Chapter 531

The water rushed down the canal, and at first it was a cloud of muddy water, which hit the water wheel, and the rotating shaft began to rotate, and the stone mill mounted on the rotating shaft also rotated.

"It's moving!"

Everyone fixed their eyes on the stone mill, and when they saw this situation, there was a burst of excitement.

"Put the wheat on it and try."

Feng Yong was equally delighted, and hurriedly ordered.

The wheat that had been prepared earlier was poured into the entrance hole of the stone mill, and after a while, the slightly gray flour began to overflow.

"well!"

Feng Yonggang yelled, but unexpectedly the stone mill gradually turned slower and slower, and finally made a few "clicks" before it stopped moving.

"what happened?"

Niuwa became anxious when he saw it, and he was about to look down.

"Don't die?"

Feng Yong was taken aback, pulled him back, and shouted sharply, "What did I tell you at the beginning? I told you to pay attention to safety. If you probe down like this, how many heads will be twisted?"

"Master..."

Niuwa shrank his neck from being scolded, looked down unwillingly, and murmured, not daring to speak again.

The stone mill next to it seemed to be responding to Feng Yong's words, and suddenly began to "chock" again.

The corners of Feng Yong's mouth twitched, has this motherfucker become a jerk?

Unexpectedly, it just turned twice and stopped again.

Fuck!

Feng Yong kicked twice in anger.

Niuwa scratched his ears and turned around the stone mill, sweating profusely from anxiety. He really didn't expect that after two months of hard work, the things carefully made were so unsatisfactory.

But this thing didn't exist before, and I didn't even know where the problem was.

Feng Yong frowned, pondered for a moment, patted the millstone, and said, "Go, ask the higher-ups to amplify the water more."

Someone in the crowd immediately ran out.

After a while, there was a louder sound of water flowing, and the millstone started to rotate again.

"Moved……"

Niuwa said excitedly, and glanced at Feng Yong with admiration: I couldn't see the problem with the things I made with my own hands, so why can I see the faults at a glance?

Feng Yong's face was calm, but he didn't care about everyone's admiring eyes, "Put the wheat on it."

At the same time, I feel a little disdainful. The three major structures: power structure, transmission structure, and working structure. The working structure is a millstone. What can go wrong with such two stones?

The transmission structure is a straight log, and there will be no problems.

The only problem is the dynamic structure.

If there is a problem with the power structure, it is either insufficient power or a problem with the equipment itself.

There is no way to determine the equipment problem for the time being, so first check the power energy problem.

Fortunately, this is not a problem with equipment, but with insufficient hydraulic power.

A sack of wheat was quickly ground, more than ten times faster than manpower.

The millstone was still turning and there was no sign of stopping, which seemed normal.

Feng Yong picked up the flour and looked at it. In fact, the flour made by the stone mill is not fine enough, but as long as it is so fine in this era, why?

Not having to eat anti-human food like wheat rice is a huge improvement.

He clapped his hands, and then smiled, "It's done."

The crowd who had been watching carefully and holding their breath, fearing that there would be another problem, cheered again.

"Everyone has worked hard these days. This water mill is made, and everyone is credited. Tonight, I will ask the cafeteria to add food to everyone. I will reward everyone. Meatloaf is enough."

So the cheers grew louder.

Feng Yong turned his head and said to Niu Wa, "In the past two days, you continue to try this water mill. See how much water should be put in this canal."

If the disc turns too fast, the grind will not be fine enough.

Turn too slow and not efficient.

"Find out the most suitable water flow, write it down when the time comes, and do it accordingly in the future."

After working for a long time, seeing that the time for lunch was almost over, Feng Yong ordered, "Hang up this millstone and put it away. You guys have something to eat first, and the baby boy will stay here."

In Yuexi, for the Yi people, it is difficult to guarantee two meals a day, and it is normal to eat a meal when they are hungry.

Feng Yong's arrival allowed them to eat twice a day and still be full, which made them extremely grateful.

Three meals a day has become the norm, only in Nanxiang.

For these artisans, their lunch is actually steamed buns and hot soup, and at most they can order some preserved vegetables to eat with them.

After everyone went out, Feng Yong took out a notebook and smiled with charcoal, and sighed, "You tell me, I'll write, and tell me in detail how to build this water mill and how to install it."

Niu Wa smiled embarrassedly, leaned over and began to explain to Feng Yong.

Although basic education is promoted in Nanxiang, there are still too few talents available.

It is already rare to gather a group of teams to handle various affairs for themselves.

As for analyzing information, summarizing it, and making decisions, you still have to rely on yourself.

Just like the simplest water mill like today, Feng Yong still needs to do it himself, draw the parts diagram, write the production process, etc.

"If you can put your heart into reading, I won't have to do such trivial things myself."

