In the families of the Han Dynasty, whether in the farm or in the city, there has always been the habit of raising chickens, but most of them are only one or two, and they are generally specially raised to raise roosters to crow. Those who have fields in the countryside and have a lot of food at home may raise three or four more, but no more than a dozen or so, after all, the grain is too expensive, and they usually use bran to fool around, and then rush outside to let them find food by themselves.

Besides, it is bran, in the eyes of the flat-headed people, it is also a life-saving thing. When there is no food, having this mouthful of bran can also save your life. So the housekeeper will be excited when he hears that he wants to raise so many chickens, not to mention that the people's families all use bran as food, the Feng family is a little land, there is surplus grain, and they can't eat bran, and it's not enough to raise so many chickens, so they can't use food in the end? How much food does this cost? Isn't this nonsense?

"Uncle Zhao rest assured, rest assured, my chicken, don't need to be fed food." Feng Yong looked at Steward Zhao as if he had signs of a heart attack, and hurriedly gave Steward Zhao a heart-soothing remedy.

"You don't need food, you can still use ......" The housekeeper's voice screamed, I don't know what I thought, his eyes suddenly widened, he looked at Feng Yong a little incredulously, looked around again, sneakily came over, lowered his voice and asked, "The lord doesn't have the skill of wishing chickens?" ”

In the Han Dynasty, witchcraft was prevalent, and the legends of warlocks and immortals were countless. Steward Zhao had only been in the Feng family for a few months, and at most he only knew that Feng Yong's family was from outside, but as for what the Feng family did before they came to Shu, they didn't know anything.

What do you wish a chicken? Feng Yong glanced at the housekeeper inexplicably, Zhu Yingtai I know, but what the hell is Zhu Jiweng?

"It turns out that the lord really has such a magic skill, it seems that the old servant misunderstood, and the lord is mistaken." The housekeeper didn't know what his brain had made up, and said excitedly, "The old servant will arrange it!" As he spoke, he strode forward two steps, and then suddenly remembered that he had left Feng Yong behind, and turned around to apologize to Feng Yong, "The old servant was excited for a while, so he lost his temper, and the lord was mistaken." ”

Although I don't know what the reason for the housekeeper's overexcited appearance, it is half the story to get the butler's support. Feng Yong waved his hand and said, "Uncle Zhao is also thinking about the Feng family, how can I blame him?" ”

"It's just that the lord, you have to watch over these chickens with your hands, right? Do you want to add another person to your family? When the excitement passed, the butler asked the first question.

"Let's not add it yet. Watching chickens is not a heavy job, and among the tenants who rent our fields, aren't there a few unfinished ones? Just ask them to come over and help, it doesn't matter if the boy or the lady are there, just give them some food when the time comes. ”

"However, this is about to be planted in the summer, and after the wheat is harvested, rice will be planted, and those half-grown babies in the farmer's house can be regarded as half of the labor that can be summoned, so how can it be better if the cultivation is delayed?" The housekeeper looked embarrassed, "Why don't you wait for the summer planting to pass?" ”

"I didn't say that I would raise it right now, so naturally I was waiting for the summer planting to pass. Speaking of farming, by the way, Uncle Zhao, do you know if there is a blacksmith nearby? ”

"Blacksmith? The lord means that he can do blacksmith work, right? These craftsmen all work for the government, and most of them have craftsman status in the government. Even those who are not registered as craftsmen, and those who have the skills of blacksmiths can only be seen in the city. Usually in this farmhouse, I will do some crafts in my spare time, whether it is the work of a blacksmith or a carpenter, most of them can do it. Zhuang Shang Ding's second family ancestor once worked as a craftsman, and his family has the best craftsmanship around. ”

Take a look, this is called a competent housekeeper, how long has he been in the Feng family, and even the details of the surrounding villagers have been figured out by him.

"That's okay, after dinner, Uncle Zhao asked him to come and see me, I have some things, I want him to help make them."

"Ouch, the lord must not say such a thing, it will be a joke for outsiders to hear it. What does not help, it is his blessing that he can enter the mansion, and when the things are done, the lord really has to be kind, just give him one or two money, or the old servant will grab a few handfuls of millet and give him, and he will be grateful. ”

Therefore, in ancient times, there was really no human rights, and listening to the steward's natural words, Feng Yong felt a little awkward in his heart.

While the two were talking, they unknowingly entered the Feng Mansion.

