Although Datang is prosperous, there are still many people who can't afford to eat, and it is rumored that where is the granary, and there are countless grains in the treasury, in fact, they are all nonsense, otherwise rice can be so expensive?

Meng Yu plans to build a plow first, do this well, and think of a way to get a hybrid rice or something, or a greenhouse or something, so that there can be more food and help others. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He was a variable in the first place, and since he came, he could not see the suffering of the poor, nor the famine everywhere.

It was not an easy task, he went to the market to buy some timber, and then went to the mountains to find good cypress trees to make plough poles.

The plough pole is the root of a plow, so you should use cypress, otherwise it will be eaten by insects and ants, and the plow will be broken and can not be used.

Ready for these, Meng Yu began to make parts according to the drawings he had already drawn, and had seen some parts upside down in the famous British "Woodworking Book" before, so that he could assemble the wooden plough without nails and very firmly.

However, China's "Book of Wood" mentioned in the method of tightening things is also good, probably China is still a lot ahead, after all, the origin of carpentry is in China, such as the machine, in fact, it is the predecessor of woodworking, the Mohist and the public loser's mechanism in history does exist.

"Let's get to work!"

Meng Yu looked at the wood around him, picked up the tools and started to do it, he didn't think much about it, and worked nervously alone.

I have to say that although Meng Yu gives, his eyebrows are clear, and he can see it, although he is not as good as Pan An, and he does not have the mercy of Baishan Yueyue, but this is a pure man.

Soon, there was a sound in the grass house, which was very natural......

………

Fengming Pavilion.

After last night's madness, today is a little cooler, only a few people come here intermittently to eat and drink, but none of them want a girl, the old bustard is so angry that he scolds, and the private room in the attic.

A character woman, a green emerald smoke shirt, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers and mist and green grass, wearing a thin smoke veil of emerald water, her shoulders are slashed into a waist, her muscles are like a condensed fat and her breath is like a quiet orchid, her eyes are full of spring water, and she is obliquely inserted with a jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin on her head.

"Sister, you said that Meng Yu Gongzi has real talent and real learning?"

Xia Er gently brewed the tea, asked about the faint fragrance, and said, "This tea is really good, and the prince of Baishan is warm to his sister!"

Ru Su frowned, of course she knew that Xia Er was teasing her, and couldn't help laughing: "In that case, how about I promise you to him?"

She picked up the teacup with her fingers, took a sip, smiled faintly, and it was beautiful in an instant, like a short-lived smile disappeared in an instant, and all that was left was indifference.

She doesn't like to laugh, so why should she pretend to laugh for the sake of the world.

"Xia'er, I'm afraid Meng Gongzi is not simple..."

She stroked the piano and said very seriously: "His knowledge... I'm afraid it's more than that, and the people are also good! ”

This sentence "People are also good", but Xia Er was frightened, looked at her girl in surprise, and said, "Sister, doesn't she have a secret affection for him?"

"I think he just has some talent, so he is still open!"

"Huh? Xia Er is too worried! ”

Ru Su remembered Meng Yu's appearance, smiled stupidly, and said, "We are a woman like the dust, I'm afraid we won't be able to enter the eyes of Meng Gongzi......"

She thought of the song "Water Tune Song Head", and couldn't help but feel a little lonely, such a good word came from a poor boy, and he was a strange poor boy who didn't know etiquette, and the most hateful thing was that this poor boy never took her to heart.

You must know that others bid 100,000 taels to see her face, and 100,000 taels is just to look at her, but Meng Yu is good, as if she doesn't treat her as a woman, just a "businessman" who uses each other, selfish!

"Hmph, how many poems did he make to make his sister praise him like this?"

Xia Er doesn't like it, she has always been very resistant to Meng Yu, she was born in Fengyue place, she was used to seeing those stinky men, she was disgusted, and then said: "Sister... Do you remember Sister Su San? ”

"Naturally remember!"

Ru Su's eyelids jumped, and he stopped talking.

If Meng Yu was here, he would definitely be surprised, wasn't Su San from the Ming Dynasty? How did you get here?

Three years ago, another Qingqi person in Fengming Pavilion, she was as beautiful as a flower, although she was not as good as Ru Su, but she was also a must, but unfortunately, she fell in love with a negative man and cheated her money away, without leaving a word, and then Su San jumped off Weishui and died!

After experiencing this incident, Fengming Pavilion continued to do business as usual, while the other Qingqi people were in pain, especially Xia Er, who hated men even more, and it had become a habit.

"It's all over, Xia'er, not all men in the world are like this, I think Meng Gongzi is very unique, if we ask him, I'm afraid he will help us, it's just ......"

Ru Su was suddenly stunned, his eyebrows moved, and finally he shook his head and sighed, "It's just that I don't want to owe him a favor!"

"Yes!"

Xia Er was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips and said yes, scolded Meng Yu in her heart, and then looked out the window quietly, not knowing what to think.

The outskirts of Chang'an.

Meng Yu in the grass hut suddenly sneezed, and ignored it, he made the approximate parts of the plow, only the bottom plate, the plow rod, the handle and the wheel.

But it was getting late, and Meng Yu had to go back to cook, so he cleaned up and hurried back.

Back at the house, Meng Yu washed his hands and immediately went to the kitchen, the dishes were still bought at noon, they were very fresh, but a few leaves on the outside were broken, and they could be eaten when they were removed.

During the cooking period, Meng Yu's mind was still the plow, and he almost fried the vegetables.

………

A few days have passed, Meng Yu has to run around every day, but he doesn't feel tired, he always feels that his physical strength is much better than before, I don't know why.

In fact, every night, the old man will give him some internal strength, so that he can live like this, otherwise he would have been tired a long time ago.

"Stinky boy, I'm leaving, I'll leave a book for you, practice hard by yourself!"

The old man appeared in Meng Yu's bedroom, feeling a little reluctant, but he still decided to leave, put down a booklet on the table, and left.

The next day, Meng Yu found the booklet, which contained a letter of inscription, which read as follows:

Stinky boy, I'm leaving, take care of yourself, you have a kind heart, don't get involved in government politics, there are still many things in the world that you don't know, I have passed on the internal skills for decades to you, as for swordsmanship, you can learn it yourself!

"What?"

Meng Yu suddenly rushed out of the house, came directly to the old man's room, and found that the quilts were neat, but the people were gone, and he was lost, and said, "The old man is really gone...... What is the use of him passing on my internal strength? I'm just an ordinary person... Forget it, it's good to defend yourself, or practice..."

For a few days, Meng Yu took Mu Aya to Chen Yipin's house to eat, and his plow was finally done, and he looked good, but I don't know how the performance is?

"Try?"

Chen Yipin smiled, pulled up his trouser legs, went directly to the field, put the plow rope on himself, and gently dragged it.

The more he dragged it, the more surprised he became, as if it was extremely relaxed, and the speed was much lighter.

"Good!"

There is a good word evaluation, Meng Yu understands it, and his heart is also faintly happy.

It's finally done.

(To be continued)