Holding a charcoal pencil, Feng Yong drew a perspective view of the water mill along the ruler made of wood chips, chattering.

Niuwa didn't speak, he stared straight, and looked at the things drawn by the master without blinking, thinking that the pen in the master's hand was really miraculous.

The structure of the water mill is clear at a glance, plus the various parts and installation process drawn next to it, as long as someone can get these pages, a water mill can be made according to the above diagram.

After all, he personally worked on improving the water turbine, the most important part of the water mill, so Feng Yong still knew the water mill very well, so he wrote and drew, and finished it soon.

Although the perspective drawing is not standard, it can barely be seen.

Once again, I would like to thank various university subjects such as "Linear Algebra", "Cartography", and "Analytic Geometry". Before, they made many people almost go crazy.

Although Feng Yong didn't go crazy, he was struggling, and he always felt that learning was useless, and now he finally realized that he was wrong.

Damn you all look down on handicrafts, I just want to do the opposite, I not only have to write it down, but also print it out.

I picked it up and looked at it carefully, trying to check if there was anything missing, but the light suddenly dimmed.

"What are you doing? Step aside, don't you see that I'm writing?"

Feng Yong thought it was Niu Wa who came over to look at it, so he pushed it impatiently.

"Your Majesty is really very elegant, to be able to study in such a place."

Feng Yong was startled, why didn't the voice belong to Niuwa?

Turning his head to look, he saw a handsome middle-aged man standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"Oh! When did Jiang Canjun come? I was really rude just now."

It was really surprising that Jiang Wan appeared here, and Feng Yong hurriedly greeted him.

"A certain person just arrived in Yuexuan and didn't see Junhou. He heard people say that Yuejuan was newly settled. Everything was busy and Junhou had no time, so he thought of coming over to have a look."

Jiang Wan took a look at the mill, and was a little surprised by the millstone that was still spinning non-stop. She walked over and tentatively reached out to touch it to make sure her eyesight was fine.

He circled the millstone twice, and finally raised his head in disbelief, looking at Feng Yong in horror, "Is this the millstone made by Junhou?"

"It's a mill, but I didn't make it, it was made by the people under my hand. I just came up with an idea. In fact, it's mainly due to me, the farmer."

Feng Yong pointed to Niu Wa.

Jiang Wan glanced at Niu Wa, nodded slightly, and then looked at Feng Yong, "Why should you be humble, Junhou? Junhou is good at making camp utensils, and it's not like Wan has never seen it in Nanxiang."

As he said that, he stretched his neck desperately and looked down the rotating shaft, as if he wanted to see clearly what was going on below, which made people worry that he might accidentally fall down.

Fortunately, Jiang Wan's safety awareness is higher than Niu Wa's, and he didn't intend to poke his head into it, but heard him praise, "There is a saying in the Book of Changes: same destination but different routes, unanimity but many worries, I have seen it today." .This millstone is similar to that water pestle?"

"It is indeed similar."

"Can Wan Yi see how it works?"

Jiang Wan looked at Feng Yong longingly like a child seeing a favorite toy.

"What's so hard about it? Just get the millstone down on this hanger. Come on, put the millstone up there."

Feng Yong directed Niu Wa, and then poured the wheat onto it himself.

Seeing the flour continuously overflowing, Jiang Wan's face was full of joy, "With this thing, you don't need to work hard to grind wheat in the future. My lord, what is the name of this thing?"

"The water mill, like the water mill, is made of water, so it is called a water mill."

"Okay, I wonder how difficult it is to build this water mill? Can the common people use it?"

In recent years, although the imperial court has vigorously promoted the cultivation of wheat, in this way, a considerable part of the arable land can be grown for a season of grain, which is why the Dahan is now abundant in grain.

But nine out of ten of the flour consumption is from the imperial court and aristocratic families.

It is good for ordinary people to have enough to eat. How can there be any chance to grind flour to make steamed buns?

"It's similar to a water reef. If a family of ordinary people wants to build it, I'm afraid it will be difficult, and non-big households can't build it. If the common people want to use it, it's not impossible. That is to gather the strength of a village and cooperate to build it. Then everyone can build it." Take turns."

Flour milling. I used to watch TV and movies or read some literary works. I know that until the liberation, in many places, the whole village worked together to build a water mill, and everyone queued up to use it in turn.

Of course, there are also rich and powerful families who build one themselves, and poor people borrow it and pay some rent fees.

Those who have livestock at home use oxen and donkeys to pull the mill in their own yard.

There is a class of vicious landlords who are more insane, and those who love livestock are directly let the long-term workers pull the grinder, thus accumulating a lot of class conflicts...

"I didn't expect the prince to be so sympathetic to the common people, and even thought of such a way."

Jiang Wan praised him again and again.

