Chapter 162 Hysteria

   "Brother, what is Tsinghua University and Peking University?"

  Thinking that something happened, Zhao Guang, who followed him, was very sensitive to reading these days. Hearing this, he immediately asked.

  Feng Yong held Ah Mei's head and was still looking at it carefully. Hearing this, he replied without turning his head: "It is the first mountain gate of the big man."

  Zhao Guang's eyes widened, "Worse than your elder brother's master?"

   "That's natural."

   "Isn't that number one in the world?"

fart! Where do you put Cambridge, MA?

   But after thinking about it, at this time the big man is number one, saying he is number one in the world, so there seems to be nothing wrong with it?

  Feng Yong felt very ashamed that future generations would not live up to it. He couldn't answer this question at all, so he simply stopped answering.

Amei's face was already blushing, she wanted to regain the autonomy of her head, but the person holding her head was her master, so she had to close her eyes and dare not move, let the master see enough.

  He was just trembling all over, apparently so shy that he was about to faint.

   "Ahem, brother, this, this spinning wheel that Amei mentioned, is there anything special about it?"

  Wang Xun was more prudent after all. Seeing that his elder brother seemed to be a little bit out of control, and actually acted so boldly in front of everyone, he coughed dryly and said something.

   "Of course it's special."

  Feng Yong finally let go of Amei's head, turned around and looked at all kinds of strange-shaped wood in the room, and kicked it with his feet, "Mopan, didn't you hear what Amei said just now?"

   "What millstone? Make a spinning wheel look like a millstone?"

  Zhao Guang was straightforward and asked directly.

  Feng Yong ignored this guy who used his cerebellum as his brain, turned around and looked at the others, his eyes fell on Gouzi, and asked, "Does Gouzi know?"

  Gouzi showed a rare look of shame and shook his head.

   "It's not your fault, you're still young."

  Feng Yong is not too demanding. In his own village, there is a figure like Huang Daopo in the Han Dynasty, which is already considered a burst of talent. If there is another evildoer, then Feng Yong can consider whether he is the real destiny.

   "Who made these?"

  Feng Yong bent down to pick up a round wooden block, the workmanship was too rough, and it was clearly a failure at first glance.

   The grinding disc Ah Mei mentioned is probably only understood by Feng Yong. To put it bluntly, it is to use the principle of eccentric wheel to drive the spinning wheel to rotate.

  The log block in the hand does not have this concept at all, so naturally it does not have the function of power transmission.

   Today's spinning wheels are all hand-cranked, that is, when spinning, one hand should be used to rotate the spinning wheel and the other hand to pull the thread. The two hands not only need to cooperate closely, but also pay attention to the speed.

  This job looks simple, but it is very skillful and requires long hours of practice.

  Han women have been doing this job since they were young, and it has almost become an instinct, so they don't think it is difficult.

  The daughter of Qianghu has already passed the best learning age, her hands and feet are stiff, and she doesn't have the atmosphere of weaving. Once the two hands are slightly unable to cooperate, the thread will be broken, which is why she is called stupid.

   "Returning to the Lord, it is... sister Amei asked Xiao to do it."

  Niuwa replied in a low voice.

   Sure enough, it was because of a lack of understanding that it was not possible to make the appearance that Amei wanted?

  The best craftsmanship in Feng Zhuang is naturally Dinger's family. Niuwa and Yaomei are both from Dinger's family.

   At that time, Feng Yong was going to be the first Quyuanli. It seemed that Ding Er's family had all the men in the battle, and Niuwa naturally participated in it, which shows that Niuwa still knows some carpentry.

   "I did it wrong, it's not like this, and I can't move it like this."

  Feng Yong casually threw away the wooden block on his hands, clapped his hands, and saw that Niuwa was like a dog, with a face full of shame, and a burst of abnormal satisfaction in his heart.

   Shame! How embarrassing!

As a time traveler, I keep talking about advanced production tools as a concrete manifestation of advanced productivity, but I have already decided to vigorously develop the wool textile industry, but I have never thought about changing the outdated tool like the hand spinning wheel. It's a shame to improve your work efficiency.

  If it wasn't for my housekeeper, Zhao Shuhui, who had a good eye for people and singled out Amei, how long would it take to change the spinning wheel?

   Now Feng Yong feels that he has been reduced to the point where he beat Niu Wa to gain a sense of superiority.

  The most important thing about the spinning wheel is to make the sheave spin. As for the power, it can be hand-cranked, pedal-operated, or even hydraulic. Feng Yong did not have extravagant hopes for hydraulic power, the amount of work was too large.

