Chapter 183 Do you want some face?
“Three times.” Feng Yong nodded and said affirmatively again.
Li Yi shivered and tried to stand up twice in succession, but failed. In the end, he almost knocked over the case. Then he stood up straight and rushed to Feng Yong. He didn't know what to say, so he walked back and forth twice more. , which calmed the mood slightly.
“Brother, are you sure about this?”
After a while, Li Yi walked up to Feng Yong and asked in a low voice.
“It’s almost the same as ten.”
In fact, Feng Yong has tried to make several modules these days, but his woodworking skills are not up to par and the results are unsatisfactory.
There is no way. There is neither lubricating oil nor industrial eccentric wheel at this time. It is all made by hand. If the craftsmanship is not up to standard, it will be difficult to get a satisfactory finished product.
“That’s good, that’s good.”
Li Yi rubbed his hands and said repeatedly, his face full of joy.
When he looked at Feng Yong again, his eyes were full of admiration.
This brother is far-sighted, able to see the overall situation, and has the ability to govern the world and stabilize the country, which is far beyond his own ability.
In the past, I had some thoughts of competing with him, but now I am willing to call him brother. I won't lose unjustly and don't complain!
"By the way, Wenxuan, you have been in Nanzhong for a long time, so you must be familiar with the women. Do you know that if they learn the art of weaving, will they learn it quickly?"
Feng Yong naturally didn't know what Li Yi was thinking, but when he saw Li Yi, he suddenly remembered something and asked immediately.
"Liu Nu?" Li Yi didn't know why Feng Yong asked this, so he subconsciously said, "Isn't Mrs. Amei the Li Nu?"
“Amei is not an ordinary servant girl, so we can’t use her as an example.”
Feng Yong shook his head and smiled, saying this without any guilt at all. He had no choice but to ask Amei to make herself look embarrassed.
Li Yi remembered what his brother had just said, that it was Amei who had mentioned the improvement of the spinning wheel. She must be different from ordinary servant girls.
"Liu Yi's daughter?" Li Yi pondered for a moment, "When the elder brother said this, the younger brother remembered that the Liao villages in Nanzhong where Han people lived together were all familiar officials. Most of them learned how the Han people farmed and weaved, and they didn't do that before. I find it strange, but now it seems that they are not much different from the Han people."
“In other words, Li’s women are as handy as Han women?”
“Even if it’s not comparable, it’s not much different.” Li Yi nodded in agreement, somewhat confused as to why Feng Yong wanted to say this, “Why does brother ask this?”
Feng Yong tapped the table with his fingers, his eyes a little distant, "Wenxuan, you said, now that Nanzhong is in such chaos, those prisoners of war can be sent to Hanzhong to work, but what about the women of the officials? When men go to the battlefield, life and death I don’t know what day there will be no news about the dead ones, so if those women are left behind, wouldn’t life be worse than death?”
War hurts men because they have no control over life and death. If they are killed with a sword on the battlefield, then everything is over.
The harm done to women is endless. Husbands have been lost, children have died, and all the men in the family may be gone, leaving a family of widows and orphans who don’t know how to survive.
The former owner of this body, wasn’t it because of this that his mother threw herself into the river?
Li Yi has a very high IQ. When he heard Feng Yong's words, he still didn't understand what he wanted to do. His eyes suddenly opened wide. "Brother, what do you mean... let the female servants also come to Hanzhong?"
"Yes! It is naturally more appropriate for women to do the spinning and weaving. But for some reason, those Hu women and Qiang women are good at herding sheep, shearing sheep and washing wool, but they can't be allowed to spin. Thread weaving, but my hands and feet are stiff and difficult to use. More importantly, there are not enough women!"
In Chinese history, whether it is cloth or silk, it is more famous in the south.
There are reasons for this due to the geographical environment, as well as humanistic factors.
Even Huang Daopo carried out technical reforms after learning textile technology from ethnic minorities in the south.
Even with the example before him, Feng Yong had to admit that Hu Nu was indeed a bit slow to learn the weaving thing.
This made Feng Yong a little suspicious. Could it be said that this is really because girls from the south are more careful than girls from the north?
After Zhuge Laoyao pacified Nanzhong, he vigorously promoted textile technology in the south. The southern ethnic minorities carried forward these technologies and weaved their own characteristics. At least in terms of handicrafts in later generations, the brocade and cloth of the southern ethnic minorities are still very famous. of.
Even if those barbarian women can learn to weave, there won’t be enough manpower! Can't we let Qiang and Hu men play? It would be better to just kill them.
This makes Feng Yong feel a little bit pained. Damn it, it doesn't work. It seems that I can only find a way to get a group of service girls from the south to try!
Since all the men in Nanzhong come here, isn’t it normal for women to come here? Isn’t Guyang long?
"Hu women are clumsy and are only qualified to do menial work. Naturally, we Han women are the best at spinning and weaving. It's really not good. As far as I know, the Hu women do the weaving. It’s also considered effective.”
When Li Yi heard what Feng Yong said, his elegant face showed a little ferocity. Naturally, he strongly agreed with Feng Yong's idea. This was no small matter.
“There is a war in Nanzhong. Many men died in the war and many women died of starvation. It is better to let them come to Hanzhong. At least they can still eat..."
Having said this, Li Yi glanced at Feng Yong and saw him looking at him with admiration. He felt encouraged at the moment and gritted his teeth and continued, "Brother, this is a great thing. I don't know how many women can be saved." Human lives.”
You are so shameless, Saonian!
Eating personal blood steamed buns can also claim that you saved people.
However, in today's world, no one can say that Li Yi's statement is wrong, because what he said is the truth.
As usual, when a man goes to the battlefield, his death is just a matter of a knife, but what about a woman? Although they did not go to the battlefield, most of them lived a life worse than death.
Every time the Central Plains was conquered by foreigners, the most miserable people were women.
In the same way, during the war in Nanzhong, if the daughter-in-law died in the chaos, it would be a blessing. If the village was gone and the man was gone, but she survived, that would be the beginning of a miserable world.
Just look at Amei and you will know. Although she is now the treasure in Feng Yong's eyes, when she first entered the house, she was put to help in the kitchen.
I heard the housekeeper say that in order to put a bite of food into her mouth, the cook even broke the board and ignored it.
Those court ladies from Nanzhong came to Hanzhong and at least had enough to eat for one day and at least settled down. Isn't this a good deed?
“This matter still depends on Wenxuan.”
There is no other way, who told this guy in front of me to have the title of Governor of Nanzhong?
Li Yi patted his chest and said, "Brother, please relax, this matter will be taken care of by me. In the past, the two armies were fighting each other, and the dead were all Han men. Who would care about the life or death of a woman? Only brother is like this. Only a soft-hearted person can think so carefully. Once this is done, it will be a good thing with a good reputation."
"It's over," Feng Yong wanted to be shameless after all, his face was hot, and he stopped Li Yi's self-bragging, "I have a letter here, please give it to the Prime Minister's wife for me."
“No problem, I’ll leave it to my younger brother.”
I was scolded by you all. The outline of Hanzhong needs to be redone, and the plot suddenly got stuck. I have to reorganize it these days, so I’ll just update it tonight.
(End of this chapter)