Chapter 163 House collection?

   "Isn't this afraid that my brother will bite his tongue?"

  Zhao Guang chuckled, and began to play dumb again.

  Feng Yong laughed back angrily, and pointed at this guy: "This is what epilepsy does! Do you think I don't know?"

   As he spoke, it was just a kick to go up.

   Who would have thought that this guy had been prepared for a long time, and after a lot of effort, his body only swayed, and he immediately stood firm again. On the contrary, Feng Yong himself was unprepared, his feet ached from the shock. He grinned at the moment, wanting to kick again, hesitated for a while before giving up, and just gave him a hard look.

   "Who said I was hysterical just now?"

   Several people in the room all looked at Zhao Guang.

   Sure enough, the second-handed youth is so much fun!

  Feng Yong couldn't control his hand. He really wanted to pick up something and smash it at it.

"You guys, go out first! If anyone else knows what happened in the house today, don't blame me for killing people!" Feng Yong threatened viciously, and at the same time told Amei, "Go, close the gate. Come on, don't let anyone else in."

   No way, if you can’t get your breath out, your thoughts will not be clear, and if your thoughts are not clear, you have to find a way to make them clear.

   "Brother, brother, calm down, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong! Let me spare you this time!"

  When Ah Mei closed the door tightly and there were only three brothers left in the room, Zhao Guang suddenly rushed over and hugged Feng Yong's thigh, begging Feng Yong to forgive himself with a dead ball crying.

  Seeing that he and Wang Xun were admitting to insulting each other, Feng Yongchang sighed, thinking that my mother is a wise man, and one day he will be ruined by this guy as soon as possible.

  Kicked Zhao Guang, and cursed: "Okay, stop pretending, get up first, and I didn't do anything to you."

   "Brother...don't blame the little brother?"

  Zhao Guang raised his head, with a pitiful look, like a kitten abandoned by someone. This acting skill is no one else.

   It seems that there is a reason why this guy can live so happily under Zhao Si's stick education.

  They were also doing it for their own benefit, so Feng Yong naturally wouldn't take the blame seriously.

  These two guys are both martial arts practitioners, and I don't know how much strength they used to restrain themselves just now in a hurry?

  I didn't feel it when I was angry just now, but now that I have calmed down a little, I feel burning pain in several places on my body.

   Feeling a little uncomfortable standing, Feng Yong had to sit down on the thing that looked like a chair in the room, waved, and said, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

   "What's the matter, brother?"

   Seeing Feng Yong's serious face, Zhao Guang and Wang Xun thought something had happened, so they quickly surrounded him.

  Feng Yong pondered for a while, and said to Zhao Guang: "Erlang, you go to Yang'an Pass tomorrow, tell General Ma, and ask him if there is any way to borrow some craftsmen who are better at carpentry."

   "What does brother want the craftsman to do?"

   "Make spinning wheels and looms."

  The spinning wheel is used to spin hemp, silk or wool into thread, and the loom is used to weave the thread into cloth.

   These two things were standard equipment for every family in ancient times.

   "The people in the camp, aren't they doing it?"

   These days, as long as a man has a woman in his family, he will basically do these two things.

  The only difference lies in whether it is done well or not, and whether it is done quickly.

  Zhao Guang and Li Yi both brought some parts here. Although their best skill is killing people, they are still barely qualified if they impersonate farmers.

  Feng Yong shook his head: "The spinning wheel needs to be modified, and I also want to modify the loom later. Without a professional craftsman, I'm afraid I can't do it."

"The left and right sides are all made of wood. Even if there is no craftsman to do it well, you can make it if you do it a few times?" Zhao Guang hesitated, "The craftsmen in Yanganguan are all registered in the register. If you want to come here, if someone finds out, the Prime Minister will blame you."

  Where the army is stationed, it is necessary to build a city and repair equipment, so naturally there must be craftsmen.

  There are only two places where craftsmen can be found in Hanzhong.

  One is Nanzheng, and the other is Yanganguan.

  Wei Yan and Feng Yong from Nanzheng can't count on it anymore. Until now, I don't know whether he wants to be a member of the ranch.

  But Feng Yong is not in a hurry, this matter mainly depends on Jincheng, as long as the Queen is willing, then it is A Dou who is willing, as long as Huang Yueying is willing, then it is Zhuge Old Demon.

  As long as these two people accept it, everything will be fine.

  As for Wei Yan, even if he was finally rejected, Feng Yong wouldn't bother to take care of him. At most, it will not be so convenient to do things in Hanzhong in the future. It doesn't matter if it takes more trouble. It is a good thing that one less person will pay.

