Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 532

Chapter 532 Question Policy

The flowing water rushed down the canal. At first, it was a cloud of muddy water. When it hit the water wheel, the rotating shaft began to rotate, and the stone mill installed on the rotating shaft also started to rotate.

"Move, move!"

Everyone fixed their eyes on the stone mill, and seeing this situation, there was a burst of excitement.

"Put the wheat on it and try."

Feng Yong was equally delighted, and hurriedly ordered.

The wheat that had been prepared earlier was poured into the entrance hole of the stone mill, and after a while, the slightly gray flour began to overflow.

"well!"

Feng Yonggang yelled, but the stone mill gradually turned slower and slower, and finally made a few "clicks" before it stopped moving.

"what happened?"

Niuwa became anxious when he saw it, so he was about to look down.

"Don't die?"

Feng Yong was taken aback, pulled him back, and shouted sharply, "What did I tell you at the beginning? I told you to pay attention to safety. If you go down like this, how many heads will be twisted?"

"Master..."

Niuwa shrank her neck from being scolded, looked down unwillingly, and murmured, not daring to speak again.

The stone mill next to it seemed to be responding to Feng Yong's words, and suddenly began to "crack" again.

The corner of Feng Yong's mouth twitched, has this **** **** up?

Unexpectedly, it only turned twice and then stopped again.

Damn it!

Feng Yong kicked twice in anger.

Niuwa scratched his ears and turned around the stone mill, sweating profusely from anxiety. He really didn't expect that after two months of hard work, the things he made carefully were so unsatisfactory.

But this thing didn't exist before, and I don't even know where the problem is.

Feng Yong frowned, pondered for a moment, patted the millstone, and said, "Go, ask the higher-ups to enlarge the water."

Someone in the crowd ran out immediately.

After a while, there was a louder sound of water flowing, and the millstone started turning again.

"Moved…"

Niuwa said excitedly, and glanced at Feng Yong with admiration: I couldn't see the problem with the things I made with my own hands, so why can the owner see it at a glance?

Feng Yong's face was calm, but he didn't care about everyone's admiring eyes, "Put the wheat on it."

At the same time, I feel a little disdainful. The three major structures: power structure, transmission structure, and working structure. The working structure is a millstone. What can go wrong with such two stones?

The transmission structure is a straight log, so there will be no problems.

The only problem is the power structure.

There is a problem with the power structure, either due to insufficient power, or a problem with the equipment itself.

There is no way to determine the equipment problem for the time being, so first check the power energy problem.

Fortunately, this is not a problem with equipment, but with insufficient hydraulic power.

A sack of wheat was quickly ground, more than ten times faster than manpower.

The grinding disc is still turning, and there is no sign of stopping, which seems normal.

Feng Yong picked up the flour and looked at it. In fact, the flour made by the stone mill is not fine enough, but as long as it is so fine in this era, why?

It is a huge improvement not to eat anti-human food like wheat rice.

He clapped his hands, and then smiled, "It's done."

The crowd who had been watching carefully and holding their breath, fearing that there would be another problem, cheered again.

"Everyone has worked hard these days. This water mill is made, and everyone is credited. Tonight, I will ask the cafeteria to add food to everyone. I will reward everyone. Meatloaf is enough."

So the cheers grew louder.

Feng Yong turned his head and said to Niu Wa, "In the past two days, you continue to try this water mill. See how much water should be put in this canal."

If the grinding disc turns 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 do it accordingly in the future."

After working for a long time, seeing that the time for lunch was almost over, Feng Yong ordered, "Hang up this millstone and put it away. You guys have something to eat first, and the baby boy will stay here."

In Yuejuan, for the Yi people, it is difficult to guarantee two meals a day, and it is normal to eat a meal when they are hungry.

Feng Yong's arrival allowed them to eat twice a day and still be full, which made them extremely grateful.

The only place where three meals a day has become the norm is Nanxiang.

For these craftsmen, their lunch is actually steamed buns and heated soup, and at most they can order preserved vegetables to eat with them.

After everyone went out, Feng Yong took out a notebook and smiled with charcoal, and sighed, "You tell me, I'll write, and tell me in detail how to build this water mill and how to install it."

Niuwa smiled embarrassedly, leaned over and began to explain to Feng Yong.

Although basic education is promoted in Nanxiang, there are still too few talents available.

It is already rare to gather a group of teams to handle various affairs for themselves.

As for analyzing information, summarizing it into a document, and making decisions, you still have to rely on yourself.

Just like the simplest water mill, Feng Yong still needs to personally draw the parts diagram, write the production process, etc.

