Chapter 7 Plow
Feng Yong finally couldn't control his legs, kicked him over, and cursed: "Go away! Can a piece of paper be used as a family heirloom? Give it to you, give it all to you, if you don't let me make the things you made, Satisfied, let’s see how I deal with you!”
Ding Er was kicked, but he became more natural. After listening to Feng Yong's words, he quickly put the paper into his arms, gave another big salute, and then ran away with a smile.
The butler on the side finally couldn't help but laugh, pointed at the old man Ding who ran away, laughed at Feng Yong, and said: "It's because Ding Er took advantage of the master, and he is a good thing with a sense of culture, just give it to him like this." He is gone. This thing will probably have a harder waist than others when he goes back."
The picture above is the real baby, okay? What's so precious about a piece of paper? Forget it, in fact, paper is a very rare thing these days, and Feng Yong once again felt powerless. Well, before the artifact is released and shows its power, how can the world know how precious the drawings of the artifact are?
"Oh, I'm so angry!" Feng Yong slapped his head. There was also a drawing of an iron pot and a stove in his arms. He originally wanted to ask Old Man Ding if he could make an iron pot after explaining the Qu Yuanli. Now that I was interrupted, I forgot about it. Immediately he reached into his arms, took out another piece of paper, handed it to the housekeeper, and said, "For this matter, I have to trouble Uncle Zhao to run over and build a new stove for the house. Just follow the instructions above, and then build an iron stove like this." Pot. I have my own uses."
I have wanted to make an iron pot for a long time, but I have never had the chance. Now I am taking advantage of the opportunity of renovating the curved shaft plow to make it together.
"Iron?" The steward looked at the drawings for a while, "But I don't know how big the master wants to make it?"
"Not big, just like this, smaller than a millstone." Feng Yong gestured to the housekeeper and made an arc with his hand, "Pay attention to smoothing both the inside and the outside. Do you understand what smooth means? That's it. ,so…"
This time it was the housekeeper's turn to have a toothache, and he gasped: "Master, this 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 at home to buy chickens."
The housekeeper doesn't feel sorry for Silk Silk. In these days, food is the foundation, and the Feng family has not yet been able to save money.
"You can buy fewer chickens. If you can't raise three hundred, then raise a hundred. There will be more later. But this thing can't be delayed any longer. For me, I would rather not raise chickens, but this thing It’s essential.”
The steward nodded, "From what the Lord said, it seems that this item is extremely important. I will arrange it as soon as possible."
“That’s because this thing can’t be made, and eating meat is tasteless!”
Most of the current cooking methods involve boiling, which means putting food in a clay pot, boiling it with water, and boiling it into a paste. At most, you can add some ingredients and serve it on the table. If you can eat meat at home, you can also grill it and sprinkle some salt after baking. The key is that most people can't eat meat. The last step is frying, for example, frying the cabbage. Take a clay pot and put it on the fire, then spread the cabbage flat on it. After frying the water, it is served, even the ingredients are omitted.
Now that the conditions have finally changed, Feng Yong simply can’t wait.
Ding Er’s work ability is good and very efficient. At noon on the third day, he rushed to Feng Yong who was fishing with the finished plow.
“Alas! Stop, stop, stop, what are you doing? You scared all the fish away.” Feng Yong was startled, and stood up and yelled at Ding Er.
“Plough…” Ding Er’s clumsy mouth and tongue make people want to kick him at the first glance. He pointed to the plow on the ground, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "It's done, please take a look at it."
So fast? Of course Feng Yong saw the plow, but he still found it unbelievable. After looking at Ding Er's eyes, which were filled with red bloodshot eyes, he realized that it seemed that this guy started working immediately as soon as he returned. He probably stayed up late to get out. He is an activist. But even so, in Feng Yong's opinion, the speed is a bit fast?
The housekeeper who was following behind arrived panting at this time, and then he bent over while holding on to the willow tree next to him, gasping for air and unable to speak for a while.