  So now the only place where we can expect to find craftsmen is Yang'an Pass.

"Why is it for no reason?" Feng Yong naturally knew that what Zhao Guang said was true, and his eyes rolled around, "You just use my name and say that the Hanzhong Diannong official wants to improve some farm tools, Let's see if we can make some preparations for spring farming in the coming year, that's why we want some craftsmen to come over."

  Anyway, it’s winter, the army is resting in the city, the equipment will not be damaged, and the craftsmen probably don’t have much work, borrowing it and using it will not delay the work, what are you afraid of?

Hearing Feng Yong's remarks, Zhao Guang didn't feel anything, but Wang Xun opened his mouth wide. He really didn't expect to be called a young hero by the prime minister, and he gave so much for the big man, which made people feel full of loyalty My elder brother can actually say such things.

   Isn't this a failure to live up to the prime minister's value and the court's trust?

what do I do? Do you want to persuade your brother?

  Wang Xun only felt a little tangled.

Feng Yong did not notice Wang Xun's ambivalence, and continued to say to Zhao Guang, "Of course, ordinary people can make the spinning wheel and loom. But if I want to make some improvements, I must be a skilled craftsman, otherwise It’s going to be a big mistake.”

   "Since the elder brother said so, then the younger brother will try it." Zhao Guang nodded, and he agreed.

  As the second generation of officials, even if he has not entered the officialdom like his elder brother, he has heard about the affairs of the officialdom. It is a basic operation to manipulate such small things secretly.

"It's not about trying, it's about doing our best!" Feng Yong reminded, "Don't underestimate the improvement of this spinning wheel. If it's not bad as I expected, if it's according to Amei's idea, after the modification, the spinning wheel will be nothing to say. It can be three or four times faster than today."

   "Three or four times?" Zhao Guang was shocked when he heard it. Even Wang Xun, who had always blindly believed in Feng Yong, couldn't believe it.

  Feng Yong smiled and didn't explain, thinking that this is just a small calculation.

The hand-operated spinning wheel uses the left hand to pull the thread, and only one spindle can be hung on the spinning wheel. If you free both hands, it will be at least twice as fast. On this basis, you can hang one or two more yarns. What's the problem?

  The reason why Feng Yong was so successful just now is that he remembered the description of the Jenny machine in the book of his previous life, saying that it hangs a lot more yarn than the previous spinning wheel, and the work efficiency is many times faster than before.

  The story of Huang Daopo is even more familiar. It tells the story of changing a hand spinning wheel into a pedal spinning wheel, and changing one spindle into three spindles.

  Feng Yong made an estimate based on this story template.

  Not to mention Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, no matter who they changed, they definitely couldn't figure out how much Feng Yong would value the little idea of ​​just a little maid.

  Because only Feng Yong, who came from later generations, understands how important each huge increase in work efficiency will be to an industry.

  In the final analysis, the industrial revolution was not because of the great improvement of work efficiency?

  Feng Yong naturally didn't dare to hope that he could make a lot of money and cause some kind of industrial revolution, but he was still very interested in increasing the output of qualifying lines and speeding up the speed of making money.

  Improvement of the spinning wheel will not be so smooth, it is always necessary to continue to experiment.

   But to put it bluntly, this improvement is to add a power device to the spinning wheel, and Feng Yong has a specific theoretical model (drawing sketches). As long as we follow this direction and do it a few times, it is impossible not to make it.

   So skilled craftsmen are particularly important, which can greatly shorten the test time.

   "Three... three or four times, doesn't that mean that a spinning wheel is enough to spin the thread needed by a loom?"

  Wang Xun has always been very concerned about what his elder brother wants to do, so he has also inquired carefully about the matter of spinning and weaving.

   Today's hand spinning wheels are very slow to produce thread, and the thread spun by three or four machines can meet the weaving needs of one loom.

  The amount of cloth woven is related to how much money you can get.

   That is to say, if it can really be changed, the money I can get will be three or four times more at once?

  Zhao Guang jumped up all of a sudden, "Brother, you don't need to say anything. If this matter can't be done in a day, the younger brother will stay in Yang'an Pass for a day. Even if uncle dies, he must make it happen."

  Wang Xun was thinking, this matter is of great importance, how can I easily persuade my brother because of the small details, so it is not a big deal? Well, I'll just pretend I didn't hear those words.

  Amei listened to what her lord said, and silently guarded the door, not letting anyone approach her.