"If you can put your heart into reading, I won't have to do such trivial things myself."

Feng Yong took a charcoal pencil and drew a perspective view of the water mill along the ruler made of wood chips, chattering.

Niuwa didn't speak, he stared straight, and looked at the things drawn by the master without blinking, thinking that the pen in the master's hand was really miraculous.

The structure of the water mill is clear at a glance, plus the various parts and installation process drawn next to it, as long as someone can get these pages, a water mill can be made according to the above diagram.

After all, he personally improved the water turbine, the most important part of the water mill, so Feng Yong still knows the water mill very well, so he wrote and drew and finished it soon.

Although the perspective drawing is not standard, it can barely be seen.

Once again, thanks to the various university subjects such as "Linear Algebra", "Cartography", and "Analytic Geometry". Before, they made many people almost go crazy and go crazy.

Although Feng Yong didn't go crazy, he still struggled, and he always felt that learning was useless, and now he finally realized that he was wrong.

Damn it, you all look down on handicrafts, but I want to do the opposite. I not only have to write it down, but also print it out.

I picked it up and looked at it carefully. I was about to check if there was anything missing, but the light suddenly dimmed.

"What are you doing? Step aside, don't you see that I'm writing?"

Feng Yong thought it was Niu Wa who came over to look at it, so he pushed it impatiently.

"Your Majesty is really very elegant, to be able to study in such a place."

Feng Yong was startled, how could this voice not belong to Niuwa?

Turning his head to look, he saw a handsome middle-aged man standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"Oh! When did Jiang Canjun come? I was really rude just now."

Jiang Wan's appearance here was really surprising, and Feng Yong hurriedly greeted him.

"Someone just arrived in Yuexi, and didn't see Junhou. He heard people say that Yuejuan was newly settled. Everything was busy, and Junhou had no time, so I thought of coming to see it."

Jiang Wan took a look at the mill, and was a little surprised by the millstone that was still turning non-stop. He walked over and tentatively reached out to touch it to make sure that his eyes were not dazzled.

I saw him circle the millstone twice, and finally raised his head in disbelief, and looked at Feng Yong in horror, "Is this the millstone made by Junhou?"

"It's a mill, but I didn't make it, it was made by the people under my hand. I just came up with an idea. In fact, it's mainly due to me, the farmer."

Feng Yong pointed to Niu Wa.

Jiang Wan glanced at Niu Wa, nodded slightly, and then looked at Feng Yong again, "Why should you be humble, Junhou? Junhou is good at making camp utensils, and it's not like Wan has never seen it in Nanxiang."

As he spoke, he stretched his neck desperately and looked down the rotating shaft, as if he wanted to see what was going on below, which made people worry that he might accidentally fall down.

Fortunately, Jiang Wan's safety awareness is higher than Niu Wa's, and he didn't intend to poke his head into it, but heard him praise, "There is a saying in the Book of Changes: same destination but different routes, unanimity but many worries, I have seen it today." .This millstone is similar to that water pestle?"

"Really similar."

"Can you let Wan see how it works?"

Jiang Wan looked at Feng Yong longingly like a child seeing a favorite toy.

"Why is it so difficult? Just put the millstone on this hanger down. Come on, put the millstone up there."

Feng Yong directed Niu Wa, and then poured the wheat onto it himself.

Watching the flour continuously overflowing, Jiang Wan's face was full of joy, "With this thing, you don't need to work hard to grind wheat in the future. My lord, what is the name of this thing?"

"The water mill, like the water mill, is made of 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 the cultivation of wheat, in this way, a considerable part of the arable land can be grown for a season of grain, which is why Dahan is now abundant in grain.

But the consumption of flour, nine out of ten are all from the imperial court and aristocratic families.

It is good for ordinary people to have enough to eat. How can there be any chance to grind flour to make steamed buns?

"It's similar to a water reef. If a family of ordinary people wants to build it, I'm afraid 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 strength of a village and cooperate to build it. Then everyone can build it." Take turns."

Grinding flour. I used to watch TV and movies or read some literary works. I know that until the liberation, in many places, the whole village worked together to build a water mill, and everyone queued up to use it in turn.

Of course, there are also rich and powerful families who build one themselves, and poor people borrow it and pay some rent fees.

Families with livestock at home use oxen and donkeys to pull the mill in their own yard.

There is a class of vicious landlords who are more insane, and those who love livestock are directly let long-term workers pull the grinder, thus accumulating a lot of class conflicts...

"Unexpectedly, the prince is so sympathetic to the common people, and even thought of such a way."

Jiang Wan praised repeatedly.

