Chapter 530 Chapter 0532 Water Mill
When he got up in the morning, Feng Yong first practiced a set of radio gymnastics in the yard, and then practiced military boxing. Finally, he picked up the sword and practiced the moves in a precise manner.
It has been three years since this era. Due to adequate nutritional intake and careful exercise, Feng Yong's body is taller than the average person.
In the past, I could only do two or three dances while holding a weapon, but now I can perform thirty or fifty tricks before I am out of breath, but it is already a big improvement.
Guan Ji was on the sidelines giving pointers from time to time.
It was Guan Ji's idea to practice martial arts. According to her, even if she didn't have to go to the battlefield, she should at least know some moves to kill enemies in front of the battlefield. Otherwise, if someone came to assassinate her, it would be able to delay her for some time.
Although the words were not stated explicitly, the implication was clear: Alang, you are really too weak. In the past, you didn't even have the ability to delay until others came to save your life.
In order to prevent the Zhuti County assassination from happening again, martial arts training is necessary.
After all the activities, I was covered in sweat. I took a shower and sat down in front of the desk in high spirits, ready to have breakfast.
Drinks include porridge, soy milk, and tofu.
Eats include steamed buns, meat cakes, steamed buns, and sometimes fried dough twists.
At the same time, pickled radish and cold cucumber were also served in bowls.
“Have you sent it to the other side of the hospital?”
“Go back to the master’s house and have already sent him there.”
The cook put the things on the table and saw that Feng Yong had no intention of asking any more questions, so she stepped back.
Huang Chong, Wang Xun, Wei Rong, and Niu Wa, a total of four people, all lived in the courtyard next door, and their meals in the morning and evening were arranged by Feng Yong's courtyard.
Guan Ji sat opposite, looking at the food on the table, then bowed her head slightly to Feng Yong and said, "Alang, please have a meal."
“Okay, Mr. Xi also invites you.”
Feng Yong smiled.
Hearing this, Guan Ji nodded, quickly picked up a meat pie in her hand, then took a bite, then picked up the bowl and took a sip of tofu.
The dignified and ladylike appearance she had when eating was no longer seen.
Less than half a year after getting married to Feng Yong, all the rules and manners that Guan Ji had practiced for more than ten years were completely broken in a few months under someone's deliberate inducement.
To give someone the guilty pleasure of seducing a good family into corruption.
The tofu puffs on the counter are specially prepared for Guan Ji. Feng Yong never touches them because they are sweet.
Guan Ji especially likes sweets. After Feng Yong made brown sugar, eating sweets every day was no longer a dream for her.
The meatloaf is also specially prepared for her.
Guan Ji is a martial arts practitioner, and her martial arts skills are top-notch. She requires much more calories every day than ordinary people, and her appetite is astonishing.
It is no joke to say that one is poor in literature and rich in military affairs.
Poor families simply cannot afford to raise a person who practices martial arts.
Because a person who practices martial arts has to eat a lot of food if he does not have meat to supplement his food.
If you don't even have enough food to eat, you're hungry, and you can't even maintain the most basic physical strength, how can you still practice martial arts?
Even Feng Yong himself has gained an appetite in the past two years just by practicing the body-refining technique.
Bite into the steamed buns with mustard bacon, and your mouth will be filled with the aroma of oil, coupled with the appetizing sour taste, which will whet your appetite.
What is happiness?
Happiness is when the years are peaceful, when you can get up with your loved ones in the morning, have breakfast together, and sleep together in each other's arms at night...
Guan Ji's aloofness in front of outsiders has long since disappeared without a trace. She can only be seen tasting the food with squinted eyes, occasionally looking at Feng Yong, her face full of happiness, like a little woman.
“My lord, the flower lady is here to visit.”
The voice of the servant girl sounded outside the door.
When the master is eating, he cannot enter without permission. This is the rule of Feng's house. Anyone who dares to break the rules will be slapped with the lightest punishment.
