This news, for Changsun Hong, actually has some regrets, because as soon as the master leaves, it means that he will not have to write words for at least a month.

Now that Li Wen and the others are in the eyes of Changsun Hong, they are no longer uncomfortable stubborn people, but three bulging money bags, squeezing some money has no psychological burden on him, anyway, their family is rich, and the money comes from the blood and sweat of the tenants, and it is very appropriate to take it from the people and themselves.

When he returned home in the evening, he told the eldest grandson brother and Zhang's about the master's travel, and the eldest grandson Hao and Zhang's were quite sorry, feeling that it took more than a month in vain, which was a pity, but the master had something to do, and there was no way, so the eldest grandson Hao asked Erlang not to worry about housework and farm work, just concentrate on writing and reading at home every day, if you are tired, go outside, look at the sky and step on the ground, just walk around.

The eldest grandson Hong agreed, his eyes rolled slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After going to bed at night, when Changsun Jin gave him a massage, he also gave him a serious advice, but he said that he was practicing martial arts, and said a lot of reasons why he didn't teach the moves now, because no matter how good the martial arts are, there is no foundation and it is useless, and Changsun Hong's physical fitness is too poor, and only by making up the foundation first can he practice others.

Of course, Changsun Hong understood, nodded vigorously, and then pestered the second uncle, and asked a lot of things about fighting against Xia Guo in the border army in the past. The eldest grandson Jin was quite proud of these past events, and was willing to mention the courage of the year in front of his nephew, one was willing to talk and the other was willing to listen, and the topic was long, so he talked freely on a moonlit night, full of interest, and did not fall asleep until late at night.

Since then, this has become a daily compulsory homework between uncles and nephews in addition to massage, and the eldest grandson Hao could never have imagined that the martial arts and warfare that he did everything possible to prevent his son from touching had been instilled countless by his own brother, perhaps more than the scriptures taught by Master Zhou.

Early the next morning, at dawn, the eldest grandson Hong got up early, ate Zhang's brown rice porridge, and went out with a bucket, this work has been contracted by him, and Zhang's no longer stops it, and the dog has already waited outside the door with a bucket.

The two ran along the village road together, the bucket swayed back and forth on their shoulders, and when they heard the sound, they knew that the eldest grandson Hong and the dog were coming, and the villagers were not surprised, just looking at the two and laughing. The dog was extremely suspicious of this sport and refused countless times, but every time Changsun Hong brought the eldest grandson in and said, "This is arranged by my second uncle", the dog was speechless, and ran with Changsun Hong with his head down and red face.

After the run, the two went back to their respective homes and agreed to go to the mountains in the afternoon. Changsun Hong since going back, in the house rules and regulations to practice writing, the master loves him, to him free to leave some copy, Changsun Hong chose to copy the words of Emperor Huizong of this dynasty, that is, the famous "thin gold body", this font has a very high status in history, iron painting silver hook, the Song Dynasty implemented throughout the country, now the reader is more accustomed to it, practice this font, is conducive to the integration of this era.

Zhang's family is busy with housework, peasant women always have endless work, at home and outside, when there is almost no rest, the eldest grandson Hong wants to help him, she is always pushed away with a smile, and said: "You go to study and learn calligraphy, you don't have to remember these things, your mother will do it, you don't have to worry about it." ”

So in the afternoon, Changsun Hong began to be busy with other things.

He went to the back mountain early, secretly brought an axe, saw, pen and ink, and was alone in the empty space where there was no one, not knowing what to do.

Anyway, when the dog put the chopped firewood at home and climbed up the mountain, he saw the trick that the eldest grandson Hong did, but he didn't understand it.

