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(Still nothing out of the moth, let's keep updating...... ）

The next day, Wu Zhi ordered someone to start preparing the parts needed for the pulley.

The first is the bracket, which is easy to do, only three pieces of fine thick hardwood, and the three hardwoods are triangular to support the dry well, enough to bear the weight of the boulder in the well.

The second is the pulley group, the pulley group is composed of many pulleys, a single pulley structure is simple, in fact, it is not difficult to build in Japan now, Wu Zhi roughly calculated, the boulder in the dry well is at least a thousand catties, in this way, to build a dozen iron pulleys together, it is enough.

Even if Japan's iron-smelting technology is lagging behind the Great Song Dynasty, it will not be impossible for a pulley to bear the weight of more than 100 catties.

Finally, it is used to run through the pulley and the rope that binds the boulder, a pulley is divided into two moments, so ten groups of pulleys are enough to divide twenty strands of torque, that is, twenty strands of rope, according to the boulder 1,000 catties to calculate, each piece of rope only needs to share the force of fifty catties, so the rope used to penetrate the pulley group can be used with hemp rope.

The rope that binds the boulder must be able to directly bear more than 1,000 catties of weight, and taking into account factors such as shaking and the shift of the center of gravity, the rope that binds the boulder must be able to bear at least 2,000 catties.

This is not difficult to do, just a few more chains, Wu Zhi wrote some specific details on paper and handed them over to Qin Hui to do, and instructed him to personally supervise the work these days to ensure the quality of the utensils.

Qin Hui naturally agreed cautiously, with Qin Hui watching, Wu Zhi was also very relieved, a person who could be a traitor in his previous life, no one could fool him.

After ordering these, Wu Zhi has been indulging in wine with Suzuki Xinchun every day for the past few days, Xinchun is too gentle and well-behaved, and he will do his best to do whatever he wants to do on the bed, which has won Wu Zhi's favor and favor, Wu Zhi can be described as "happy to think about Song" these days!

The old master Ning Yuan beside him reminded Wu Zhi many times to be self-denying and etiquette and control his desires, but Wu Zhi perfunctorily said that he was idle anyway, and seeing that the last problem was about to be solved, why not have fun before returning to the Song Dynasty.

Lord Ning Yuan was deeply influenced by Confucian etiquette, and he had to sigh after listening to Wu Zhi's words, and he was a gray-haired old man, although he was also a big official, but after coming to Japan, few families looked for him to be a bad old man, so he had to run to the blacksmith shop twice in three days and accompany Qin Hui to supervise the work.

Han Shizhong and Liang Hongyu are Wu Zhi's personal guards, but it is inconvenient to persuade Wu Zhi directly, but they are also worried that Wu Zhi will hurt his vitality if he lingers with that Japanese chick all day long, so they moved their efforts to find An Daoquan.

An Daoquan came to see Wu Zhi.

"Is there anything wrong with Dr. An?"

Wu Zhi was holding Xin Xin Chun in his arms, Xin Xin Chun was wearing a gauze skirt, holding a crystal clear cherry with his lips, and his hands were holding Wu Zhi's shoulders and sending it to Wu Zhi's mouth.

"Uh-huh...... Mischievous! ”

Wu Zhi kissed Fang Ze, took the cherry, and took a bite of sweet and sour, the taste was like a chicken head and small milk in Xinchun.

"Your Excellency."

An Daoquan glanced away, ignored the insolence, and bowed to Wu Zhi.

"Doctor An doesn't need to be polite to me, just say anything directly."

For An Daoquan, who saved his life when he had smallpox before, Wu Zhi is still grateful.

"In the next few days, I saw that the adults were depressed and their yang qi was weak, so I specially reminded the martial arts adults to pay attention to recuperation in the near future, and they must not indulge in excessive desires so that the yang yuan is not good!"

"What is Yang Yuan?"

Suzuki Shinharu has been making rapid progress in Chinese recently, but there are still some idioms that cannot be understood.

Wu Zhi smiled bitterly, nodded Dim Sum Chun's little nose and said, "It's your favorite one!" ”

"Adult~"

After Wu Zhi finished speaking, Suzuki Xinchun's little face suddenly turned red and buried his head in Wu Zhi's chest.

"Aren't you willing to give slaves? Slaves are going to be slaves, slaves are going to eat every day......"

Suzuki Xinchun is just a girl who doesn't do anything more after all, and at the moment she just wants to stay with her beloved man day and night, so she doesn't know that excessive asking is actually harming men.

"Humph!"

On the side, An Daoquan saw that this little Japanese lady made such an unreasonable and shameless request, and he also glanced at her coldly, he was a doctor, and in his opinion, this little girl was planning to kill Master Wu.

"Okay, good~"

Wu Zhi was doting and caressing Suzuki Xinchun's hair, drunk and unprincipled: "Isn't it okay to let you eat every day~"

"Your Excellency!"

Hearing Wu Zhi's words, An Daoquan immediately lost his temper, and his tone was not so respectful.

"Before coming down, the three ladies had instructed me to ensure that the adults were in good health, hoping that the adults could restrain themselves in time, and not to indulge in women's sex again, otherwise they would ........."

