Chapter 162 House closing?
“Aren’t you afraid that your brother will bite your tongue?”
Zhao Guang chuckled and started to act stupid again.
Feng Yong laughed angrily and pointed at this guy: "That's why you do this because of epilepsy! Do you think I don't know?"
Speaking, just go up and kick.
Unexpectedly, this guy was well prepared and had enough energy. His body only swayed for a moment and then stood firm again. On the contrary, Feng Yong himself was unprepared and his feet were so shaken that they hurt. He grinned and wanted to kick him again, but he hesitated and gave him a hard look.
“Who just said that I was hysterical?”
The eyes of several people in the room suddenly fell on Zhao Guang.
Sure enough, young men with errands have a lot of fun!
Feng Yong had an urge that he couldn't control his hands. He really wanted to pick something up and smash it at it.
"You guys, get out first! If anyone else knows about what happened in the house today, don't blame me for killing people and silencing them!" Feng Yong threatened fiercely, and at the same time told Amei, "Go and lock the door. Come on, don’t let anyone else in.”
No, if this breath cannot come out, the thoughts will not be clear. If the thoughts are not clear, you must find a way to make them clear.
“Brother, please calm down. I’ve realized my mistake. I’ve realized my mistake! Just spare me this time!”
When Amei closed the door tightly and only the three brothers were left in the room, Zhao Guang suddenly rushed over and hugged Feng Yong's thigh, looking like a dead ball with tears in his eyes, begging Feng Yong to forgive him.
Looking at him and Wang Xun, who looked like they were acknowledging the fight, Feng Yong let out a long sigh, thinking that my whole life would be ruined by this guy as soon as possible.
He kicked Zhao Guang and yelled, "Okay, stop pretending, get up first, I won't do anything to you."
“Brother…don’t you blame the younger brother?”
Zhao Guang raised his head, looking pitiful, like an abandoned little kitten. There is no one else with such acting skills.
There seems to be a reason why this guy can live such a happy life under Zhao Si's stick education.
They are also doing it for their own good, so Feng Yong will naturally not take it seriously.
These two guys are both martial arts practitioners. I don’t know how much strength they used to restrain themselves in a hurry.
I didn’t feel anything when I was angry just now. Now that I have calmed down a little, I feel burning pain in several places on my body.
Feeling a little uncomfortable standing, Feng Yong had no choice but to sit down on the chair-like thing in the room, waved and said, "Come here, I have something to tell you."
“What’s the matter, brother?”
Seeing Feng Yong's face was a little solemn, Zhao Guang and Wang Xun thought something had happened and hurriedly gathered around him.
Feng Yong pondered for a moment and said to Zhao Guang: "Erlang, you go to Yang'an Pass tomorrow and talk to General Ma and ask him if there is any way to borrow some craftsmen who are good at carpentry."
“What does brother want the craftsman to do?”
“Make spinning wheels and looms.”
The spinning wheel is used to spin linen, silk or wool into thread, while the loom is used to weave thread into cloth.
These two things were standard equipment for every family in ancient times.
“Isn’t that what the people in the camp are doing?”
These days, as long as there are women at home, men will basically do these two things.
The only difference lies in whether it is done well or not, and whether it is done quickly or not.
Zhao Guang and Li Yi both brought some operas. Although their best skill was killing people, they were still barely qualified by temporarily playing farmers.
Feng Yong shook his head: "The spinning wheel needs to be modified, and I also want to modify the loom later. Without specialized craftsmen, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it."
"The left and right sides are all made of wood. Even if there is no craftsman who can do it well, you can still make it if you do it a few more times, right?" Zhao Guang hesitated, "The craftsmen in Yanganguan are all registered. If it happens for no reason, If you come here and someone finds out, I'm afraid the Prime Minister will blame you."
Where the army is stationed, it is necessary to build a city and repair equipment, so it is natural that there must be craftsmen.
There are only two places in Hanzhong where craftsmen can be found.
One is Nanzheng and the other is Yanganguan.
Wei Yan and Feng Yong in Nanzheng have no hope, and I still don’t know if he wants to be a member of the ranch.
However, Feng Yong is not in a hurry. This matter mainly depends on Jincheng. As long as the Queen is willing, then Adou is willing. As long as Huang Yueying is willing, then Zhuge Yaoyao is willing.
As long as these two people accept it, everything will be fine.