Feng Yong bent down and looked at the first curved shaft plow in the history of the world. Well, it was good. The carpenter's skills were pretty good. It was made entirely of wood. Although the plow was divided into several parts and then put together again, when Feng Yong held it After shaking the handle of the plow vigorously, I felt that all parts were cleverly and tightly connected together, and the entire curved shaft plow gave people a sense of oneness. Of course, it can't compare to the all-iron construction of later generations, but it's pretty good to be able to do this.
"Master, in a small family with a small family, it is all thanks to the Master that we can have enough food to eat, but you still want iron? That's all, Ding Er and his three children drove them out together for two nights. . In a hurry, it is reasonable to make the master dissatisfied, that is, let the master take a look and see where it needs to be modified." The butler finally regained his breath and hurriedly explained beside him.
Feng Yong smashed his mouth and felt embarrassed again. He still couldn't break away from his previous thinking. Farmers who have been working in the farmland all their lives would rarely see a few pieces of iron. It turns out that there are three sons at home to help, no wonder it can be made in two days.
"Well, Uncle Zhao, aren't our family going to the city to make iron pots? Ask Ding Er to make a plowshare based on this. Then we will take the plowshare to the city and ask the blacksmith to make an iron plate and set it on it. "
The land must be plowed deeply so that more grain can be harvested. Without an iron plowshare, how can deep plowing be done?
"Old servant knows." Butler Zhao responded, turned around and kicked Ding Er, "What are you doing standing still? You didn't hear what the master said, go and make another plowshare."
Ding Er was kicked, but he giggled, glanced at the housekeeper gratefully, saluted Feng Yong, and turned around to leave with the plow on his shoulders.
"Wait a minute," Feng Yong suddenly thought of something, "all three of your sons helped with this plow?"
“Go back to the master’s house, yes.” Ding Er replied with a blank look on his face.
“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. The oldest is twenty-three and the youngest is thirty-two."
“Well, let’s forget it, boss. Among the remaining children, choose a smarter one and send them to the house to work. They can be boys or girls. The house is short of manpower recently.”
It seems that Ding Er and his wife are quite powerful. They gave birth to three boys in three consecutive years.
“Huh?” Ding Er was confused again.
"Ah what?" The butler looked on with disbelief and kicked him again, "Why don't you thank the master quickly? It's such a great thing!"
This butler's feet are quite strong, and he kicked Ding Er staggering with one strong kick.
Ding Er then realized what he was doing, threw away the plow, and hurriedly threw himself down and kowtowed in front of Feng Yong.
“Stop!” Feng Yong flashed to the side, “I don’t want to kowtow anymore.”
Chouji immediately got up quickly.
The quality of this wooden plow is really good. Feng Yong ignored Ding Er, who was so excited that he almost twisted his body into a twist, and stood up the wooden plow to look at it carefully. Just now, Ding Er suddenly threw the wooden plow on his shoulder to the ground. Feng Yong was 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.
"Not bad." Feng Yong let go of the wooden plow, clapped his hands, and said to Ding Er, "Just keep it like this and make another one soon." He turned to the housekeeper and said, "Uncle Zhao, one iron plowshare is not enough, so I'd better make one Just two."
Originally I just wanted to make one first to see if it could be used, but now I didn't expect that in addition to not being as heavy as the later generations, the appearance of this wooden curved shaft plow is not too different from that of later generations, and the quality is passable - at least it is not as good as the one that cannot be used for deep plowing. Compared with the straight-shaft plow, this one can definitely plow the ground deeper. If there are two oxen at home, it is natural to make two more. It doesn’t cost much to make an extra plowshare.
As for why Ding Er was asked to let a child come to work in the house, it was naturally because Feng Yong was preparing for the chicken raising business. Although it is said that the chicks will be purchased after planting in the summer, it does not mean that preparations should not be made in advance now. Anyway, there are so many children in Chouji's family, so it doesn't matter if one less person helps.
(End of this chapter)