Chapter 657: Guarding against guests is like guarding against thieves

Chapter 657 Guarding guests is the same as guarding against thieves

Everyone followed her eyes and looked at her.

Hao Huashi is used to circle the territory. Wherever he goes, he tramples around a few times. He knows what the little master is looking at just by looking at it.

He withdrew his gaze, and quickly glanced at Yuan Shenjue, seeing that he was still staring in that direction seriously, obviously trying to figure out why the little master felt strange.

Hao Hua made a decisive decision, picked up the little master, and rushed to that place a few steps like flying: "Master, this apprentice brought you closer."

He jumped over in a few steps, didn't let her go when he arrived, and shook her with a smile: "Master, are you looking at this?"

Xinbao didn't notice anything wrong at all, she nodded, "That's right!"

There is a waterwheel in front of you.

There are waterwheels in many places, but most of the waterwheels in other places are pedaled; in some places, the water flow is turbulent, and scrapers can be installed next to the buckets, and the scrapers drive the buckets. The hydraulic power that Xinbao thought at that time was this. Design ideas.

But she didn't think about it, the moat is a man-made river, it is very calm, more like a lake, and the scraper is not enough to turn the waterwheel.

Then how is this transferred?

Xinbao shook his legs, got off the ground, walked carefully to the river, and looked carefully.

Yuan Shen Jue followed her earlier, casually held her by the collar of her back, and looked over there too.

The moat is about fifteen or six feet wide. It can be clearly seen that when the water reaches a high place, it will encounter a small organ, and then pass through a tall bamboo bridge and flow into a courtyard not far away.

Xinbao was curious to death, and pointed: "Xinbao wants to go and have a look."

"Go, go," Hao Huashi said, "I know there is a bridge not far away."

He wanted to pick up the little master again, but Xinbao politely refused: "I'll go by myself."

Hao Huashi regretfully let go, and then they walked around the bridge, arrived at Beichang Street, and walked all the way to the side of the waterwheel.

Xinbao knelt down and took a serious look, very curious, but she only knew superficially about this and couldn't see the reason at all.

And when you walk here, you can smell the fragrance of flowers. Obviously, there are many flowers in this house, and the water should be drawn for watering the flowers.

This house doesn’t look very big, at most it’s just a courtyard with two or three entrances. Inside, you can see a small two-story building, but there is no door hairpin on the lintel, so it should be just a commoner.

Hao Huashi didn't need to be told, and went to knock on the door directly.

After a while, someone said: "Who is it?"

Hao Huashi smiled and said, "Is the young master at home?"

Unexpectedly, the door was not opened inside, and only said: "Who are you?"

Hao Huashi pretended that he couldn't tell that the other person didn't want to open the door, and said, "I'm your young master's friend."

The voice inside paused, and said: "Don't be kidding, the young master is not here."

Xinbao couldn't help but said: "We are not bad people! We just want to ask how your waterwheel turns!"

The man didn't seem to expect that there was a child, his voice paused, and he continued: "Sorry, the young master is not here."

Tuanzi was a little discouraged, turned to look at Yuan Shenjue, Yuan Shenjue asked her: "Does Xinbao really want to know?"

Tuanzi nodded, and Yuan Shenjue signaled Yanke to come forward, and was about to reveal his identity, when a clear voice suddenly said: "Let them in."

The slightly older voice answered, and slowly opened the door. Seeing so many people outside the door, he just froze.

Hao Huashi smiled and said: "You old man is really strange. How can you guard against guests like you guard against thieves? It seems that others are going to harm your young master. In broad daylight, beside the palace, who would dare to harm others?"

Yuan Shen Juedao: "I am also in Longxiangwei, who is your youngest?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then he raised his chest: "Commander Longxiangwei Xiang Xiaodong!"

Xinbao let out an ooh and patted his chest: "Xinbao knows him very well! We are good friends!"

Yuan Shen Jue asked: "Do you want to invite Sir Xiang to come over?"

Xinbao took a look inside, only saw a screened wall, and replied: "No need?"

The old man was also stunned, apparently it was the first time he met someone who was not overwhelmed by the young master, so he had to bring them in.

Turn around the screen wall, and you will see a courtyard full of flowers. The small bamboo bridge leads to this side, and then flows down through a series of small bamboo tubes and flows into the flower pots.

Not far away stood a person on the porch, who looked to be in his twenties, with a pale face but a gentle expression, and bowed his hands to them: "Everyone, please don't blame me for being rude."

Xinbao hadn't looked at the flowers carefully yet, when she turned her head, she was taken aback.

The man's leg was completely broken from the middle of the thigh, but it seemed to be connected with a wooden artificial leg, so he could stand.

Hao Huashi also smiled and said, "Excuse me, what's your name, brother?"

"The surname is Xiang," the man said, "Xiang Xiaojun. Who are they?"

"My surname is Hao," Hao Huashi said eagerly, "Hey! You don't have to be so nervous, we are really not bad people, we really have no malicious intentions! We just passed by here and thought the windmill was so amazing. , how it turned around, so I was curious and wanted to ask.”

Looked at Xiao Jun for a few people, and without asking for their names, he said with a smile: "Several people, please come in and sit down."

He turned around to lead, and his knees could be bent. Although he walked slowly, he was very balanced.

Xinbao felt it was impolite and tried not to look at his legs.

But from her perspective, it is really quite clear. The leg is obviously made into a round shape imitating a human leg, and there are shoes on the bottom. If you don't stare at it, you can't even tell that it is a prosthetic leg.

There were only two chairs in the room, and the rest were small benches. Tuanzi was quite happy, and finally found a stool that suited her, so she sat down directly.

Hao Huashi was a fine person, seeing Xiang Xiaojun's movements, he thought that his legs might not be able to sit so short, so he immediately pulled him up, pushed him to the chair, and then took the small bench to sit on the small bench. beside the master.

Saying sorry to Xiao Jun, he sat down.

Then Xinbao turned his eyes wide and took a look. This is not so much a living room as it is a workshop. There are a lot of wood piled up there. He obviously likes this. There are many things that he doesn’t know what to do.

The old servant from before served tea, and then stood by the door, as if guarding the master every step of the way.

Xiang Xiaojun was very calm.

He opened a box next to it, picked out a piece of paper, and said, "This is the drawing of the waterwheel, and I can give it to you."

Xinbao was curious, so she walked over, Yuan Shenjue casually lifted her into the chair, Xinbao took the drawing and glanced at it, then was dumbfounded... she couldn't understand it at all.

Xiang Xiaojun explained to her: "When you come from the other side, you should be able to see a thick shaft in the middle, and the mechanism in the shaft is inclined. When the water bucket is filled with water, it bites upwards, and then it is like It’s like a scale beam, tilted up...the waterwheel turns, and the water reaches the highest point, and then pushes it like this, the water bucket tilts over, and the water flows out..."

Xinbao: "..."

I didn’t understand it.

But at least she knows, this is also the principle of using gears.

Xinbao sincerely praised: "You are so amazing! You are so smart!"

(end of this chapter)

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