MTL - Farmer of Shu Han-Chapter 7 plow

  Chapter 7 Plow

Feng Yong finally couldn't control his legs, kicked them over, and cursed: "Fuck you! Can a piece of paper be a family heirloom? Give it to you, give it to you, if you don't let me Satisfied, let's see how I deal with you!"

  Ding Er was kicked, but became natural instead. After hearing Feng Yong's words, he quickly put the paper into his arms, saluted again, and then ran away smiling.

The housekeeper at the side finally couldn't help laughing, pointing at the old man Ding who ran away, he laughed at Feng Yong, and said: "It's just that Ding Er took advantage of the lord, and it's a good thing with literary spirit, just give it to me like this." He's dead. I'm afraid the back of this thing will be harder than others when I go back."

  The picture above is the real baby, okay? What's so precious about a piece of paper? Forget it, in fact, these days, paper is considered a very rare thing, Feng Yong once again felt powerless. Well, before the artifact was born to show its power, how could the world know how precious the blueprint of the artifact is?

"Oh, I'm so confused!" Feng Yong patted his head, and there was still a blueprint of an iron pot and stove in his arms. He originally wanted to ask old man Ding if he could make an iron pot after explaining Qu Yuanli's matter. Now I was interrupted, but I forgot. Immediately, he reached into his bosom, took out another piece of paper, handed it to the housekeeper, and said, "I have to trouble Uncle Zhao to come and build a new stove for the house, just press the above, and then build another iron stove like this." Pot. I have my own use."

  I wanted to make an iron pot for a long time, but I never had the chance. Now I took the opportunity of transforming Quyuanli to make it together.

   "Iron?" The housekeeper looked at the blueprint for a while, "But I don't know how big the master wants to make it?"

"It's not big, it's just like this, it's smaller than a millstone." Feng Yong gestured to show the butler, and made an arc with his hand, "Pay attention to the fact that the inside and outside must be smooth. Do you know what smoothness means? That's it. ,so…"

  This time it was the butler's turn to have a toothache. 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 for the family to buy chickens."

  The butler doesn't feel sorry for the silk. In the thinking of these years, food is the source of confidence. The Feng family has not yet saved money.

"You can buy less chickens. If you can't raise 300 chickens, then raise 100, and there will be more after that. But this thing can't be delayed any longer. For me, I would rather not raise chickens, but this thing is It is indispensable."

  The steward nodded, "Hearing what the lord said, it seems that this item is extremely important. The old servant will arrange it as soon as possible."

   "That's right, this thing can't be made, and eating meat is tasteless!"

  Most of the current cooking methods are boiled, that is, put the food in clay pots, boil it with water, boil it into a paste, add some ingredients at most, and then serve it on the table. If you have the conditions to eat meat at home, you can also use roasting, and sprinkle some salt after roasting. The key is that most people can't eat meat. The last thing is to fry, such as frying Chinese cabbage, take a clay pot and put it on the fire to roast, then put the Chinese cabbage on top and spread it flat, and serve it on the table after frying the water, even saving the ingredients.

   Now that the conditions are finally changed, Feng Yong can't wait.

  Ding Er's working ability is good, and the efficiency is very high. It was only at noon on the third day that he rushed to Feng Yong who was fishing with the Qu Yuanli on his shoulder.

"Oh! Stop and stop, what are you doing? Scared away the fish away." Feng Yong was frightened, stood up and scolded Ding Er's feet.

   "Plow..." Ding Er's clumsy expression made people want to kick him. He pointed to the plow on the ground, and it took him a long time to choke out a word, "It's done, please take a look at it."

So fast? Of course Feng Yong saw the plow, but he still found it unbelievable. He looked at Ding Er's eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and then he understood. It seems that this guy started working immediately after returning. Is an activist. But even so, in Feng Yong's opinion, the speed is a bit fast?

  The housekeeper who followed behind arrived panting at this time, and then leaned on the willow tree next to him, bent over and gasped for breath for a while, unable to speak.

