When I came, the sky was bright, and when I arrived in Xiaowang Village, it was already three poles in the sun.

Two ox carts loaded with goods and ten donkeys immediately attracted the attention of many farmers.

Children followed in groups, giggling and watching the excitement.

Yesterday came and went in a hurry, and Fauber didn't have time to take a good look.

Today, although the villagers of Xiaowang Village are also yellow and thin, and their clothes are ragged, they have an indescribable energy compared to the village next to them.

It seems that even children are more lively and agile.

What he didn't know was that as long as the poor people felt that their lives were going forward, they would glow with strength.

And the villagers of other villages, even if the wind and rain are good and the fields are abundant, they are not happy when they think of the heavy debts on their bodies and all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes.

How can the spirit and spirit be the same?

On the grain field halfway up the mountain, Han Zhen was directing three people to drill a log hole.

These three people are the only three carpenters in the village.

I saw rows of staggered holes drilled into the log, and when the holes were finished, they inserted bamboo strips half a foot long into the holes.

Soon, the log was filled with rows of bamboo strips that looked like a large mace.

Then a B-shaped rocker was inserted into one end of the log, and a simple wooden roller was made.

"Almost, assemble it and give it a try."

Under Han Zhen's command, three carpenters lifted the rollers and mounted them on a wooden frame.

Han Zhen held the crank and shook it vigorously a few times.

The reels immediately began to spin and creaked.

A carpenter picked up a stack of wheat stalks and brought it up.

I saw that the bamboo strips on the roller kept beating on the wheat stalks, and all the ears of wheat on it were beaten down.

"It's done!"

When the other two saw this, their faces immediately turned happy.

That's right, they're making a simple threshing machine.

Science and technology are the primary productive forces!

Han Zhen always kept this in mind.

In the past, after harvesting the wheat, the villagers spread the wheat on the grain field and used a flail to beat it continuously to cause the wheat grains to fall off.

This method is not only time-consuming, but also extremely laborious.

Moreover, there is such a grain field in the village, and it is often necessary to wait until one family has finished threshing wheat before it is the turn of the next family.

In previous years, whenever the wheat was harvested, in order to grab the grain field, various quarrels and conflicts inevitably occurred.

Now with the threshing machine, a woman with a child can easily complete the threshing in an hour or two.

Not only wheat, but also rice, sorghum, soybeans and other grains can be threshed with a threshing machine.

Buying more oxen and donkeys and leasing them to the villagers at a very low price can completely liberate the strong men from the fields, either to work or to join the army.

After trying for a while, Han Zhen stopped the movement in his hand and frowned: "It's too jerky and laborious when shaking, so the roller still needs to be improved and optimized." ”

A carpenter scratched his head and said, "I'll think of a way." ”

"Alang!"

Fang Sansan walked all the way to the grain field on his short legs and said, "Those two people came again yesterday, and they brought a lot of donkeys. ”

Hearing this, Han Zhen instructed the three carpenters: "Improve the roller, followed by the hand-cranked blower I just mentioned, you go back to study it yourself, if anyone makes it first, you can find me to receive a five-run reward!" ”

Five-in-one reward?

In an instant, the eyes of the three carpenters lit up, and then they looked at their peers warily.

Seeing this, Han Zhen smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the house.

Lying flat?

Roll it up for you!

Han Zhen has never underestimated the wisdom of the ancients, they are just limited and limited.

So all they need is a little inspiration and direction, and they can figure it out themselves.

……

Back at the house, Ma Sangou and others were unloading.

With a basket of copper coins removed from the ox cart, Chef Shen and the others were full of excitement.

After greeting Fu Bo, he led him all the way to the backyard study.

Fu Bo took a sip of the teacup, and then said: "Xiao Langjun, the ploughing cattle and donkeys have been delivered, and the money for the purchase of these livestock has also been deducted from the payment. ”

"I want ten oxen and twenty donkeys." Han Zhen tapped lightly on the tabletop.