"What is this?" He circled around Changsun Hong, who was squatting on the ground writing and drawing on a piece of paper, with some obviously freshly cut pieces of wood in front of him, and asked, "You want to be a carpenter?" ”

Changsun Hong sawed a piece of rectangular wood with a saw clumsily to make some holes, but he always sawed the rope, and it took a long time to get it wrong, so he threw the wooden block to the ground in vain, and sighed to the sky: "Be a carpenter? I'm afraid I can't do it! ”

The dog couldn't cry or laugh, pointed to his nose and said, "Your father sent you to study, don't you be a good scholar, what kind of carpenter should you be?" Why don't we change? ”

The eldest grandson sneered, picked up the piece of paper with a strange thing drawn, and asked the dog, "Do you know where there is a carpenter with good craftsmanship?" ”

The dog looked at the piece of paper curiously and barked: "Yo, it's amazing, Erlang, the picture you drew is really good, this horizontal outline, it's really beautiful, but what is this?" ”

"Milling rice." Changsun Hong replied briefly.

"Rice miller?" The dog stared at the piece of paper, looked around for a long time, touched his head and said in surprise: "Isn't the rice made of stone mortars?" How do you grind with this? ”

Changsun Hong looked at the rough wood on the ground, shook his head and sighed again, and replied: "I wanted to make it myself, but this thing is more complicated than I imagined, so I can only find a carpenter to make it, so I am afraid that I will make less money." ”

"You haven't said yet, how does this thing grind rice?" The dog asked persistently, he had never seen anything on the painting, although he didn't understand, but he always felt that it was very powerful, and if he didn't understand, his curiosity could not be satisfied.

Changsun Hong turned his face and asked him, "Every time you harvest rice at home, how do you peel off the husk and make brown rice?" ”

"Didn't you say that? Use a mortar. The dog said as a matter of course: "It has been like this for thousands of years, after drying, put the millet in a stone mortar, take a big stone mallet and scoop the rice, and after scooping it, use a dustpan to raise the shell, and the brown rice will come out." ”

"How long does it take to at a time?" Changsun Hong asked.

"Look how many." The dog said: "It also depends on the size of the mortar, there is a bucket of big ones, some are one liter large, and some are half a liter." ”

"A bucket of mortars?" This time it was Changsun Hong's turn to be surprised, he glared and asked, "How big is that mallet?" ”

"Two people use it, hold it. The little land in my house is usually a bucket of mortar, and it can be done in a few days. He immediately asked, "How do you mill rice?" Won't you crush rice? ”

The eldest grandson held up the piece of paper, and on the paper he sketched a mechanical pattern with a brush, the machine was wooden, with a large grinding disc, a rotating handle, and a leg, with a large square opening at the top and a small one at the bottom, and a mouth at the bottom, and the whole thing looked a little like a big drum.

The afternoon sun shines through the gap between the dense leaves on the paper, the mottled light is golden yellow, illuminating the whole paper transparently, the eldest grandson Hong holds the paper, stands in the light and shadow, and says with confidence: "If I tell you that I can use this machine to peel all your rice into brown rice in half a day, would you be willing to use it?" ”

The dog's eyes suddenly widened, like a frightened rabbit, and even his ears were pricked up, and he exclaimed, "Half a day? Erlang, aren't you bragging? How is that possible? This year, my three brothers are so tired that they are half dead, and it took four or five days, but you can do it in half a day, how can you do it? ”

"So give it a try." Changsun Hong put down the paper, folded it carefully, put it in his pocket, looked at the dog and asked, "I can't make it, some parts are not made by hand, is there a good carpenter nearby?" Be honest. ”

"This ......" The dog touched his head and frowned and thought for a long time before he slapped his thigh and said, "There is!" The carpenter Zhang in Zhangjia Village next door has better craftsmanship than the carpenters in several nearby villages, and his character is good, he is very honest, Tong Su is not bullied, and it is absolutely no problem to find him. ”

"That's him." Eldest Sun Hong laughed, his smile was very hearty against the backdrop of the sun, he patted the dog's shoulder, and said with a smile: "If you use the law correctly, dog, this is the first thing we have done." ”