."
The family members couldn't put it down for a while. Everyone wanted to go up and try it. At the same time, they were full of praise for Heifu's idea.
However, Heifu gave the credit to Citron: "My sister-in-law is so skilled at craftsmanship. He made exactly what I wanted! It's amazing!"
Citron smiled honestly, and Hei Fu took the opportunity to invite him: "I went to serve in the army during the first day of the year, and my family couldn't get together for the Chinese New Year. Tomorrow is the winter solstice, so we have to have a meal together anyway. My sister-in-law tomorrow, ah
Come here, sisters."
After Citron agreed to this matter, Heifu patted the treadmill again and thought proudly: "Everything is ready, and the east wind is coming. With this pounding tool, I can make that thing."
When he thought about the good food he could eat soon, he was so happy that he picked up his nephew and niece who were watching the fun next to him, one by one, and kissed each of the two little brats on the face.
He smiled and said, "Tomorrow, you can follow Father Zhong and have a feast!"