The progress of the stone mill was much faster than he had estimated, and in the middle of the morning, he was exhausted again, and when he returned to his small courtyard, after washing, changing his clothes, and preparing to enjoy his meal, he found that Mo was already standing outside the door with the two craftsmen just now.

"Little boy Qiyu, the stone mill has been made according to your requirements......"

When Zhao Ying heard this, he suddenly became interested and nodded.

"Take me to see ......"

The craftsman has a special yard for workmanship, and it is on the outskirts of Fusu Mansion, and in my memory, it seems that the predecessors have never been here. Looking at this courtyard, which covers a fairly large area, Zhao Ying couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs.

The dignified Fusu Gongzi's Mansion even has craftsmen who weave straw mats and repair farm tools.

Let's put it this way, with these craftsmen, you can be self-sufficient in almost everything you need in life, which is simply the interpretation of the small-scale peasant economy to the extreme.

Seeing Zhao Ying coming, the craftsmen in the courtyard got up and saluted.

"Leave me alone, busy with your ......"

Zhao Ying waved his hand kindly, signaling that he didn't care about himself, and the craftsmen dispersed and went back to their own work.

The stone mill has been installed.

Zhao Ying walked over and took a look, but he didn't see anything, but it seemed that at least in appearance, there was no difference from the stone mill he had seen in later generations, and it was even finer in workmanship.

"Okay, well done, you two, each with a reward of 100 dollars, send the stone mill to the back kitchen first-"

"Thank you for the reward, thank you for the ......"

The stonemasons and blacksmiths were overjoyed when they heard this, and the folds of their happy faces rose.

Now their wages are only eight cents a day. One hundred yuan, even if they don't eat or drink, they have to be busy for more than ten days, and now they just follow the instructions of the nobles, simply transform a stone mill, and suddenly get a reward of a hundred yuan, naturally very happy, and work hard.

The surrounding craftsmen couldn't help but show envious eyes.

These two guys are so lucky, and they don't know when this kind of good thing will fall on their heads.

A few people, with all their hands and feet, transported the stone mill to a vacant house next to the kitchen.

Taking advantage of everyone's installation, Zhao Ying couldn't help it and asked.

"This stone mill - what did you use it for?"

"At first, it was to peel grains such as millet and wheat, but later because it was easy to crush the grains, few people used them......

The nobles don't know how to get food, how normal it is, there are too many leeks and wheat, so a few people don't think it's strange, and patiently explain to Zhao Ying.

"Don't grind noodles?"

Zhao Ying stepped forward, pushed the stone mill tentatively, and found that it was running well, so he turned his head and asked again.

"Grinding noodles? I don't know what the noble man is talking about? ”

Several craftsmen looked at each other, confused, and finally they were a little older, and the stonemason who had been praised by Zhao Ying just now came forward and asked.

Zhao Ying: ......

It took a long time to explain that several craftsmen understood what grinding noodles were.

Is it to grind wheat into flour?

Several people looked at each other, with a look of surprise and bewilderment, wondering why the wheat was ground so finely, and what was the use of grinding so fine.

In the end, the kitchen steward who came to see the excitement suddenly remembered something, suddenly slapped his head, and stepped forward to salute Zhao Ying.

"Qiyu little boy, you mentioned this, the villain remembered it, according to the people over there in the Qi country, after the public loss class made this thing, the local people did use this to grind that face, but then I heard that no one did this soon, because of this matter, the public loss class almost became a local joke person, and was talked about for a long time......"

Zhao Ying: ......

He couldn't figure out how such a good thing could be discarded.

"Why doesn't anyone use it?"

"This villain knows ......"

Speaking of this, a smile couldn't help but appear on the steward's face.

"When the stone mill was first passed over, we old Qin people also tried to use it, but this thing is really not practical - it takes too much effort, grinding a set of noodles, that is, about thirty catties, it takes two strong laborers, a whole day's time, and two strong laborers work hard for a day, you can earn sixteen yuan of wages, enough for a family for a few days......"

"In addition, grinding a set of noodles will produce a lot of bran, and those bran people will not be able to eat it, and they can only use it to feed the livestock......"

The steward smiled cautiously at this point, and said no more.

Zhao Ying's heart was suddenly embarrassed.

Isn't that why not eat minced meat?

Many people don't even have to eat coarse wheat rice, so what do they want about white flour steamed buns and fried cakes?

Although after crossing by himself, he repeatedly warned himself that he must be in awe, must integrate into the times, do not be self-righteous, and do not show the superiority of the traverser, but in the end he still took it for granted.

In the final analysis, there is still a sense of superiority in his bones that carries two thousand years of civilization.

This made him secretly vigilant.

If you don't change this kind of thought, you will make a mistake ten times more stupid than this one day, and you won't know how to die in the end.

Looking a little cramped and uneasy, he looked at his steward flatteringly, showing a smile of approval.

"Well said, the reward is 100, let's go down together to receive the reward later-"

And when the steward was rewarded, he began to speak harder and harder.

"If you talk about it, according to the villain, it's not just that, it's mainly the ground noodles, although they are thinner, but the noodles made don't have any special taste, so the poor can't afford to eat them, and most of the nobles are too lazy to eat, so they use them to peel the grain, and they will crush the grain——"

Speaking of this, the steward's tone paused, and he secretly glanced at Zhao Ying's expression, and saw that Zhao Ying did not have angry medical skills, so he smiled flatteringly again.

"Besides, the cost of this stone mill is not cheap, ordinary people can't afford it, it's really not cost-effective, and when it comes to us, not many people will use it soon......"

Zhao Ying had already understood at this time the reason why the stone mill was cold in this era.

The common people are cold because they are poor.

When the nobles are cold, it is because they can't eat.

The latter is easy to do, and the former -

Zhao Ying sighed, in this world, all diseases are easy to cure, but only poor diseases are difficult to eliminate

However, even if he has a heart for this kind of thing, he is powerless, national affairs, people's livelihood and suffering, it is not his turn to point fingers, so let's think about how to survive the earth-shattering changes two years later and save his life.

Put these complicated thoughts behind you for a while.

Zhao Ying nodded.

Then he turned his head and instructed the kitchen pipe to grind out a few catties of fine noodles according to his own requirements in advance, and then turned around and went out.

Charge:......

It seems that the little boy still doesn't believe in evil.