  The door was closed, only some vague voices could be heard, but after reaching the back, only Zhao Langjun yelled, I don't know what the lord did to Zhao Langjun?

Thinking of what happened in the house just now, Ah Mei was so frightened that she lost two souls and three souls. She couldn't help thinking to herself, this Mr. Zhao, really should be taught a few more lessons by the lord, to see if he dares to mess up again in the future. Gossip.

  I was thinking wildly, only to hear the door of the house opened with a "squeak", and the three gentlemen inside filed out.

  The master who walked in front looked a little unhappy. He held his waist and walked unsteadily, but Zhao Langjun who followed behind had a happy expression on his face and brisk steps.

   This scene made Ah Mui a little startled.

  Feng Yong looked at Amei, but his eyes were full of satisfaction: "Amei, remember to come to my room tonight."

  As soon as these words came out, Zhao Guang and Wang Xun looked at Amei with ambiguous eyes.

   "Brother, this Amei is not bad, really good." Zhao Guang leaned over, showing a strange smile, and at the same time gave Amei a thumbs up, "Miss Amei, you are very good."

  Even Wang Xun, who was at the back, looked over with a face of approval, nodded slightly, and followed Amei to say hello.

At the same time, I was thinking in my heart, my elder brother is worthy of being an elder brother, and he is decisive with his wrist. The matter of spinning the wheel, not to mention that it is related to the wealth of his brothers, even the prime minister, I guess he should pay attention to it, after all, the wool is also used. to the spinning wheel. The elder brother took her into the room immediately, and it was considered as a way to avoid any future troubles.

  Amei felt the blood rushing to her forehead, she was dizzy, and she just instinctively replied to Feng Yong: "Yes, obey the lord's order."

   "Go and help me boil some hot water, it was too messy just now, my body is so dirty, I want to take a bath."

  Feng Yong didn't pay attention to Amei's strangeness, but gave Zhao Guang a warning look. This guy is talking nonsense again. Can this kind of joke be made in front of Amei?

   "Yes, my lord."

   After listening to Feng Yong's order, Ah Mei finally came back to her senses, answered again, and then limped and wanted to retreat.

   "Wait, what happened to your feet?"

  Feng Yong looked at Ah Mei's weird way of walking, and asked with some concern.

  This girl is a talent that I will carefully cultivate in the future, so nothing can happen to her.

  Amei turned around again when she heard the words, glanced at Wang Xun, and mumbled, "No...it's nothing, it's just that her foot is a little crooked, it's okay."

   "Brother, this is my younger brother's fault. Just now, I saw that my elder brother didn't look right, so my younger brother and my second brother went over... Ahem, when I was helping my elder brother, I left Miss Amei behind, and my hand was a little too strong."

  Wang Xun first explained to Feng Yong, and then bowed his hands to Amei apologetically, "Miss Amei, I am really sorry for being careless just now in a hurry."

  Anyway, Mrs. Amei will be regarded as her brother's roommate in the future, and it is not shameful to accompany her as a gift.

  Looking at the thin Amei, then at Wang Xun, Feng Yong gave Zhao Guang a hard look at the end, it was all caused by this guy!

  Zhao Guang was a little inexplicable, just now, I don't seem to have met Ah Mei! Didn't Zishi say it? He was the one who threw Amei out.

  Amei didn't expect Wang Xun to salute her, so she waved her hands again and again, took a few steps back, and returned the salute: "The maid didn't dare, it was the maid who was wrong just now, and hindered the two gentlemen."

   "Forget it, you go down to rest first, I will ask others to do the boiling water."

   In front of the two younger brothers, Feng Yong couldn't show too much concern for a maid, so he had no choice but to let her go down to rest first.

  At night in this era, lighting candles after dark is a relatively extravagant thing.

  But for Feng Yong, no matter how extravagant, knowledge and talents are not as important.

   After a few "duk-duk", there was a knock on the door of Feng Yong's room.

"Come in."

  Feng Yong was writing and drawing at his desk under the not-so-bright light, when he heard the knock on the door, he said without raising his head.

Thinking of so many things during the day, Feng Yong naturally wants to take advantage of the time when the memory is still fresh, regardless of whether it is useful or useless, as long as he thinks it is valuable, he can write it all down, maybe sometime in the future. Is there a scene?

  There was a very soft sound of opening the door, and a figure walked in quietly, and then gently closed the door.

  But after a while, there was no more movement. Feng Yong looked up strangely, and saw that Amei was holding something in his arms.

  (end of this chapter)