MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 6 provided drawings

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  Chapter 6 provided drawings

  Families in the Han Dynasty, no matter in the farm or in the city, had always had the habit of raising chickens, but most of them were only one or two, and they usually raised roosters specially for crowing.

If there are fields in the countryside, and those who have a lot of food at home, they may raise three or four more, but no more than a dozen or so. After all, food is too precious, and they are usually fooled with bran, and then rushed outside Let them find their own food.

   Besides, even bran, in the eyes of ordinary people, that is something that can save lives. When there is no food, this mouthful of bran can save a life.

That's why the housekeeper gets excited when he hears that so many chickens are going to be raised. Not to mention that the common people use bran as food, the Feng family has a bit of land and has surplus food, so there's no need to eat bran, and it's not enough to raise so many chickens. Can't we use food in the end? How much food does this cost? Isn't this nonsense?

   "Uncle Zhao, don't worry, don't worry, I don't need to feed the chicken." Feng Yong saw that Butler Zhao seemed to be having a heart attack, and hurriedly gave Butler Zhao a heart-soothing remedy.

"It doesn't need food, but it can still be used..." The housekeeper screamed, and he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes widened suddenly, he looked at Feng Yong in disbelief, and then looked around, sneaking over, Lowering his voice, he asked, "Maybe the lord has the art of wishing a rooster?"

  In the Han Dynasty, the art of witchcraft was prevalent, and there were countless legends about warlocks and immortals. Steward Zhao has only been in the Feng family for a few months, and at most he only knows that Feng Yong's family is from outside. As for what the Feng family did before they came to Sichuan, they don't know anything about it.

  What wish the rooster? Feng Yong glanced at the butler inexplicably, I know Zhu Yingtai, but what is Zhu Jiweng?

"It turns out that the master really has such magical skills. It seems that the old servant has misunderstood, and the master has made a mistake." The housekeeper didn't know what to imagine, and said excitedly, "The old servant will arrange it now!" After walking two steps, I suddenly remembered that I had left Feng Yong behind, turned around and apologized to Feng Yong, "The old servant lost his composure because he was excited for a while, the lord made a mistake."

  Although I don't know the reason for the butler's over-excited appearance, but getting the support of the butler is half the battle. Feng Yong waved his hand and said, "Uncle Zhao is also thinking of the Feng family, how can I blame him?"

   "It's just my lord. To raise so many chickens, people have to watch over them, right? Do you want to add more people to the family?" After the excitement passed, the housekeeper asked the first question.

"Let's not add more. Seeing chickens is not a heavy job. Aren't there a few underage tenants who rent our land? Just ask them to come and help. It doesn't matter if you are a kid or a lady. Just some food."

"However, it will be summer planting. After harvesting the wheat, we will plant rice. Those half-grown children in the farmer's house can be regarded as half of the labor force that can be used. What if it delays the cultivation?" The housekeeper said With a perplexed face, "Why don't we wait until Xia Zhong passes by?"

   "I didn't say to raise it right now. Naturally, it will be planted in summer. Speaking of farming, by the way, Uncle Zhao, do you know if there is a blacksmith nearby?"

"Blacksmith? The Lord is referring to those who know how to do blacksmith work, right? These craftsmen are all working for the government, and most of them have a craftsmanship in the government. Even if they are not in the craftsmanship, those with blacksmithing skills can only work in the city." I see. Normally, this farmer’s family would do some handicrafts in their spare time. Whether it’s blacksmithing or carpenter’s work, most of them can do it. The ancestors of Ding’er’s family in Zhuangshang used to be craftsmen, and there are only a few around here. His workmanship is the best."

   Chou Chou, this is a competent butler. He has only been in Feng's house for a long time, and he has even figured out the details of the surrounding farmers.

   "All right, after dinner, Uncle Zhao asked him to come see me, I have some things, I need him to help."

"Oh, my lord, please don't say such things. It's a joke to let outsiders hear it. If you want to help or not, it's his good fortune that he can enter the mansion. When the things are done, the lord really wants to If you have a kind heart, just give him a couple of bucks, or the old servant will give him a few handfuls of millet, and he will be grateful."

   So what about your conscience? Hearing the butler's words of course, Feng Yong murmured in his heart.

  While the two were talking, they entered Feng's mansion unknowingly.