  However, it is a very simple matter to turn the crank into a pedal. The most important thing is to make an eccentric wheel as a conversion power device, and the rest of the parts are not much different from the manual structure, or there is no difference at all.

   The basic idea, Amei has already said it, that is, the millstone is somewhat similar.

   The concept of an eccentric wheel may be difficult to understand for people of this era, but for Feng Yong, he has not only seen it, but also operated it himself.

  When I was young, every household had a sewing machine. Feng Yong's family is no exception. It's just that since he can remember, the one at home has broken down, and his parents put the sewing machine in the sewing cabinet, and then put the cabinet in Feng Yong's house as a desk.

  Boys are active and like to use their hands.

Sewing machines are different from manual sewing needles. As for why they are different, Feng Yong really can't figure it out, so he turned the broken sewing machine out of the cabinet more than once, and then imitated the appearance of an adult, stepping on it. pedal and see how it works.

   There were even a few times when Feng Yong wanted to cut off the belt on the sewing machine and burn it for fun, but he gave up because he was too weak and didn't have any tools at hand.

  The principle of eccentric wheel, plus the principle of gears and levers, well, the basics of high school physics are almost enough.

   "I'm sorry, my lord, it's the servant girl who has violated her duty."

   Amei, who had kept her eyes closed all the time, heard this, probably because she was afraid that she would implicate the three of them, so she quickly opened her eyes and confessed her mistake.

  Although Amei is Feng Yong's personal maid, it stands to reason that the servants in Feng's residence respect her.

  But she was only brought up temporarily, and she was born as a bureaucrat, so the prestige of those who are usually in the manor is not as prestigious as that of Yaomei, who is also a personal maid.

  So the ones she can order are probably the young Gouzi and Niuwa who are familiar with her.

  Although Gouzi is smart, he has never done this kind of work after all. It is estimated that he is just a helper. The main force of carpentry should be Niuwa.

  Niuwa can naturally do carpentry, but he is definitely not as proficient as those old carpenters, let alone understand Amei's ideas.

  An old carpenter came over. He has done a lot of work and seen a lot of work. Maybe he can make it the way Amei wants.

  Although Amei has ideas, they are only ideas, and she doesn't know how to do it herself.

  The research dogs in the laboratory and the engineering dogs in field operations, could they be the same breed?

  So these people probably have been tinkering with this thing for a while.

  Unfortunately, there is no theoretical support, and the actual operation is not good, so I can only make a bunch of failed products.

   "Admit what is wrong?" Feng Yong glanced at Amei strangely, "You did the right thing, and I will reward you later."

   As he spoke, he sat down in front of the spinning wheel and stared blankly at the spinning wheel.

  Amei's thought was like a key, opening the door of Feng Yong's memory, and he began to try hard to recall every bit of the spinning wheel in his previous life.

   "Damn, why didn't I graduate with a major in textile engineering?" Feng Yong thought for a long time, and then found to his annoyance that he had never seen a spinning wheel except for the appearance of it in the book.

  Except for Huang Daopo in the language documents, it seems that there are only history books related to textiles.

  But whether it is a language document or a history book, it is all about how many years it was ahead of the world at that time. The question is, where is the lead? How to do it is not mentioned at all.

   At that time, I was just blindly proud, and the pride was gone, and I didn't even know how it was made.

   FAIL, REALLY FAIL.

  Following that, the enclosure movement is British, and the cannibalism of sheep is also British. The Jenny machine seems to be invented by the British, right? Is it water power?

  Feng Yong really can’t remember clearly, he only remembers that the first industrial revolution started in workshops with river water.

  But these are meaningless to modify the hand spinning wheel in front of you.

  The people in the room looked at Feng Yong suddenly as if possessed by a demon, and sat there motionless with dull eyes, muttering to themselves, but they didn't know what they were talking about.

  At first, he thought he was thinking about something, but he didn't dare to make a sound at the moment, for fear of interrupting his train of thought.

   "Zi Shi, tell me, brother will be fine, right?"

   After a while, it was Zhao Guang who couldn't bear it first. He touched Wang Xun lightly and said something.

   "Keep your voice down, brother is thinking about something."

   Wang Xun reminded.

   "Don't you think there's something wrong with the elder brother's appearance?" Zhao Guang looked at Feng Yong firmly, and continued, "Isn't he possessed by a demon?"

  Psychopaths have broad minds?

  Wang Xun glanced at Zhao Guang strangely. Naturally, he would not have thought of such a disrespectful sentence to Zhao Guangguang, but the first thing that came to his mind was whether the second brother Zhao's thoughts were disrespectful to his elder brother? .