The happy atmosphere suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Feng Yong secretly said something bad.
Guan Ji also had a look of dissatisfaction on her face.
It is extremely impolite to visit the house so early in the morning, but to Hua Wan, what does it mean to be polite or impolite? The most important thing is, don't let Shirou Guan escape.
Moreover, she came here in the name of official business, so she was not afraid of others gossiping.
Everyone was outside the door, and Feng Yong didn't want people to wait too long, so he immediately invited her in.
After entering the room, Hua Wan saw the things on the table and said with a smile, "Is Feng Changshi having breakfast? Yes, Mr. Guan Lang is here too!"
Looking like he was very surprised.
“Sit down and have something to eat.”
Feng Yong said helplessly.
“You’re welcome, little sister!”
Huawan consciously sat next to Guan Ji’s latest case.
Where Feng Langjun is, the food is always the best.
Hua Wan has been eating and drinking in Fengzhuang for a while, and has already gained rich experience.
"what do you want to eat?"
Feng Yong looked at her greedy look and asked directly.
Huawan looked at the porridge, curled her lips, and then looked at the tofu buns on Guan Ji's desk, her eyes lit up, "What is this? Why has my little sister never seen it before? I want to try it."
“Tofu brain, that’s sweet. Do you eat sweets so early in the morning?”
“Sweet? That’s the best! I like sweets the most.”
Hua Wan pointed at the bun again, "What kind of stuffing is that?"
But he didn’t even look at the steamed buns.
Come on, another carnivorous girl.
“Bacon, mustard and mustard.”
“Then I want this, ten of them. The sour ones are just right for appetizing. Drink a sweet one and eat a sour one. The sour and sweet ones are just right. I also want one portion of pickled radish.”
“You don’t want some courgette?”
“No, courgette has no taste.”
Hmm, it’s still a strong taste.
He called the cook outside and served Hua Wan a breakfast.
When cooking for six people on weekdays, the cook always prepares two or three more meals, just in case the queen or husband suddenly wants to eat a few more bites.
Even if you can’t finish the leftovers, besides eating them yourself, you can also leave them for the troops on duty at night.
So giving Huawan an extra breakfast is not a big problem.
While the cook was bringing up the breakfast, Guan Ji secretly glared at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong’s eyes were wandering and he pretended not to see it.
This flower garden is related to his plan to further release the female labor force in the future. He must give her a little sweetness from time to time and coax her to cooperate with his actions.
For this, I have dedicated even my wife to the flower garden, let alone a breakfast?
Hua Wan ate happily, but Feng Yong couldn't sit still. He drank the soy milk in the bowl in one gulp, stood up and said, "I'm done eating, you guys eat slowly."
"Hua Niang, I have already told Guan Shilang about the racecourse. When the time comes, you can go to the racecourse together and discuss anything. If you really can't solve it, come and tell me."
“Hmmmm…”
Feng Yong did not dare to see Guan Ji and was ready to run away.
It's just that he moved quickly, and Guan Ji moved even faster, with quick eyesight and quick hands to catch him, "Where are you going?"
As soon as Guan Ji stood up, Hua Wan quickly stood up and swallowed everything in her mouth. It seemed that she was afraid that Guan Ji would take the opportunity to run away.
"The stone mill outside the city has been finished. I have to go and take a look today."
“Might Feng Changshi have forgotten that today is the day when Chiang Kai-shek joins the army and arrives in Qiongdu? Is it possible that Feng Changshi doesn’t go to see him?”
Guan Ji held Feng Yong's hand tightly and wouldn't let go.
Huawan looked at the two of them tugging and tugging, and immediately clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.
Feng Yong shook his head and said, "What's there to see? It's all over if Meng Taishou just goes to see him. Besides, I'm a prince after all. If I really want to go and greet him, can he afford it when Jiang joins the army?" "
"That's right. Brother Feng has something to do and it's inconvenient to greet him. Guan Langjun, why do you hold him back?"