An Daoquan flicked his sleeves and turned his back.

"Otherwise what?"

Wu Zhi glanced at An Daoquan depressedly, he just wanted to relax for a few days, and there was a group of subordinates in charge of everything, which was really annoying.

He now understands why the emperors in the past hate the ministers who are in charge of the emperor's private life by speaking out...... I can't see the moisture of others.

"Otherwise, Yang Yuan will not be good, and adults will not be far away!"

After speaking, An Daoquan flicked his sleeves and left in a huff.

"Huh? Don't lift? ”

Wu Zhi looked confused, he was just indulging in his desires, so he wouldn't be too bad for Yang Yuan, right? But An Daoquan had already left, and Wu Zhi couldn't ask any more.

"No! But there are still three ladies in the family who want me to serve, and Xue'er has never been married, so if I don't raise it now......"

Thinking of this, Wu Zhi couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead, for the sake of his own happiness and that of his dear ladies in the future, Wu Zhi decided that he had to restrain himself, and he couldn't be careful of Haru's ten days of Jiro.

"My lord, what is not lifting?"

Suzuki Kokoharu in his arms is quite studious, and he asks questions again.

"Aha~"

Wu Zhi smiled faintly, and then dragged Xinchun Xiaoman's waist with both hands, so that her soft body sat on her back in her arms.

"Xinxin, does it feel awkward to sit like this now?"

Xinchun blushed and laughed, and deliberately twisted her waist and round buttocks.

"Hmm~"

"Ahem!"

Wu Zhi took a deep breath and said with restraint: "If I don't mess with you, then I won't lift it." ”

"No, slaves don't want adults to ignore them, slaves want adults to hold slaves......"

"Okay, good~"

Wu Zhi hugged Xinchun, in fact, Wu Zhi knew that what Xinchun wanted was for Wu Zhi to accompany her to keep warm, and it didn't matter if she didn't have to do things like men and women at every turn.

The key is that Wu Zhi himself must be able to endure it, because of course he can endure it when it comes to the second half of his life, and he also decided to eat less Japanese raw seafood these days, so that the fire in his body will not be so vigorous.

………………

Seven days have passed in a blink of an eye, and the tools that Wu Zhi wants are not difficult to build, this day has been all prepared, Wu Zhi and everyone checked it, and then asked someone to carry it to the wellhead to prepare to start work!

On the other side, the three fathers and sons of the Miyamoto family were kneeling in the room to discuss matters.

"Father, it's been the sixth day, and the Great Song envoys haven't started pulling stones yet, I don't think it's possible for them to solve this problem, Father must make plans early to prevent the Song envoys from cheating!" Miyamoto sneered.

Miyamoto Taro's face became more and more pale, his face was still full of pain, and his condition seemed to have worsened a little, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "Father, the Song envoys have been building tools these days, I think they should have some special way to pull up the boulder in the well, right?" Ahem... What if they do pull up? ”

"If they do pull it up, then we have nothing to say but to give them the gold mine, and I hope they can keep their promise!"

Miyamoto Yewang sighed helplessly, the Great Song Dynasty had a strong army, and it was not easy to lower his posture and accept their difficulties this time.

"But Jiro is right, it is impossible for the Song envoy to pull the boulder up in just two days, I have seen that the tools they built are nothing more than some iron chains and strange iron wheels, how can they pull the boulder with these, and their manpower is not enough at all!"

Miyamoto Yewang continued: "The Song Dynasty is a country of trustworthy etiquette, I think if the Song envoys fail, they should abide by the agreement, and we will give them some benefits in the meantime, I think they will not be too much." ”

"That's what my father said."

Taro Miyamoto and Miyamoto both bowed their heads to Miyamoto's ambition.

"Taro, you're sick, don't go out recently, recuperate with peace of mind, is Dr. Koizumi here today?" Miyamoto looked worriedly at the sick Taro Miyamoto.

Miyamoto Taro nodded lonely: "I came, I also took medicine, but the colic in my abdomen still didn't improve." ”

"Alas!"

Miyamoto Nozomi sighed, and Miyamoto also looked at Miyamoto Taro with concern and helplessness.

They all know that this disease is called "abdominal colic", which is very common in Japan, and nine out of ten people who get this disease will die of intestinal rot within a year, Miyamoto Taro has had this disease for more than half a year, and it has not improved, which makes Miyamoto Yewang's family gradually despair.

You must know that Miyamoto Taro is the son of Miyamoto's family, but this eldest son only has half a year's life at most.

"Taro, go back and rest."

"Yes."

Miyamoto Taro had just been helped away by his subordinates, when suddenly a subordinate from outside came in to report that the Song envoys had begun to pull the boulder.

"Is it finally getting started?"

Miyamoto Yewang smiled coldly: "Isn't it too late to start pulling now?" Jiro! ”

"Yes, Father!"

"Come with me, remember, don't show smugness or schadenfreude when you arrive, but pity and pity, hahaha!"

Miyamoto Taro also smiled siniestly and obeyed: "Yes, father!" ”

(End of chapter)