Wang Feng heard Jia Zhixian's question, so he put down the tea bowl and considered the language.

"Don't hide it from the county lord, although this son is young, he is very pedantic." Wang Feng showed a trace of disdain and said: "I think I was taught badly by the moral articles in the books, and I actually wanted to report the county for deducting money and food from the hungry." If it weren't for the permission of the magistrate, how could this money and grain be collected? Just leave him alone, let him go and try it from the squires himself, but he is afraid that he will be broken. ”

Jia Zhixian heard Wang Feng's answer, so he waved his hand and said, "Didn't you go to Fan Yu's house yesterday, did Bao Qin send a reply?" I want to know how to reply to him. ”

Wang Feng said with a smile: "Lord Zhixian doesn't know, after Bao Qincha received Fan Yu's letter, he replied that there was no time to pursue the lord at the moment. Only when he finishes the disaster relief in Chenzhou, and then comes to Xihua County to deal with the adults on the return trip. I think this Bao Qincha doesn't seem to care about the whistleblower. Maybe that Bao Qincha just wants to go through the motions, and doesn't want to embarrass adults. ”

Jia Zhixian took a sip of tea, put down the tea bowl, and muttered: "I have heard of this Bao Qincha, and they all say that he is a god who judges cases. Although he said in his reply to Fan Yu that he was not in a hurry, what if he sent someone to secretly verify it? Don't take it lightly. ”

"Lord Zhixian, in this case, why did Fan Yu know about the halving of the money and food raised at the beginning? It's not a lot of trouble. Wang Feng asked.

"I deliberately asked you to disclose this matter to Fan Yu, just to see if he and I are of the same mind." Jia Zhixian regretted: "This son is so young, he can come up with a work-for-relief, and the arrangement is quite orderly, but he is a talent." If it can be used by me, it will be my right-hand man in the future, just like you. As a result, this attempt turned out to be a pedantic fool who wanted to seek justice for these hungry people. ”

Wang Feng hurriedly said: "He doesn't know what benefits he can get from helping these hungry people." If he is attached to the magistrate, he will not lose his money, and he will have the opportunity to work as a politician in the future. However, if Bao Qincha finds out, I will be a little apprehensive. ”

Jia Zhixian shook his head and chuckled: "It's fine, he wants to knock me down when he reports it, it's just a dream." Your books are ready, but don't let any mistakes be found out at that time. ”

Wang Feng nodded again and again and said: "The county magistrate can rest assured that all the income and expenditure on the account book have been settled." Every deposit and expenditure can be checked in detail, and there will be no hint of inadequacy. ”

"What about the squires, if they refuse to cooperate, it's hard to say." Jia Zhixian glanced at Wang Feng and said.

"I don't dare to forgive them." Wang Feng sneered and said, "If you offend the magistrate, they don't want to have a good life." Even if the adults are not officials here, the other magistrates will definitely clean them up. I have told the squires to go back and change their books, and they have all read them all. ”

Jia Zhixian pretended to blame: "Wang Zhu Bo, why are you so careless in doing things." In case these squires are dissatisfied, they are also prone to problems. ”

Wang Feng said with a smile: "Don't worry, adults, I promised them that the autumn endowment will be reduced by two percent." ”

"Taxation is the foundation of the state, do you dare to say this?" Jia Zhixian couldn't help but be colorful.

"There was a famine in Chenzhou, and the imperial court would definitely exempt him from paying taxes for three years. Our Xihua County is so close to each other, how can we reduce taxes for one year. Wang Feng said proudly: "I reduced one percent for these squires, and the remaining ninety percent are all county magistrates?" ”

When Jia Zhixian heard this, he couldn't help laughing, pointed at Wang Feng and said, "You, you, you can also scrape oil on the chicken foot pole, but you can live." But don't worry, I won't let you work in vain. Just wait for Fan Yu's matter to be over, and then we will discuss it. ”

The days did not pass slowly, and a month later, by the river in Queqiao Town, Fan Yu's workshop was also built.

In the river next to the workshop, a large waterwheel with a height of four zhang was also erected.

Fan Yu and Zhang Chen, their families, and the two apprentices of the yellow blacksmith, there are more than ten people.

"Have you ever tried it, and you might be able to use it?" Fan Yu looked at the huge waterwheel and couldn't help but worry.

Uncle Zhang hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Don't worry, the master, although this waterwheel is made of wood, some of the connections are reinforced by iron parts made by the yellow blacksmith. As long as the wood doesn't decay, it won't be a problem to use it for decades. Other transmission gears and other materials are also made in this way, which is quite strong. ”

Fan Yu nodded and said, "It's good to be strong, then let this waterwheel spin, let's make a pot now." ”

According to Fan Yu's instructions, the yellow blacksmith had already made a round wrought iron sheet in advance and was waiting on the side.

Mr. Chen was also waiting for his words, and when he heard this, he pulled the rope in his hand and pulled out the wooden pin on the waterwheel.

As soon as the wooden pins, which were the size of a man's legs, fell off, the large waterwheel began to rotate slowly under the thrust of the river.

As soon as the waterwheel turned, the transmission gear was immediately rotated, and the half-circular hammer, which was a foot and a half, was raised.

The yellow blacksmith took advantage of this opportunity to put the round iron plate that had been prepared long ago on the mold. I saw that the huge semi-circular hammer suddenly fell heavily and smashed on the mold where the iron plate was placed.

There was a loud bang, so that all the people present could hardly stand, and the distance was too close, which was really shocking.

Without waiting for Fan Yu to speak, the yellow blacksmith took advantage of the opportunity when the sledgehammer was raised again to clamp out the iron plate with iron tongs.

Mr. Chen, together with his son, stuck the wooden pin on the waterwheel so that the hammer would not fall.

"How's it going?" Fan Yu took a closer look.

The original flat cooked round iron plate was smashed into a pot at this time.

Although it is said to be a pot, the process is really rough, and there are many iron thorns on the edges. It also has to go through some polishing before it can be used normally.

Even so, it means that this original press has been successful, which makes Fan Yu smile.

"Lord, please see, this pot is thin and even, only half a minute thick, and indeed much thinner and lighter than the cast iron pot. I just don't know if it's easy to use or not, but I still have to try it to know. The yellow blacksmith looked at the new pot in his hand, and also showed a slight smile.

Fan Yu laughed and said, "I'll polish it now, I'll know it when I try it." ”

But he had already decided in his heart that there was not much difference between this pot and the wok of later generations. In addition to being thicker in thickness, but not unacceptable.

The yellow blacksmith quickly removed the burrs from the pot and held the pot to Fan Yu with both hands.

"Take the skins I brought." He instructed Zhang Tiansheng.

Zhang Tiansheng hurriedly took out a piece of meat skin with fat from the bamboo basket and handed it to Fan Yu.

On the fire of the blacksmith's furnace, Fan Yu put the pot on the fire, but the pot burned red in a moment.

He put the skin of the meat in his hand, with the fat side down, into the pot, and kept rubbing it in the pot.

The sound of oil and the smell of meat immediately spread in the surrounding air, causing everyone present to swallow a little saliva.

Uncle Zhang couldn't help but feel distressed and said: "The master is doing a lot, a good piece of meat, this is mushy." ”

Fan Yu said with a smile: "This new pot can't be used directly for stir-frying, I'm raising the pot." The pot should be well maintained so that it does not stick. ”