Huawan said, stepped forward and pulled Guan Ji's hand away, and then held it tightly in her own hand.
Feng Yonggan laughed, not daring to look at Guan Ji’s eyes as she was about to kill someone, and took the opportunity to run away.
In a relatively steep place outside Qiongdu City, a new canal was diverted from the Sunshui River, and a mill was built below the canal where the flow of water was the fastest.
Niu Wa has been leading people in this mill for the past two months to make equipment according to Feng Yong's wishes.
Until today, everything has been built and ready to be installed.
When Feng Yong arrived, Niu Wa hurriedly greeted him, "Master, everything is ready."
Feng Yong nodded and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. This one is almost the same as the water bucket, that is, the stone bucket is replaced by a stone mill. It's very simple."
Shui Lei is a tool that uses water power to shell grains. It appeared no later than the Western Han Dynasty.
Because in the book "Xin Lun" written by Huan Tan of the Western Han Dynasty, it was mentioned: ... and the machine was restored to use donkeys, mules, oxen and horses, and water to pound the meat, which was a hundred times more beneficial.
Among them, "throwing water into the rice and pounding it" means using a water wheel to drive a pole to pound the rice.
With the promotion of new farming tools and advanced farming techniques in recent years, Dahan's grain harvest has always been considered bumper compared to previous years.
Coupled with the emergence of delicious food such as steamed buns and dry food, the Han Dynasty's demand for flour was increasing.
In other words, Xinghanhui had a lot of livestock on hand, and could use cattle, horses and other livestock to grind mills. This barely ensured the supply of flour to the court and Yuexun.
It would take a lot of manpower and time to do it like other people do, and the efficiency is really appallingly low.
After having an urgent need, Feng Yong finally turned his mind to water power: Damn it, if I can’t make a water-powered loom, can’t I make a water mill?
The cattle and horses also need to eat fodder and rest at night. The water mill runs day and night, so the efficiency is low.
Let’s do it!
Although Niu Wa is a bit stupid at studying, she has finally inherited the fine tradition of Ding Er's family who is not good at studying but has strong hands-on skills.
In addition, I also stayed in a school after all, and followed Feng Yong around the world, and my horizons finally broadened.
After listening to Feng Yong’s idea, he could quickly understand what Feng Yong meant and said that the matter was very simple.
This matter is of course simple.
Because the smart working people of ancient China had already helped solve the most difficult part of the water mill hundreds of years ago: the turbine and the rotating shaft.
Originally, Feng Yong thought about adding some gears or covering it with an iron sheet to extend its life, but after carefully observing the physical form of the water typhoon, he gave up the treatment.
Although in the eyes of Feng Yong, who was used to large-scale industrial manufacturing in later generations, hydraulic turbines and rotating shafts made of pure wood were primitive, rough, and typically stupid.
But it can’t stand the fact that the structure is simple. The simple structure means that the maintenance is also simple, not to mention that this thing is much stronger than imagined.
The only drawback is that the efficiency is a bit low, but in this era, compared to human and animal power, it is high efficiency.
Feng Yong fiddled with it for a long time before he discovered that the only modification he could make was to make its blades shrink in shape based on physical principles and the appearance of later generations of water turbines, which could maximize the hydraulic conversion efficiency.
As early as the Western Han Dynasty, water hammers had been widely used. All Niu Wa had to do was to replace the rice pounding tool with a millstone for grinding flour.
At the age of eleven or twelve, Niuwa was able to follow his father's instructions and make a curved shaft plow that he had never seen before. This technical problem would certainly not trouble him.
“When you install it later, pay attention to safety and don’t hurt your hands and feet. The millstone on the hanger must be installed last to avoid falling and hitting people below.”
Feng Yong saw that everything was ready and gave instructions.
The millstone is divided into upper and lower parts. The lower millstone must be installed on the rotating shaft, and the upper millstone must be hung with a hanger. In fact, the principle is the same as the millstone at home when I was a child.