Fu Bo shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Xiao Langjun also has to understand my difficulties, ten ploughing cattle are too much, I can only give five at most, and the remaining ploughing cattle and donkeys will be sent in batches." ”

"Five heads will be five heads."

Han Zhen smiled slightly, not too much dwelling on this matter.

As long as you open this head, are you afraid that you won't be able to buy it in the future?

A lot of things are like that, only zero times and countless times.

"Thank you Xiaolangjun for your understanding."

Fu Bo smiled and arched his hand, only thinking that this Han Er's personality was not bad, and he was not difficult to get along with.

In the future, the payment will be settled at one time, and the raw materials will also be sent with the payment. This mountain is high and the road is far away, so that the old man will not be guilty of running at both ends. ”

Hearing this, Fu Bo asked, "I don't know what raw materials Xiao Langjun needs?" ”

Han Zhen reported: "Sand sugar, coarse salt, pig iron, saltpeter, sulfur! ”

Saltpeter and sulfur are understandable and should be the secret recipe for refining refined salt.

But pig iron ......

Seeing the strangeness in Fu Bo's eyes, Han Zhen asked knowingly, "What doubts does my uncle have?" ”

"Other materials are easy to get, I don't know how much this pig iron does Xiao Langjun need?"

"Two hundred pounds at a time."

Pig iron is strictly controlled by the government, so Han Zhen didn't dare to ask for more, not to mention whether Changzhi County would agree to it if it was too much, and even if he agreed, he wouldn't be able to get it.

Although it is only 200 catties each time, it is better than the long stream of water.

Hearing this amount, Fu Bo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, he was afraid that Han Zhen Lion would open his mouth and say a thousand catties.

The Northern Song Dynasty not only had private salt, but also private iron.

It's just that unlike private salt, private railways are secretly sold by officials of various subway supervisors.

Two hundred catties of pig iron are still relatively easy to get, and they will not attract attention.

After the negotiation, Han Zhen was in a good mood, got up and said, "Boss, let's come and see the goods." ”

"I still can't trust Xiao Langjun."

Saying that, Fauber had already stood up.

The two came to the small warehouse, Han Zhen pointed to the white sugar and refined salt packed in the sack and said, "It's all here, let's check it." ”

Fauber stepped forward and opened a smaller cloth bag.

The eye is soft and powdery white frosting, stretch out your fingers and twist a small pinch into your mouth.

A sweet breath suddenly swayed on the tip of the tongue.

A hint of pleasure flashed in Fauber's eyes, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhen's expression was slightly weird.

Dimly lit room, two men, a bag of white powder......

In a trance, there is a sense of confusion in the drug dealer trade of later films.

Fauber inspected it very carefully, and opened each bag of refined salt to taste it himself.

After all, in this transaction, Changzhi County has all his net worth.

After all the tests were done, Fu Bo smiled with satisfaction: "Xiao Langjun is really a blessing, with this hand-made craftsmanship of turning stones into gold, I am afraid that future generations will not have to worry." ”

Han Zhen said modestly: "Just make some hard-earned money." ”

At this moment, Fu Bo seemed to remember something, and suddenly said, "By the way, I heard a message when the old man came. A few days ago, a bandit Han Er rushed into the county government and killed officials to rebel. ”

Han Zhen's expression remained unchanged, and he waited for the following with a smile.

"That Han Er has now fled into the mountains, Xiao Langjun has to be careful."

Fu Bo said as he observed Han Zhen's expression.

Seeing that he looked calm from beginning to end, he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, as his own Ah Lang said, he underestimated this son.

Han Zhen smiled slightly: "Thank you for reminding me." ”

The meaning of the other party's words is obvious, the bandit leader who killed and rebelled has fled into the mountains, and Xiaowang Village is still the same Xiaowang Village.

It was Han Er who killed the official and rebelled, what does it have to do with him Han Zhen?