Feng Yong cleaned his hands first, and then sat down in the gazebo in the backyard, where the servant woman had already set the meal and was still steaming. A bowl of steamed rice, a can of chicken broth, a serving of pickles, and finally a small plate of fried cabbage.

Note that this frying refers to roasting the clay pot on the fire, and then spreading the wead on top to fry it, drying the water, and serving it directly to the table.

So that's why Feng Yong likes to go out fishing and keep chickens on his mind, in addition to fishing to kill time, in the current cooking conditions, only fish soup and chicken soup can be made delicious without too much seasoning. As for the anti-human thing like fried cabbage...... Feng Yong said that it was not that he was hypocritical, but that it was really difficult to enter.

As for why not make an iron pot, as a person who is regarded as a psychopath by others, to find a blacksmith to make something that has never appeared before, and to spend so much iron, who would make it for himself? And in this era, iron is still relatively precious. That is, now, in the eyes of outsiders, he has gradually returned to normal, and with the emperor's reward, he thought of asking the housekeeper to find a blacksmith.

The house that the housekeeper said in his mouth, relative to the construction area of later generations, is of course very large, there are front and back halls, but also divided into large and small halls, there are main rooms, there are wing rooms, and there are secret rooms, even the backyard has a pond, and even the subordinates live in a special place.

But Feng Yong said that what is the use of this? The Feng family's masters and servants add up to only four people, which is too lonely. He'd been walking around since the first time he moved in, and he wasn't interested in seeing it anymore. It looks big, but in fact it's just big, and there is nothing else to praise it, not much different from the tiled house in the countryside when I was a child.

Of course, this is already the difference between heaven and earth for tenants living in thatched houses, so the housekeeper said that it was his blessing to let Ding Er enter the mansion, and the key was that Ding Er also felt that he was blessed, which made Feng Yong feel helpless.

Looking at the helpless farmers below, Feng Yong handed over a piece of paper and asked gently: "Look at the picture above, can you understand it?" ”

Excited to swing his body, Ding Er's hands wiped and wiped on his clothes, then he trembled and stretched out his hands, carefully held the paper, as if the paper was a thousand-year-old treasure, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then mustered up the courage to ask: "Master, this is ...... It's a bit like a plow? But how is it bent? ”

The housekeeper next to him listened curiously, what is there a bend in this pear? Sticking out your neck and looking over, yo, it turned out to be a plough for the plough. But this plow is so strangely drawn, how is it different from the commonly used plow?

"Well, it's bent. The paper is clearly drawn, and you just do it, but this ploughshare should be made of iron, understand? ”

Fortunately, I was born in the countryside, and when I was a child, I often helped my family work in the fields. Rural babies are precocious, and there are people who can drive cattle to the fields and plough the fields when they are more than ten years old. When Feng Yong was twelve years old, his father not only taught him how to plow, but also told him about the various parts and uses of the plow, and he once turned over several fields by himself. The structure of this curved plough is simple, and he is still familiar with it.

Of course, he also learned about the eight-ox plow in Europe, and the reason was that part of his college graduation thesis was about the environment, and some of them involved the development of world agriculture, but he only had a few hundred acres of land at home, and the eight-ox plow was used for eggs? Besides, he just understands, but he doesn't use it himself like Qu Yuan plow, and if he wants to get it out, it is estimated that a lot of brain cells will die, not to mention that there are not so many cows at home.

The current plough is a straight plough, which can not be deeply cultivated, and must be pulled by two oxen at the same time, which is a waste of manpower and animal power, and it is not easy to use. The curved plough can be made with only one ox, and the depth of the plough can be adjusted according to the field, and most importantly, this thing can be made of wood, as long as the iron piece is inserted at the ploughshare at the end! It is an artifact that properly liberates manpower and animal power and improves production efficiency! Well, it's an artifact for the Three Kingdoms era, which was still farming with a straight plow.

Ding Er looked at the drawings again and again, asked a few small questions, and then reluctantly handed over the paper.

Feng Yong frowned, "If you don't hold this paper, how can you make it look like I want from it?" ”

Ding Er heard it, but confirmed it in disbelief, "What does the main family mean, can the villain take this?" ”

"You're not talking nonsense? It's not a precious thing, and holding it for you is so that you can do it with a gesture. Feng Yong inhaled and felt a little toothache, so he couldn't understand what the ancients were thinking, there was a gap in thought, and more communication was, why did he like to say that he was a psychopath?

"After that, can the villain keep it at home and leave a memory for his children and grandchildren?"

That's a bit too much!