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Ye Feng woke up the next day, looked at Kara, who was sitting on the bed and had fallen asleep, and smiled knowingly. I was a little ashamed in my heart, Carla must be very tired after sitting like this all night, Ye Feng thought. It was really Ye Feng who was too sleepy to fall asleep.

Ye Feng got up and moved his muscles and bones, and began to be busy with new things again, Ye Feng walked out of the palace gate and said hello to Alva, who was guarding the palace.

"Alva, you've been looking good lately!"

Ye Feng really didn't know what he could say, and seeing that Alva's complexion had been much better recently, he said so.

"Yes, sir, I've slept well lately, so I look good!"

Since every time Ye Feng went out, he would greet Alva, the deputy guard captain who guarded the palace, so Alva was not surprised.

"Haha! That's good, then you can keep it up, I still need you to fight for me! ”

Ye Feng laughed.

"Yes, sir!"

Alva leaned over and said.

"Good, good!"

Ye Feng said happily.

Ye Feng decided to take a look around the farmland to see how the harvest and crops were doing today.

Although Ulding was Ye Feng's guard, the guards never entered Ye Feng's inner palace, so after Ye Feng left the inner hall, he saw Ulding, who was neatly dressed and straddling a long sword at the door of the outer hall, waiting for him.

"Is everything ready?"

Ye Feng asked.

"Everything is ready, just waiting for your order!"

Ulding said happily that Ye Feng was diligent in national affairs, which made Ulding very happy.

"Let's go, then!"

Ye Feng stepped on Nuo Ling, rode on top of Nuo Ling, and said with a whip.

A small group of apostle guards also turned over and got on their horses at this time, Ye Feng rode out of the palace first, and the rest of the guards also followed out in turn.

Coming to the vicinity of the farmland under the Holy City, Ye Feng's brows couldn't help but wrinkle, although most of the territory of the Northern Hungarian Kingdom was swamps and black forests, but Ye Feng didn't expect the situation to be like this.

Outside the farmland is the freshly burned forest, as well as the swamp, to forest flat marsh, is the consistent national policy of the Northern Hungarian State, but the process is not fast, in fact, this part of the windmill hometown of the Netherlands belongs to the Northern Hungarian State, where the river network is dense, the water resources are abundant, but the lack of use of the method, if you can find a way to use, you will definitely be able to increase the yield of farmland.

After Ye Feng inspected a circle, he deeply felt the backwardness of the waterwheel technology of this era, seeing Ye Feng's unhappy face, Ulding was not easy to speak, since the appearance of that iron plow, the cultivated area of the farmland has increased by half, Ulding, who thought that Ye Feng was very happy, never thought that Ye Feng was not satisfied.

Dissatisfaction is always the driving force for invention and creation, Ye Feng was ready to take a good rest, but in the end, in order to live a better life, he plunged into the craftsman camp, yes, he just wanted to use his own experience to invent black technology. A modified version of the waterwheel.

All of our important structures, gears, screws, pistons and cylinders, are used as a type of water lifter. The same is true for the circular chain and the original waterwheel, and what Ye Feng wants to make is a relatively simple horizontal waterwheel.

It is much smaller and less powerful than a vertical waterwheel, but more economical in wood.

In the first century B.C., there was a poem in praise of the water mill.

"Ahh The girl who grinds corn!

You're grinding so hard.

You can go back to sleep.

Leave the birds to sing the dawn.

Now the fairies on the river,

Jumped on top of the waterwheel.

The wheel drives the shaft,

The reels drove the mill to sing again! ”

In the 11th century, almost every diocese in Western Europe had a water mill.

Water mills can be used to grind olives, applesauce, hemp seed oil and rapeseed oil. They even grinded charcoal into minced powder to make gunpowder. This is a kind of grinding car, a waterwheel, but Ye Feng has to do more than that, there is also a windmill.

Ye Feng came to the carpenter's camp, the commander of the carpenter's camp was a Gallic convert, he had always been a good carpenter, in that nameless village in Gaul, and in the blacksmith camp in Northern Hungary. He was Benson, a skilled carpenter who was a fanatical believer in the art of carpentering.

He was completely aware of the miracles that Ye Feng had created, but he didn't attribute this to Ye Feng, but to the gods, who believed that Ye Feng was a person who could communicate with the gods and could always bring something unbelievable.

Now, he brought something new, a horizontal windmill, but to Ye Feng's surprise, Benson was completely good at making horizontal windmills.

Benson was a little disappointed with Ye Feng's miracle this time. He said with some disinterest:

"This kind of thing has been ...... for a long time"

Benson felt a little sorry for his god at this time, why did the miracles of the Holy Lord still stay in the time of the Huns, shouldn't he give the world something better? At this moment, Benson's faith was even a little shaken.

But immediately, Ye Feng took out another thing that made him extremely fanatical, which was the vertical waterwheel, also known as the column car. This kind of waterwheel first appeared in France in 1180, and now Ye Feng has taken him out, this agricultural technology is a full 500 years ahead of the current world!

Benson and the other carpenters immediately fell into a frenzy, all of them had a strong belief in the carpenter's craft, and this kind of cart was undoubtedly a depth charge, which quickly stirred up a thousand waves.

"Thank you, Holy Lord! Thank you, Holy Lord! ”

Benson and the old carpenters all knelt down and surrounded Ye Feng.

In the eyes of everyone, Ye Feng is God's spokesman. And Benson's faith has become extremely firm at this moment.

Because the wings had to be perpendicular to the wind at all times, the wooden body, which included the grinding stones and the gearing, was mounted on a supporting column, hence the name, Ye Feng remembers that the earliest picture of this windmill is from Canterbury's "Windmill Poem" in 1270.

"Can you help me make it? This speeds up the process! ”

Ye Feng asked with some excitement, he was also infected by these fanatical craftsmen.

"Me! I! ”

"Me! And me! ”

......

Almost all of them were scrambling to participate, and Ye Feng had to wave their hands to stop their frantic shouting.

"Just the best! Benson, you start picking! ”

Ye Feng said.

Benson nodded, swallowing. All the other carpenters stared at him like wolves.

"Ben, Alex ....."

Benson called the carpenter's name, and when a name was called, those who were called let out a cheer, and those who didn't let out a sigh.