Feng Yong glanced sideways: It tastes very, very boring! This Jiang Wan was afraid that he would keep this forging method and not pass it on to the world, so he would flatter himself like this. Am I such a money-losing person?

Feng Yong naturally didn't think about making money with this thing.

After all, the structures of water mills and water hammers are similar. Others can create 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 kept his hands on it, the water mill made by others is at most a backward structure of the water turbine, which cannot compare to the improved efficiency.

"Jiang Canjun, you have come from such a long distance, you must be tired, why don't you take a good rest, come to me so eagerly, is there something wrong?"

Meng Yan is very incompetent as the prefect!

Why don't you entertain the people sent by the prime minister? And when Jiang Wan came, he didn't follow, it was really rude, maybe he didn't want to do it anymore?

When Jiang Wan heard this, he was shocked, and then remembered that he had an important mission, and secretly said, "I almost ruined the big event", so he quickly said, "This time, Wan was ordered by the prime minister, and I have something to tell the prince, so That's why I came here in a hurry to find Junhouer."

Zhuge old demon specially sent Jiang Wan to find him?

Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat, can you speak properly? I don't know that I have a shadow in my heart towards the prime minister?

"Prime...the prime minister wants to tell me something?"

Feng Tubie felt a little inexplicably nervous, don't you plan to grab my wool again and eat the rich?

Jiang Wan looked at Niu Wa.

"You go out first."

Feng Yong understood and told Niu Wa to say.

Then he walked to the door and said to Bu Qu who was guarding the door, "Everyone must not come within ten feet."

Then he turned around and came back, and asked, "Is there anything the prime minister wants to tell Yu Yong?"

"Cao Pi is dead."

"Cao Pi? Which Cao Pi?"

Feng Yong didn't react immediately.

Staying in the big man these years, living a happy life, owning a house, a field and a lovely wife, and several listed companies that make a lot of money under their names, cooperating with the emperor and queen, and working with a large group of brothers who call themselves brothers Partner, who the **** cares about the outside world?

"It is Cao Pi who compiled the Han Dynasty and established himself."

"That Cao Pi?"

Feng Yong screamed.

"right."

Jiang Wan's eyes were fixed on Feng Yong.

After Feng Yong screamed, his expression was cloudy and clear, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he sighed, "It's too early to die."

"What does the lord mean by this?"

Jiang Wan's expression moved, and he asked quickly.

"It would be fine if I died two years later, or even a 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 easily captured. At that time, let alone Longyou or Guanzhong, it can be said that it will follow the trend."

Jiang Wan was shocked!

This son turned out to be the only one who could think of the prime minister together!

"It's a pity, it's a pity, the big man's foundation is weak, and now he has just flattened Nanzhong. No matter how you say it, it will take a year before he can use his sword again. He missed such a good opportunity."

Feng Yong felt really sorry, what a great opportunity!

If there is no opposition between South China and China, after three years of recuperation, the Great Han would take this opportunity to join forces with Soochow. The sudden Northern Expedition, Cao Wei's domestic turmoil, and the attack of Han and Wu would have to be cut off, to say the least.

The big man won Longyou, so he might try to take advantage of the situation to attack Guanzhong.

Even if they can't beat Guanzhong, at least they can buy a lot of time for digesting Longyou.

Feng Yong said this, but Jiang Wan became more and more astonished the more he heard it.

When the news of Cao Pi's death came, everyone in the man was overjoyed and encouraged, but the prime minister looked pale and lamented that God did not bless the man.

I didn't expect this son to think of this joint immediately after hearing the news.

Just for this point alone, this son surpasses all the princes in the court!

The more Feng Yong thought about it, the more regretful he became, he let out a "tsk" and shook his head.

"Now Cao Wei is definitely in turmoil. The great man missed the opportunity of the Northern Expedition. Can the monarch have a remedy?"

Jiang Wan asked respectfully with a look of admiration.

Feng Yong looked up and saw Jiang Wan's appearance, he was startled immediately, "Why does Jiang Canjun look like this?"

"If you hear the words of a sage, you should listen respectfully."

"Who is the sage?"

Feng Yong looked around, then cheekily pointed at himself, showing Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan nodded, with a dignified expression, and asked repeatedly, "Wan Gong asked the Lord, is there a remedy for this?"

Seeing Jiang Wan's appearance, Feng Yong's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help becoming serious, "Is this a question from the prime minister, or a question from Jiang's joining the army?"

"The princes and princes countermeasures against the prime minister in Nanzhong, once talked about the Northern Expedition, so the prime minister sent Wan to ask about it, and this is also the question of Wan."

"Let me think about it."

(end of this chapter)

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