In the early morning, the faint smell of the earth came, it rained last night, and the others were fine, but it was bitter for Meng Yu, his grass house, leaked a lot of rain and came in, and he didn't sleep all night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He could have used the ten ingots of gold rewarded by Ru Su to repair a tiled house, but he didn't accept it, as an investment, wanting to make some fame.

If Miss Rusu's song can amaze the four seats, then naturally his reputation will spread, which is the so-called broken window effect.

It's just that ten ingots of gold are not a small amount, five hundred wen is one tael of silver, five hundred taels of silver is equal to one ingot of gold, the gold of the Tang Dynasty is actually not much, plus the complex process, there is a lot of pollution, so there is less circulation on the market, and it is precious.

Meng Yu picked up the hoe and looked at his still dripping grass house, and his heart was sour!

Why am I so miserable! Looks like I'll have to go to the market tomorrow to buy some wood and come back, at least to keep it raining!

After sighing, Meng Yu went out with a hoe and went directly to the abandoned Kanshui Canal, and was shocked by the mess there.

There were weeds, gravel, wood chips and the like everywhere, and the channel was long gone, and only the pool was left, which was still clear.

"No matter, let's clean it up first!"

Meng Yu directly got it up, freed up the gravel and wood chips, and then used a hoe to sort out the channel here.

His movements are extremely neat, and he seems to be very skilled, perhaps it is because the original owner of this body has been doing such farm work since he was a child, which is why he has such a fast speed.

Finally, after a few hours, I finally sat down on the ground sweating profusely, washed my hands in the pool, and then took out the prepared dry food and gnawed it very vigorously.

He doesn't dislike the poor food, it's good to have food, in this Datang, there are not many ingredients for flavor, even salt is poisonous, especially sea salt, which is even more inedible.

So the pasta is basically more delicious, which is why there are so many pastry shops in Datang.

As a farmer, Meng Yu is not afraid of other people's jokes, after lunch, he paved the original canal with stones, and then dug two channels to lead to Chen Dazhuang's land and his own land, but he did not change the main channel, let it flow into the fields of other villagers.

This is a hard work, one person will definitely not be able to finish it, no, Meng Yu directly called Chen Dazhuang and asked him to help dig together, and then paved the stones, which can be regarded as completing the first step.

The channel they dug was not very wide and deep, only as wide as a hoe, and only as deep as a hoe, so the movement was also swift, and it was done before sunset.

"Brother..."

Chen Dazhuang was a little puzzled why Meng Yu wanted to make this canal, and couldn't help asking: "This canal is actually not very useful, we water vegetables and moisten the ground with buckets, which is more convenient!"

He knew that the Kanshui Canal was to make a waterwheel, and the old-fashioned waterwheel had to be stepped on by someone to get out of the water, which was relatively laborious and costly, and it was better to carry water to irrigate the ground.

"Hehe, Da Zhuang, this is the prototype, I'll show you something good in a few days!"

Meng Yu put away the hoe, carried it on his shoulder, and went home with Chen Dazhuang, talking and laughing along the way, which was very leisurely.

Back at the grass house, Meng Yu ate noodles again, and then went to sleep at the end, he had already planned it, and there was nothing to think about, so it was better to sleep!

The next day, Meng Yu went to the bazaar, took his only three hundred wen, bought a lot of timber and a set of carpenter's tools, and he was going to make a waterwheel, a more special waterwheel.

When he got home, he first went to his cottage, put some planks under the straw to prevent another leak, and then got all the palm leaves to cover it for some protection.

After doing this, he began to work on the waterwheel, although he had done some carpentry work before the crossing, but he didn't know if he could make this wind-rocking waterwheel, so he was patient and did it seriously.

The so-called wind-rocking waterwheel, that is, installing a windmill on an ordinary waterwheel, and then it can be driven by manpower to send water to the canal, which is much more convenient than the old-fashioned waterwheel.

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After tossing for a few days, Meng Yu finally made the waterwheel, he took the parts of the waterwheel to the small slope with a waterhole, and then made a bracket, put the waterwheel together, put it on the shelf, and then put the prepared windmill on, and the windmill was completed.

He returned home happily and slept again, he hadn't slept well in the past few days, and he had to make up for it, otherwise he would be in danger of sudden death.

Isn't it going to be the Midyear Festival, and he is ready to go out and sell a cheekily stolen poem, and then improve his food, or accommodation.

He doesn't want to be in the suburbs of Chang'an all his life, this is simply making salted fish, he doesn't want to be a farmer all his life, as a cultural person who has crossed over, at least he has to be a literate farmer!

It's strange to say, these days, the waterwheel is running very well, occasionally sending water into the field, and the villagers in the province go to water it themselves, and Meng Yu has also received a lot of praise, and the uncle said that he would marry his daughter to him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he immediately refused.

To be honest, he also made a waterwheel, as for letting the uncle take a ride with his daughter? Really, he is not a disciple, nor is he an extremely lascivious person, so he naturally can't accept it.

In the past few days, he has been going to see the wind-rocking waterwheel, and he feels very satisfied, and praises himself from time to time and says: "Haha, I still have the potential to be a carpenter, specially, why didn't I find out in my last life?"

The previous life in his mouth is naturally the life before the time travel.

On this day, he happened to be returning to his grass house from farming, and saw a little boy waiting outside the house, and asked in surprise, "May I ask Your Excellency what is the matter?"

The little guy looked at Meng Yu, looked at it, and when he saw the shabby straw sandals, he immediately smiled and said: "Gongzi is Meng Ziran, Meng Gongzi, I am on the order of Miss Rusu to invite you to attend the poetry and wine conference of the Midyear Festival!"

Meng Yu naturally saw this little guy staring at his straw sandals, and scolded angrily.

I'll go! Could it be that my signature is a worn-out straw sandal, what a ......

He was a little angry, his tone was not good, and he said very coldly: "What kind of ghost poetry wine conference, I am not available!"

"I heard ......"

The little guy said in a calm tone, and said very indifferently: "I heard that a good poem or good word can be sold for a lot of money at the Poetry and Wine Conference!"

Suddenly, Meng Yu's face changed greatly, and he said with a smile: "It's easy to say, tell Miss Rusu, I will definitely arrive!"

The little guy snickered and left very indifferently.

Meng Yu was stunned for a moment, and returned to the house very seriously.

Laugh a fart! Who doesn't love money? Besides, I'm short of money, okay? I didn't see the cottage where I lived! Is......

(To be continued)