It's just a matter of replacing manpower with water power.
"clear."
“Okay, let’s get started.”
Standing in the room won't help, it will get in the way, and it will also make the craftsmen shrink back. After Feng Yong told them to start, he turned around and walked out, finding a shade to sit down and wait.
There were shouts in the room first, then the creaking of wood, and then the cow boy shouted, "Be careful, nail it with force..."
Feng Yong looked at the water mill in front of him, his mind wandering a little.
The water mill is used for shelling, and the water mill is used for grinding powder. There is another thing that is similar in structure to the water mill and water mill, called a water drain.
That is what Feng Yong wants most, because the water drainage is a device that uses hydraulic blast to smelt iron.
The reason why Feng Yong wanted to tinker with this water mill was actually stimulated by Huang Yueying.
After returning to Jincheng from Nanzhong, Feng Yong went to see Huang Yueying's improved blower, tried it himself, and then expressed his admiration for the national treasure engineer.
Unexpectedly, Huang Yueying's face was calm, and she said that someone in the Later Han Dynasty had made a water pipe that used water power to smelt iron, but it was a pity that she didn't know how to do it. Otherwise, if the blower and water drain can be combined, then the big man will really not have to worry about iron deficiency.
Feng Yong was shocked at the time. He didn't believe Huang Yueying's words at all and felt that she was just bragging.
What the hell, I graduated from a prestigious university, and even though I invented a blower, it still leaked air. You actually told me that two hundred years ago, someone made a hydraulic blasting iron smelting equipment?
Later, Huang Yueying handed over a copy of "Dongguan Han Ji", which indeed recorded the story of Du Shi when he was the prefect of Nanyang, in order to save people's labor, he made water pipes to smelt iron.
Hit Feng Tibi’s face so hard that it became red and swollen.
It is a pity that there are only a few sentences in the book, and the specific structure of the water drainage system is not mentioned at all!
The reason why this water drainage can be recorded in the book is to praise Du Shi for his dedicated service to the people when he was an official. It is fortunate that it is known to others.
What the hell!
Feng Yong was so angry that he almost yelled, "Why don't you remember such an important thing just because it is a craft job and related to a lowly industry?"
Feng Tudi feels like having a baby with a husky!
Now if you want to find the structural diagram of the water drainage system, or find Du Shi's descendants, they may have something written down by their ancestors. But after so many years, who knows who the descendants of Du Shi are?
The second way is to go to Nanyang to find someone who can make water drainage.
Because Du Shi vigorously promoted water drainage in Nanyang back then, and left a lot of water drainage there.
But after decades of chaos in the world, a lot of things have been lost. It is still unknown how many people in Nanyang know how to make water rows.
Because Huang Yueying came from a wealthy family in Jingzhou, she had heard about this before. She just knew that Shuipai and Shuidi were similar, so she really wanted to try to make it, but it would not happen overnight.
More importantly, Huang Yueying now has to take care of her fetus and can't put too much thought into it, so the restoration work of the water drainage system was simply stopped later.
Without the technical support of professionals, Feng Yong had no choice but to retreat and build a simpler one: water mill.
Practice your hands first and accumulate some experience. Maybe with more experience, you can figure out how to drain water?
I don’t know how long it took, but Niuwa ran out from inside, with a happy face, “The master’s house is safe now.”
"Oh?" Feng Yong stood up and patted his butt, "Has the water in the canal been drained?"
“I’ve asked people to go ahead and put it away.”
“Okay, let’s go inside and have a look.”
Walking into the mill, you can see that the millstone on the hanger and the millstone on the rotating shaft have been meshed together. They are waiting for the water from the canal to rush over, drive the water turbine, and then drive the millstone to rotate through the rotating shaft.
Although it is very simple, it already has a power mechanism, a transmission mechanism and a working mechanism, and it can be regarded as the most rudimentary complex machine.
(End of this chapter)