"Thank you."

The blacksmith was very excited, and he couldn't wait to start doing it according to the drawings on the spot, and after about a few days, the people in the village got together, and Shen Qingci originally wanted to make a few more boxes of rouge gouache to send to Xiao Dongniang, but he was also pulled to the entrance of the village by Xiao Dong.

In fact, she is just an outsider, not a Tanglin person.

So she didn't know if she could really participate in such a gathering, but she hadn't thought much about it, and she had already been pulled over by Xiaodong......

It wasn't until she arrived that she saw what was on the ground and knew something.

She stepped forward and picked up a farming tool from the ground, "Grow a little." ”

And the blacksmith's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly remembered something in his heart.

"It's shorter," she took out the same again, although they are all different from the outside, but they should also be usable, human wisdom is the same, and time will bring them more and more wisdom and surprises.

Although she doesn't know too much, and there may be mistakes, she believes that with the wisdom of the Tanglin people, with the fact that they can reproduce for dozens of generations, they will definitely use their wisdom to slowly adjust these farm tools to the best and most suitable point.

Yes, it is a farm tool, the picture that Shen Qingci drew for the blacksmith at the beginning, that is, some of the farm tools she has seen, and she doesn't know the others first, but these are all used by them.

She lived with her mother in that small village for four years, and in the first life she was ignorant.

In the second life, she was wise, and what she saw in her eyes became what she thought in her heart, and it also became more and better memories in her life than others.

And these tools are what she has in her memory, in fact, she also saw it unintentionally, unintentionally remembered, but she didn't expect that one day, these will be given to the Tanglin people by her.

In the past thousand years, the outside world has gained the most about the change of dynasties and endless wars, but it is also because of these that more ways of survival have been derived, and these agricultural tools are where their wisdom lies in these thousands of years.

Several young men were eager to try new farm tools, but when they were about to leave with farm tools, they turned around and smiled at Shen Qingci innocently, they had nothing in their hands, but they didn't know how to use them.

Shen Qingci actually wanted to say that she hadn't farmed either.

But compared to these people who have never eaten single meat and have never seen a pig walk, she has heard a pig cry at the most, so she can only lead by example and tell them how to use these, that is, this blacksmith master is so real, can you not make it so heavy, or is it so heavy, who let her not touch it.

She has seen how others use each tool, so under her half-demonstration, half-command, and half-talk, these Tanglin people can draw inferences from each other, and they also begin to use it.

Of course, when these were first used, they were still a little uncomfortable, but in the end, they got used to it, but they found that it was much easier to use than what they used before.

In particular, Shen Qingci painted a plow for them to pull the ground, which can be pulled by manpower or oxen, and the Tanglin people raise cattle, that is, the plow they use is the kind of plow they used thousands of years ago, and it is not as easy to use as manpower, so this ox is finally raised and used, and the work of this Tiancheng also falls on people.

And now Shen Qingci taught them these things, which is enough for him and them to progress from the pre-Qin thousands of years ago, to thousands of years at once, especially this kind of plow, every time they walk, they can do a person's work for five or six days, if they use these tools, it is enough to make their movements about ten times faster.

Therefore, it is not bad to say that the work is in its instrument.

Shen Qingci taught them everything she knew, including how to thresh, grind noodles and the like, although she had not done it, but she had seen a lot in the village, and she just drew these, and the people of Tanglin would naturally experiment.

They all like this, even if it doesn't work out in the end, but what they like more may be such a process.

Shen Qingci didn't know that what she brought to the Tanglin people as an outsider could bring earth-shaking changes to their lives in addition to these thousands of years.

And here, they don't know how the sun and the moon change.

But she still can't integrate herself here, Dari is a good place, but what she wants most is not here, she was born in troubled times, lived in troubled times, and the wind and rain outside are what she has to experience.

Even if there is pain, even if there are thorns, it must be the path she wants.

In the distance, the peach blossoms are painted and flying, and the flowers are all over the ground.

It's just in her heart.

She placed her hand on her chest

If you are here, it would be good, forget the world, and it will be a real peace event.

She opened her eyes, and before she knew it, she was stained with a deep and shallow wound.

Some of the wounds are in her soul, immortal.

"Sister, it's time to eat."

Xiaodong outside shouted people, and also asked Shen Qing to quit and eat.

"Well, here," Shen Qingci straightened his clothes, and then put half of the spices he had made on the table, although it was useless for her to do these, for the Tanglin people, it was far from giving them more tools and more methods, but these rouge gouache and spice beads were also very liked by the young girls here, and women love beauty, which is their nature.

It is also because of this that she can eat and live here, without feeling ashamed of eating for nothing.

There are already a few vegetarian dishes on the table, as well as the large white rice produced here, and a pot of peach blossom tea, which is the most popular drink of the people here, and the Tanglin people have lived here for generations and are also self-sufficient.

Although the meal can't be said to be big fish and meat, there is also rice and noodles for a meal, and you can eat and drink to your heart's content.

Shen Qingci is not a picky eater, she has eaten steamed buns and pickles all the way, and she has never seen anything she dislikes, not to mention that it will be such a day when there are vegetables, eggs, and big white rice.

She sandwiched some vegetables into her bowl and ate them, but as soon as this dish was in her mouth, inexplicably, she frowned slightly, when she first came, the food cooked by Xiao Dongniang was also very good, but the taste was getting lighter day by day, and today, she couldn't taste a trace of salt, and she looked at others without leaving a trace.

In the village chief's family, there is only this family of three, and there is not even an adult man in the family, and she has never asked about Xiaodong's father, and Xiaodong has never mentioned it, at this time, the three of them are eating silently, such a light meal, they can't taste it, or is it because they have lived here for thousands of years, so even the salty and light can't be distinguished?