  Feng Yong washed his hands first, and then sat down in the gazebo in the backyard. The maid had already arranged the food, which was still steaming. A bowl of steamed rice, a can of chicken soup, a pickle, and finally a small dish of fried Chinese cabbage.

   Note that this frying refers to roasting the earthen pot on the fire, and then spread the cabbage on it for frying, dry the water, and then serve it directly on the dining table.

So this is why Feng Yong likes to go fishing and think hard about raising chickens. In addition to fishing to kill time, under the current cooking conditions, only fish soup and chicken soup can be cooked deliciously without too much seasoning .

  As for the anti-human things like fried cabbage...Feng Yong said that it's not that he is hypocritical, but that it is really difficult to eat.

  As for why not make an iron pot, as a person who is regarded as a neurotic by others, if he wants to find a blacksmith to make something that has never appeared before, and it takes so much iron, who will make it himself?

   And in this era, iron is still relatively precious. That is, now, he has gradually returned to normal in the eyes of outsiders, and with the reward from the emperor, he thought about asking the housekeeper to find a blacksmith.

The mansion mentioned by the butler is of course huge compared to the building area of ​​later generations. There are front and rear halls, and it is divided into large and small halls. There are main rooms, side rooms, and secret rooms. There is even a pond in the backyard. Even the place where servants live exclusively.

  But Feng Yong said what's the use? There are only four masters and servants in the Feng family, which is too deserted. He walked around since the first time he moved in, and he was no longer interested in seeing it.

   It looks big, but in fact it is just big. There is nothing else to praise, and it is not much different from the tile-roofed house in the countryside when I was a child.

Of course, this is a huge difference to the tenants living in the thatched house, so the butler said that it was his blessing to let Ding Er enter the mansion. The key point is that Ding Er also felt that he was blessed, This made Feng Yong feel helpless.

  Looking at the bewildered farmers below, Feng Yong handed over a piece of paper and asked softly, "Look at the picture on it, can you understand it?"

So excited that he swayed, Ding Er rubbed his hands on the clothes again and again, then stretched out his hands trembling, and carefully held the paper, as if the paper was a thousand-year-old treasure, looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally took the courage He asked: "Master, this... this looks a bit like a plow? But why is it curved?"

  The butler next to him was curious. Is this pear crooked? Stretch out your neck and look over, yo, it turned out to be a plow for plowing the land. But this plow is so strangely drawn, why is it different from the commonly used plows?

   "Well, it is curved. It is clearly drawn on the paper, so you follow suit, but this plowshare needs to be made of iron, understand?"

   Fortunately, I was born in a rural area, and I often helped my family with field work when I was young. Rural children mature precociously, and someone in their teens can drive cattle to the fields to plow the fields.

  When Feng Yong was twelve years old, his father taught him not only how to plow the field, but also the various parts and uses of the plow. He also once turned several fields by himself. The structure of this Quyuanli is simple, and he is quite familiar with it.

Of course, he has also learned about the eight-ox plow in Europe. The reason is that part of his university graduation thesis was about the environment, and some of it involved the development of agriculture in the world. Egg use?

  Besides, he only knew about it, but he didn’t use it himself like Qu Yuanli. If he tried to get it out, he would probably die a lot of brain cells, not to mention that he didn’t have that many cows at home.

  The current plow is a straight-shaft plow, which cannot be used for deep plowing, and must be pulled by two oxen at the same time, which wastes manpower and animal power, and is not easy to use.

   As for the curved shaft plow, only one ox is needed, and the depth of the plow can be adjusted according to the field. Most importantly, this thing can be made of wood, as long as an iron piece is inserted at the end of the plowshare! Properly liberating human and animal power, it is an artifact to improve production efficiency! Well, it is an artifact for the Three Kingdoms era when the straight shaft plow was still used for farming.

  Ding Er looked at the drawings again and again, asked a few small questions, and then reluctantly handed over the paper.

  Feng Yong frowned, "If you don't hold this paper, how can you make it the way I want?"

  Ding Er heard it, but confirmed it again in disbelief, "The master means, can the villain hold this?"

"Are you talking nonsense? It's not a precious thing. I hold it for you so that you can do it with gestures." Feng Yong took a breath, feeling a little toothache, so he has been wondering what the ancients were thinking What, there is a gap in thinking, just communicate more, why do you like to say that he is a psycho?

   "After that, can the villain keep it at home and keep it as a memorial for future generations?"

  This is a bit too much!

  (end of this chapter)