Zhu Shun instructed Song Yingjing to be patient, just to let Mrs. Song enjoy the death he deserved without regrets.

Old Man Song is already very old, and he can't let such a loyal and patriotic old man die with regrets.

Old Man Song earned enough face this time, still in front of the emperor.

After just saying a word, Song Yingjing, who could not be persuaded by the central ministers, hurried to control the plague.

Song Yingjing relied on the magic weapons of blast furnace water towers, washing clothes, sprinkling lime, and building public toilets to prevent the plague and curb the most frightening transmission ability of the plague.

The rest was handed over to Ma Shiying, who led a team of sergeants to surround the more than 20 villages where the plague occurred.

As long as a case of plague is found, Ma Shiying will only spit out a word seriously, burn.

With the cooperation of the two, the plague was gradually controlled.

Song Shiyi, who left Dongchang Private Prison with the fourth uncle, didn't know whether he had opened up the second line of Ren Du or the ancestor had appeared, and finally caught a flash of inspiration.

Kyoshi University Hall, Fence Courtyard.

Zhu Shun took a set of carpenter tools, and he was the teacher to help the second disciple Song Shiyi to create various parts.

Otherwise, it may not be possible to create all kinds of strange-shaped parts required by the second disciple.

Zhu Shun looked at Song Shiyi, who was deep in thought again, continued to sort out the advantages and disadvantages of the pedal loom, and slowly guided him to create a new loom: "Shiyi, do all looms weave at the same speed?" ”

Song Shiyi's family opened a weaving workshop, grew up in a weaving workshop since he was a child, and had a deep life experience, shook his head and said, "Sir, it's different." ”

"How much cloth can the loom weave in a day depends on whether the spinning woman is fast or not."

"After all, to weave a weft of cloth, the weaver needs to take a shuttle and wear it from the right to the left, and then from the left to the right."

"The shuttle in the hand of the spinning woman keeps going back and forth, so that the cotton cloth can be woven little by little."

"Wait!"

Song Shiyi seemed to have thought of something, and quickly threw the shuttle to the left: "What Mr. means is that the speed of weaving lies in the speed at which the shuttle passes left and right. ”

"The speed at which the shuttle passes from side to side depends on whether the spinning woman's movements are fast or slow."

In the process of weaving, the spinning woman takes the shuttle and passes it little by little, which takes a long time.

Song Shiyi threw it with his hand, and in just an instant, the shuttle brought the yarn from the right to the left.

Song Shiyi kept throwing the shuttle around, just throwing half a column of incense so stupidly.

Zhu Shun smiled and looked at the half-pillar incense time.

Suddenly, Song Shiyi froze in place and muttered: "That is to say, as long as the speed of the shuttle is accelerated, the weaving speed can be accelerated." ”

"But? No matter how fast a person's movements are, there is a limit, and even if they are temporarily accelerated, at most they will maintain a cup of tea, and they will become slower due to the soreness of their arms. ”

"Wait!"

Song Shiyi suddenly threw the shuttle out again, but instead of passing through the middle of the pedal loom, he threw it to Zhu Shun.

If you change it, others will definitely not know what Song Shiyi means, and it will be a waste of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the birth of a new loom.

The moment Zhu Shun received the shuttle, he threw it to Song Shiyi again with the fastest speed.

In this way, the master and apprentice were like two fools, holding a shuttle and throwing it around.

After throwing less than half a pillar of incense, Song Shiyi suddenly stopped moving, standing in place in a daze, and kept chattering.

This time the time in a daze was long, more than a stick of incense.

Just when a maid and several family members of the Song family brought the meal, Song Shiyi suddenly laughed: "Haha, I understand, sir, I understand." ”

Song Shiyi turned his face to look at Zhu Shun, and said seriously and solemnly: "I've been thinking about how to make the shuttle faster, but I forgot to think about the reason why the shuttle slowed down. ”

"The shuttle slows down, that's because the spinning woman moves slowly, so as long as the spinning woman doesn't pass through the shuttle little by little, let the shuttle pass through it back and forth by itself."

Zhu Shun also smiled, figured this out, and was not far from the new loom: "Then how can I let the shuttle pass by itself." ”

Song Shiyi didn't answer Zhu Shun's question immediately, and said with blazing eyes: "Sir, can you help me build a sheng spring." ”

"It's the musical instrument sheng, the reed that makes the sound."