   "Don't forget, my brother had hysteria before."

  Zhao Guang understood Wang Xun's eyes, and was anxious, so he dug out Feng Yong's previous dark history.

   After being reminded by Zhao Guang, Wang Xun suddenly remembered, and looked at Zhao Guang again, and both of them saw a little worry in each other's eyes.

  Brother, this appearance seems to have lasted for too long. Besides, what is there to think about with this spinning wheel, shouldn’t it be something that women think about?

  Feng Yong's hand suddenly moved and touched the spindles on the spinning wheel.

   Then, the sluggish eyes burst into a strong brilliance, stood up abruptly, danced and danced like crazy, and laughed loudly: "That's right, this is it!"

He kicked the spinning wheel over with force, but Feng Yong still didn't notice it, and continued to jump up and down there, as if he didn't feel satisfied, and imitated Michael Jackson's dance, He twisted his hips a few times.

not good! problem occurs!

  Amei heard Zhao Guang's words just now, and she is most worried about her at the moment.

   After all, this incident was caused by her. If the lord really had an accident because of this, if she atones with death, the people in Jincheng can escape the disaster, then thank God!

   "My lord, my lord, are you okay?"

   Seeing Feng Yong like this, Ah Mei was the first to rush over, hugging him and crying.

  Before she hugged her tightly, her body was torn away, and then she was thrown hard, and she slammed directly into the door.

  Zhao Guang and Wang Xun controlled Feng Yong's arms, and the other helped to hold Feng Yong's legs to prevent him from moving. They even stuffed a piece of wood they picked up casually into Feng Yong's mouth.

  Both of them are not weak in martial arts. Feng Yong didn't react at all, he was already lifted up and flattened, and his whole body couldn't move anymore.

   "Mmmmmmm..."

  Feng Yong shook his head desperately, and managed to spit out the piece of wood in his mouth. He only felt that his mouth was full of dirt, and he said "peh peh peh" a few times.

  In desperation, he yelled out what he called Zhao Guang in his heart: "Zhao Erha, what are you doing? Why are you going crazy, Zishi? Let me down quickly."

  Felt the two people below pause for a while, and then put him down hesitantly.

  Although he put it down, his body was still tightly controlled.

   But finally, I could see the faces of the two of them. My eyes widened, I glared at them, and shouted loudly, "What are you going to do?"

  The two people who were carrying Feng Yong looked at each other, and finally Zhao Guang said: "Brother, are you okay?"

   "What can I do?"

  Feng Yong just felt really aggrieved. Damn, he finally remembered how to modify this spinning wheel, so what happened to being overly excited?

  Unable to control myself, I twisted the movements of going to nightclubs in a few previous lives, and just treated me like this, is it interesting?

  Finally, Feng Yong still relied on the power he had accumulated in the past to let the two people let go of him.

   "My lord, my lord, are you alright?"

  Ah Mei was thrown to the door, unable to get up for a long time, finally regained her breath, and immediately rushed over without fear of death, hugged Feng Yong and cried loudly.

   This time, no one pulled her away again, and let her hug Feng Yong tightly and cry as she wished.

   "It was fine just now, if you don't let go now, I will be strangled to death by you!"

  Feng Yong only felt that he was going to be out of breath, and he sucked in air desperately.

  Amei heard the words, and then realized that she had gone too far, so she looked around. Like a tortured rabbit, he let go with a "swoosh", his face swelled and turned purple, and he stepped back a few steps, trying to avoid the eyes of everyone, but he didn't dare to leave without authorization, so he had to stand helplessly. over there.

   "Tell me! What were you guys doing just now?"

  Feng Yong just felt that it was really ridiculous just now, and at the same time, he was extremely angry.

  Of course, Zhao Guang and Wang Xun were the ones who asked this question, Amei probably couldn't say a complete sentence now.

  As for Gouzi, mother and son and Niuba, they all looked dazed at this moment, as if they hadn't reacted from what happened just now.

Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, you look at me, I look at you, the two gave way for a while, and then Zhao Guang stepped forward timidly and said: "Brother, just now I saw you sitting there. You were motionless like a demon, and then suddenly jumped up like crazy, thinking... thought you were hysterical again, so that's why... hehe..."

  Laugh at your sister, laugh! Do you think I'll let you go if you pretend to be stupid?

   "Even if it's hysterical, what's the meaning of stuffing wood in my mouth? Or pull it out of the dirt, look at me now, my mouth is full of dirt!"

  (end of this chapter)