Chapter 188 Talent
Unexpectedly, her mother could not stand the life of the Hu people and died within a few years. Her status suddenly fell to the bottom. Several times, she almost starved to death.
When Muwuzhe took over as the patriarch, life became a little easier. After all, she was just not favored by the old patriarch and had nothing to do with Muwuzhe.
Later on, everyone in the clan took refuge with Feng Langjun, and she lived a somewhat decent life. It was during these days that her life suddenly became easier, and she could even compete with the clan leader, oh, she can no longer be called the clan leader, she can only be called the captain.
The reason is simple, because she learned to weave faster than others.
As for those tribesmen who looked down on her before, they could only watch with envy and drooling eyes as she was able to eat one white flour steamed bun every day.
Feng Yong’s statement is that if you can’t even learn spinning and weaving, you deserve to starve to death!
“Meisi Zi, sit down on this loom.”
Feng Yong directed Mei Sizi to sit on a loom in the open space of the camp. There were many spindles next to the loom.
This is a slightly different loom than in the past. Inspired by the improvement of the spinning wheel, Feng Yong also made some improvements to the loom, and the effect is not bad, at least judging from the effect that the Wei family used before she left. Look, it's pretty good.
Mei Sizi sat on the loom as instructed, feeling very nervous.
Because she knows that whether she can continue to live a good life in the future depends on her performance today.
From the perspective of her now, those days in the past were simply worse than death. If she were really allowed to go back to the past, it would be better to kill her directly.
Behind her, there were ten spinning wheels, and some wool was placed next to each spinning wheel.
“You guys, sit down too.”
Ten selected Qiang women also sat in front of the spinning wheel as instructed.
Spinning thread is much simpler than weaving. In Feng Yong's opinion, even if Zhao Guang goes to school, he can learn to spin thread.
It is a pity that only the farming people point out this talent.
From the perspective of Qiang women, spinning thread is far more difficult than herding sheep.
There is only one shuttle hanging on the spinning wheel. There is no way. At present, they can only spin one spindle at a time. Only a skilled hand like Wei Jianniang can use three at a time. As for Amei, she can barely use two.
"Have you learned it in the past few days?" Feng Yong clapped his hands to attract their attention, "Look! See the house over there? Anyone who can do this job well can live in it and eat steamed buns every day. Otherwise, go back and sleep with the cattle and sheep, and eat millet."
This time, not only the Hu girls, but also Zhao Guang and others who were watching the hot topic were surprised.
The house built there is built with earthen walls. To put it bluntly, it is better than the thatched house that Feng Yong and others live in today.
Feng Yongyong ignored the surprised expressions of Zhao Guang and others and said directly: "Okay, let's get started."
Then the spinning wheels and looms began to hum and rotate, and the Qiang women stepped on the pedals nervously, and started to move their hands according to the usual exercises.
This is the first batch of finalized equipment made after the improvement of the loom spinning wheel. Today is the first large-scale formal demonstration.
In order to allow everyone to see clearly, Feng Yong decided to let these Qiang women operate in the open space of the camp.
“Brother, do you really want them to live in such a good house?”
While waiting for their final results, Zhao Guang couldn't help but approached and asked.
“Is it good? Why don’t I think it’s so good?”
Feng Yong said nonchalantly.
“It didn’t look so good in the past, but brother, we still live in these houses, but we let them live in a better place than us. Isn’t this excessive?”
Zhao Guang pointed to the thatched house.
“What’s wrong? We don’t live in it all the time.”
“I’m not going to the city.” Feng Yong said without looking back.
After what happened with Wei Yan, how could Feng Yong still be in the mood to go to the city? Do you look at that old man's face every day?
“Where shall I live in the winter?”
Zhao Guang seemed to have expected Feng Yong to say this. He pointed at the busy scene outside the camp with a happy look on his face.
There were people moving bricks and tiles out of the kilns, and building walls, and there were Han craftsmen pointing.
A few days after General Wei sent hundreds of people over, he also rushed back from Yang'anguan with his craftsmen. His brother became very busy, giving instructions to the craftsmen on their work every day.
Later, my brother asked people to dig trenches outside the camp, and the kiln for burning bricks and tiles also changed from the intermittent fire in the past to actually smoking every day.
Later, the place gradually started to look like a house, and only then did Zhao Guang know what his brother wanted to do.
It’s just that my brother has been busy and sometimes he’s not in a good mood, so he doesn’t have the chance to ask for clarification. Now, taking advantage of this opportunity, he can finally ask for clarification.
"Yes," Feng Yong nodded, "make a big courtyard and let everyone live together in it, so we can get closer."
They are all brothers anyway, even Li Yi. After the incident of standing behind him despite Wei Yan's pressure, Feng Yong also regarded him as one of his own.
As for Guan Ji, ahem, no big deal, just separate a small courtyard inside, no big deal.
"That's a rare good house!" Zhao Guang's eyes flashed, "It's all made of bricks and tiles? This is a big job. Isn't it like a city wall?"
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and was speechless.
This country bumpkin has never seen the world!
What kind of big job is it to build a large courtyard with about ten rooms?
How about the hundreds of Hu prisoners of war, are they all freeloaders?
When Feng Yong first came here, he had already built several kilns. Except for one for burning lime, the rest were all for burning bricks and tiles. A lot of bricks and tiles were saved intermittently.
The original plan was to build a house in spring, but suddenly there were so many people, and they were consuming food every day. Feng Yong felt distressed, and he didn't want to get too close to that old man Wei, so he just asked people to dig the foundation and build the house.
Anyway, there are craftsmen brought back by Zhao Guang, who can be regarded as senior technicians of this era, so everything goes very smoothly.
At this time, it was not that bricks and tiles were used to build houses, but the mainstream was still wood.
Although bricks and tiles have a long history, building a house with bricks and tiles is considered a big deal.
But there are so many people under Feng Yong who can’t stand it!
Although there is not much work at this time, people have to eat even if there is no work to do, right? Feng Yong really felt pain after eating it.
Why was killing prisoners common in ancient times? Isn't it because surrendering prisoners not only requires surveillance, but also wastes food?
These Di people had some other ideas at the beginning, but after a few days, they found that as long as they worked hard, they could eat every day. This was even better than when they had not been prisoners!
Why do they like to go out and grab one before winter? Isn’t it just to get something to celebrate the New Year?
If you don’t prepare enough supplies, spending the winter will be like passing through the gate of hell. Some people will freeze to death and others will starve to death.
But here, it is completely different. Although we eat millet every day, sometimes mixed with some bran, we can still fill our stomachs and have a place to sleep.
The only disadvantage is that there is no freedom and I am forced to work every day.
But for being able to eat and not have to freeze to death, the shortcomings can be tolerated.
Of course not everyone thought that way, and those noble-headed men certainly didn’t think so, so they died, either beaten to death or hacked to death.
Whether they are dead or all of them are dead, no one will let them go against the will of the Han people anymore.
Feng Tibi naturally did not understand the thoughts of these barbarians. All he wanted was for these barbarians to be obedient.
(End of this chapter)