As for Wei Yan, even if he doesn't want him in the end, Feng Yong won't bother to care about him. At most, it won't be that convenient to do things in Hanzhong in the future. It will take a little more trouble, but it doesn't matter. It's a good thing if there is one less person to share the money with.
So now the only place where you can expect to find craftsmen is Yang'an Pass.
"Why is it for no reason?" Feng Yong naturally knew that what Zhao Guang said was true, and rolled his eyes, "Just use my name and say that the Hanzhong Dian Agricultural Officer wants to make some improvements to farm tools. Let’s see if we can make some preparations for next spring’s plowing, so I want some craftsmen to come over.”
Anyway, in the winter, the army is resting in the city, and the equipment will not be damaged. The craftsmen probably don’t have much work to do, so borrowing it will not delay things, so what are you afraid of?
After hearing Feng Yong's words, Zhao Guang didn't think anything, but Wang Xun opened his mouth. He really didn't expect that being called a young hero by the prime minister and giving so many things to the big man made people feel full of loyalty. His brother could actually say such words.
Wouldn't this betray the prime minister's respect and betray the trust of the court?
what do I do? Do you want to persuade your brother?
Wang Xun only felt a little confused.
Feng Yong did not notice Wang Xun's ambivalent mood and continued to say to Zhao Guang, "Of course ordinary people can make these spinning wheels and looms. But if I want to make some improvements, I have to be a skilled craftsman, otherwise You will miss something important."
“Since brother said so, let me go and give it a try.” Zhao Guang nodded and agreed.
As a second-generation official, even though he has not entered the officialdom like his elder brother, he has heard about officialdom, and operating this small matter secretly is considered a basic operation.
"It's not about trying, it's about trying your best!" Feng Yong reminded, "Don't underestimate the improvement of this spinning wheel. If it's not bad as I expected, and if it goes according to Amei's idea, after the modification, this spinning wheel will be better." It’s three or four times faster than it is now.”
"Three or four times?" Zhao Guang was shocked when he heard this. Even Wang Xun, who had always blindly believed in Feng Yong, couldn't believe it.
The hand-operated spinning wheel uses the left hand to pull the thread, and only one spindle can be hung on the spinning wheel. If both hands are freed, it will be twice as fast at least. On this basis, one or two more yarns can be hung What's the problem with blooming?
The reason why Feng Yong suddenly succeeded just now was because he remembered the description of the Jenny machine in the book of his previous life, saying that it had a lot more yarn splinters than the previous spinning wheel, and the work efficiency was many times faster than before.
The story of Huang Daopo is even more familiar. It tells the story of changing a hand-operated spinning wheel into a pedal spinning wheel, and changing one spindle into three spindles.
Feng Yong made his estimate based on this story template.
Not to mention Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, no matter who they were, they would definitely not be able to figure out how much Feng Yong would value the little idea of just a little maid.
Because only people like Feng Yong, who came from later generations, understand how important every huge improvement in work efficiency will have on an industry.
In the final analysis, the Industrial Revolution was not due to the great improvement in work efficiency?
Feng Yong naturally does not dare to expect that he can make a big fortune and cause an industrial revolution, but he is still very interested in increasing the output of the line and accelerating the speed of making money.
Improving the spinning wheel will naturally not go smoothly, and constant experiments are required.
But to put it bluntly, this improvement is to add a power device to the spinning wheel, and Feng Yong has a specific theoretical model (drawing a sketch). As long as you follow this direction and do it a few times, it will be impossible to fail.
So skilled craftsmen are particularly important, which can greatly shorten the test time.
“Three…three or four times. Doesn’t that mean that one spinning wheel is enough to spin the threads needed for a loom?”
Wang Xun has always been very concerned about what his brother is doing, so he has also inquired carefully about spinning and weaving.
Today's hand-operated spinning wheels spin out thread very slowly. Only three or four spinning wheels can produce enough thread for one loom to weave cloth.
And how much cloth is woven is related to how much wealth one can get.
In other words, if it can be changed, the money you can get will be three or four times more?
Zhao Guang jumped up at once, "Brother, there is no need to say anything. If this matter cannot be completed in one day, I will stay in Yang'an Pass for one day, and I must kill my uncle to make it happen."
Wang Xun thought, this matter is of great importance. How can I easily persuade my brother just because of a small matter? Isn't this a big deal? Well, I'll just pretend I didn't hear those words.
Amei listened to her master's words and silently guarded the door, not letting anyone approach.