Feng Yong glanced sideways: It's boring, very boring! This Jiang Wan was afraid that he would keep this forging method and not pass it on to the world, so he would flatter himself like this. Am I such a money-losing person?

Feng Yong naturally didn't think about making money with this thing.

After all, the structures of water mills and water pestles are similar. Others can make them after a few glances and hard work. After all, many inventions in this world are actually separated by a thin layer of paper.

Even if Feng Yong kept his hands on it, the water mill made by others would at most have a backward structure of the water turbine, which would not be as efficient as the improved one.

"Jiang Canjun, you have come from such a long distance, you must be tired, why don't you take a good rest, come to me so eagerly, is there something wrong?"

Meng Yan is very incompetent as the prefect!

Why don't you treat the people sent by the prime minister well? And when Jiang Wan came, he didn't follow, it was really rude, maybe he didn't want to do it anymore?

When Jiang Wan heard this, he was shocked, and then remembered that he had an important mission, and secretly said, "I almost ruined the big event", so he quickly said, "This time, Wan was ordered by the prime minister, and I have something to tell the prince, so That's why I came here in a hurry to find Junhouer."

Zhuge old demon specially sent Jiang Wan to find him?

Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat, can you talk properly? I don't know that I have a shadow in my heart towards the prime minister?

"Prime...the prime minister wants to tell me something?"

Feng Tubie felt a little inexplicably nervous, don't you plan to grab my wool again and eat the rich?

Jiang Wan looked at Niu Wa.

"You go out first."

Feng Yong understood and told Niu Wa to say.

Then he walked to the door and said to Bu Qu who was guarding the door, "Everyone must not come within ten feet."

Then he turned around and came back, asking, "I wonder if the prime minister has anything to tell Yu Yong?"

"Cao Pi is dead."

"Cao Pi? Which Cao Pi?"

Feng Yong didn't react for a while.

Staying in the big man these years, living a happy life, owning a house, a field and a lovely wife, and several listed companies that make a lot of money under their names, cooperating with the emperor and queen, and working with a large group of brothers who call themselves brothers Partner, who the hell cares about the outside world?

"It is Cao Pi who compiled the Han and established himself."

"That Cao Pi?"

Feng Yong screamed.

"right."

Jiang Wan's eyes were fixed on Feng Yong.

After Feng Yong yelled in surprise, his expression was cloudy and clear, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he sighed, "It's too early to die."

"What does your lord mean by this?"

Jiang Wan's expression changed, and he asked quickly.

"It would be fine if I died two years later, or even a year later."

Feng Yong seemed to be muttering to himself, and seemed to be explaining to Jiang Wan, "If this is the case, the Northern Expedition of the Great Han Dynasty will be easily captured. At that time, let alone Longyou, or Guanzhong, you can follow the trend."

Jiang Wan was shocked!

This son turned out to be the only one who could associate with the prime minister!

"It's a pity, it's a pity, the big man's foundation is weak, and now he has just flattened Nanzhong, no matter what, it will take a year before he can use his sword again. He missed such a good opportunity."

Feng Yong felt really sorry, what a great opportunity!

If there is no opposition between the south and the middle, after three years of recuperation, the big man took this opportunity to join forces with Soochow, and suddenly the Northern Expedition caused Cao Wei's domestic turmoil, and he would face the pincer attack of Han and Wu.

The big man won Longyou, so he might try to take advantage of the situation to attack Guanzhong.

Even if they can't beat Guanzhong, at least they can buy a lot of time for digesting Longyou.

Feng Yong said this, but Jiang Wan became more and more astonished the more he listened.

At the beginning when the news of Cao Pi's death came, everyone in the big man was happy and encouraged, but the prime minister looked pale and lamented that the heaven did not bless the big man.

Unexpectedly, this son would think of this joint immediately after hearing the news.

Just for this point alone, this son surpasses all the princes in the court!

The more Feng Yong thought about it, the more pity he felt, he let out a "tsk" and shook his head.

"Now Cao Wei is definitely in turmoil. The big man missed the opportunity of the Northern Expedition. Can the monarch have a remedy?"

Jiang Wan asked respectfully with an admiration on his face.

Feng Yong looked up and saw Jiang Wan's appearance, he was startled immediately, "Why does Jiang Canjun look like this?"

"If you hear the words of a sage, you should listen respectfully."

"Who is the sage?"

Feng Yong looked left and right, then pointed at himself cheekily, and pointed to Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan nodded, with a dignified expression, and asked repeatedly, "Wan Gong asked the Lord, is there a remedy for this?"

Seeing Jiang Wan's appearance, Feng Yong's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help becoming serious, "Is this a question from the prime minister, or a question from Jiang Canjun?"

"The princes and marquises in Nanzhong countermeasures against the prime minister, once talked about the Northern Expedition, so the prime minister sent Wan to ask about it, and this is also Wan's question at the same time."

"Let me think about it."