Feng Yong bent down and looked at the first Quyuan plow in the history of the world. Well, yes, the carpenter's craftsmanship is not bad, and the whole body is made of wood. Although the plow was divided into several parts and then assembled, when Feng Yong held Shake the handle of the plow vigorously, but feel that all parts are skillfully and tightly mortized and tenoned together, and the whole Quyuan plow gives people a sense of unity. Of course, it can't compare to the all-iron construction of later generations, but it is not bad to be able to make it like this.

   "This, the plowshare, why don't you use iron plates?" Feng Yong suddenly pointed to the plowshare and asked.

"My lord, it's my lord's blessing that I can eat enough to eat in a small family. Do you still want iron? That's all. Ding Er and his three children drove out together for two nights. In a hurry, it is reasonable to let the master be dissatisfied, that is, to let the master take a look and see what needs to be revised." Finally, the butler recovered his breath and hurriedly explained beside him.

  Feng Yong slammed his mouth, embarrassed again, he still couldn't get rid of his previous thinking, iron is something, farmers who have been busy in the farmland all their lives, I am afraid that it will be difficult to see a few pieces in their whole life. It turned out that there were three sons in the family to help, no wonder it could be made in two days.

"Well, Uncle Zhao, isn't our family going to the city to make an iron pot? Ask Ding Er to make a plowshare according to this, and then take the plowshare to the city and ask the blacksmith to put an iron plate on it. "

  The land needs to be plowed deeply in order to harvest more grain. Without iron plowshares, how can deep plowing come from?

   "Old servant knows." Zhao Butler responded, turned around and kicked Ding Er, "What are you still doing? Didn't hear what the master said, go and make another plowshare."

  Ding Er was kicked, but he smirked, looked at the butler gratefully, saluted Feng Yong, and was about to turn around and leave with Qu Yuanli on his shoulders.

   "Wait a minute," Feng Yong suddenly thought of something, "Your three sons helped make this plow?"

   "Go back to the Lord's house, yes." Ding Er replied blankly.

   "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. Twenty-three and thirty-two."

   "Well, let's forget about the boss. For the remaining children, pick someone who is smarter and send them to the mansion to do things. Both boys and girls are fine. The mansion is short of manpower recently."

   It seems that Ding Er and his wife are both very powerful, and they have given birth to three boys for three consecutive years.

   "Huh?" Ding Er was at a loss again.

   "Ah what?" The butler couldn't see it, and kicked it over again, "Hurry up and thank the master, it's a great thing!"

  The butler's feet were quite strong, and he kicked Ding Er staggeringly.

  Ding Er finally came to his senses, threw the plow, and hurriedly threw himself down in front of Feng Yong and kowtowed.

   "Stop!" Feng Yong flashed to the side, "If you kowtow again, you won't want it."

  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 twist, and stood up the wooden plow again to look carefully. Just now Ding Er suddenly threw the wooden plow on his shoulders to the ground, Feng Yong was still worried that it would fall apart, but now it seems that it is still strong and there is no loose place, it seems that the craftsmanship of Ding Er's family is really good.

"That's right." Feng Yong let go of the wooden plow, clapped his hands, and said to Ding Er, "Just do it like this, and make another one soon." He turned to the housekeeper and said, "Uncle Zhao, this iron plowshare is not enough, so let's make it." Two."

Originally, I just wanted to make one first to see if it could be used, but now I didn’t expect that the curved plow made of wood is not too far away from the later generations in addition to not having the weight of the later generations, and the quality is also acceptable—at least it is not suitable for deep plowing. Compared with the traditional straight shaft plow, this one can definitely plow the ground deeper. There are two cows in the family, so it is natural to make two, and it will not cost much to make an extra iron plowshare.

  As for why Ding Er asked a child to work in the mansion, it was naturally because Feng Yong was preparing for the big business of raising chickens. Although it is said that chicken seedlings will not be purchased until summer planting, it does not mean that preparations should not be made in advance now. Anyway, there are so many children in Ding Er's family, it's not a big deal if there is one less helper.

  (end of this chapter)