After closing the door, there were only some vague sounds. But from the back, I could only hear Zhao Langjun shouting. I wonder what the master did to Zhao Langjun?
Thinking of what happened in the house just now, Amei was so frightened that she lost her soul. She couldn't help thinking to herself, this Zhao Langjun should really be taught a few more lessons by his master to see if he dares to mess up in the future. Cheating.
While I was thinking wildly, I heard the door of the house open with a creak, and the three gentlemen inside filed out.
The Lord who was walking in front looked a little sad, holding his waist and walking unsteadily, but Zhao Langjun who was following behind had a happy face and walked briskly.
This scene made Amei a little shocked.
Feng Yong looked at Amei, but his eyes were full of satisfaction: "Amei, remember to come to my room tonight."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Guang and Wang Xun looked at Amei with a somewhat ambiguous look.
“Brother, this Amei is not bad, she is really good.” Zhao Guang leaned over, showing a strange smile, and at the same time gave Amei a thumbs up, “Ms. Amei, you are very good.”
Even Wang Xun, who was following behind, looked over with approval, nodded slightly, and said hello to Amei.
At the same time, I was thinking in my mind that my brother is worthy of being a brother, and he is decisive and decisive. Not only is this spinning wheel matter related to the net worth of his brothers, even the prime minister must pay some attention to it. After all, the wool also needs to be used. To the spinning wheel. The brother immediately brought her into the room, thus eliminating any further trouble.
Amei felt all the blood in her body rushing to her forehead. She was so dizzy that she didn't know what to do. She just responded to Feng Yong mechanically and instinctively: "Yes, I obey the Lord's order."
“Go and boil some hot water for me. It was too messy just now and I’m extremely dirty. I want to take a bath.”
Feng Yong, however, didn't notice the strangeness of Amei. He just gave Zhao Guang a warning look. This guy was talking nonsense again. Can such a joke be made in front of Amei?
“Yes, my lord.”
After listening to Feng Yong's instructions, Amei finally came to his senses, responded again, and then limped away and tried to retreat.
“Wait a minute, what’s wrong with your feet?”
Feng Yong looked at Amei's weird way of walking and asked with some concern.
This girl is a talent that I will carefully cultivate in the future, so nothing can happen to her.
Hearing this, Amei turned around again, glanced at Wang Xun, and said with some hesitation: "No...it's nothing, it's just that my foot is a little crooked, it's okay."
“Brother, this is the fault of my younger brother. I saw that my elder brother didn’t look right just now. My younger brother and my second brother went over... ahem, when they were helping my elder brother, they slapped Mrs. Amei’s hand. Her hand was a little too strong.”
Wang Xun first explained to Feng Yong, and then bowed his hand to Amei apologetically, "Ms. Amei, I was careless just now in a hurry, I really can't help it."
Anyway, Mrs. Amei will be considered a member of her brother's house from now on, so it's not a shame to give him a gift.
Looking at Amei, who was a little thin, and then at Wang Xun, Feng Yong finally glared at Zhao Guang fiercely. It was all this guy's fault!
Zhao Guang was a little confused. Just now, I didn’t seem to have met Amei! Didn’t Zishi say that? It was he who threw Amei out.
Amei didn't expect Wang Xun to salute her. She waved her hand repeatedly, took a few steps back, and returned the salute: "My maid didn't dare. It was my fault that I hindered the two gentlemen."
"Forget it, you go down and rest first, and I'll ask others to boil the water."
In front of the two younger brothers, Feng Yong could not show too much concern for a maid, so he had to let her go down to rest first.
At night in this era, it is a relatively luxurious thing to light a candle when it gets dark.
But for Feng Yong, no matter how luxurious he is, it is not as important as knowledge and talents.
After a few "duk duk" sounds, there was a knock on the door of Feng Yong's room.
"Come in."
Feng Yong was writing and drawing at his desk under the not-so-bright light, when he heard a knock on the door and said without raising his head.
He thought of so many things during the day, so Feng Yong naturally wanted to take advantage of the time when his memory was still fresh. Regardless of whether it was useful or useless, he would write down all the things he found valuable if he could. Maybe he would be able to do so in the future. Is there a place for the party?
There was a very light sound at the door. A figure walked in quietly and closed the door quietly.
But after a while, there was no more movement. Feng Yong looked up strangely and saw Amei holding something in her arms, her head almost invisible, and she didn't know what she was doing.
(End of this chapter)