Chapter 197: Windmill Windmill
This plan outlines the production development, technology research and development, sales process, and promotion process, once this plan is successfully promoted, then the history of China can be upgraded by several grades, and whether there will be another massacre in the future, he dare not think. X
But at least, he has changed the fate of the Chamber of Commerce and worked hard to get a good result for history.
"Zhang's suggestion is good, but ...... What does this threshing machine mean and a windmill?" Liu Shang was puzzled, for ancient people, rice was crushed by donkeys pulling large stones, and relying on grinding.
But when grinding, there are still many seedlings in the rice, which will use the windmill, without the windmill to blow away those seedlings and rice husks, there will be a lot of slag in the rice milled.
Zhang Wuji looked at him and said, "Xiaoyun, you go and get paper and pen." ”
Xiaoyun nodded, he didn't want to quarrel with Zhang Wuji anymore, because their young lady had a love for Zhang Wuji, and it would be too much for them to quarrel again, after all, Zhang Wuji was their future uncle!
After Xiaoyun brought the pen and paper, he looked at the refugees and asked, "Who knows how to draw?"
Everyone shook their heads, they were all people with no skills and no knowledge, how could they paint? If they could paint, they would have made money from painting a long time ago.
Seeing this, Zhang Wuji secretly said in his heart: "Do you want me to draw? I don't have this ability! You let me take a 2B pencil, it's okay to use this brush, that's a ghost drawing talisman." ”
After glancing around at everyone again, and making sure that everyone would not, Zhang Wuji could only bow his head helplessly, shame on people!
Zhang Wuji wrote...... Everyone looked at Zhang Wuji's gesture, which was funny.
Zhang Wuji put down the pen, and the first stroke was very thick, but fortunately, it was a painting, and Zhang Wuji first drew a rectangular basin, which was at the bottom.
Then according to the threshing machine I saw when I was a child, I was a little embarrassed to start at first, but looking at the paper that was drawn and drawn, thrown away and thrown away, Zhang Wuji slowly started to be ruthless.
Everyone was whispering, but he didn't listen to it at all, and only focused on painting, and drew a threshing machine with his heart.
While drawing, Zhang Wuji thought.
After drawing the threshing machine, more than half an hour had passed, and Zhang Wuji started to draw the windmill again, and he was busy again for more than an hour, and these two things appeared on two pieces of paper.
In order to draw these two pieces of paper, the threshing machine and the threshing windmill, Zhang Wuji threw away no less than twenty pieces of paper, some of which were half drawn, and some of which were almost finished, but Zhang Wuji thought it was not good-looking, and then threw them away.
Zhang Wuji saw that everyone was looking at him quietly, and he no longer whispered, he laughed loudly: "The function of this threshing machine is to put it into this from this mouth, and then turn this runner, there is an iron ring on the edge of the runner, and when it rotates, these rice grains will fall on this square pot. ”
"The purpose of this is to separate the seedlings from the rice, so that the drying does not take up so much space, and the rice can be dried faster, which greatly reduces your manpower consumption, and you don't have to peel the seedlings by hand. ”
"This windmill is to dry the paddy and pour a bale of grain from it, and then turn the windmill here, and a strong wind will blow here. ”
"Rice has a certain weight, will not be blown out, this windmill blows the dry seedlings and some empty shell rice, after these rice are blown away, can greatly reduce the existence of rice bran in the bran, eat more fragrant. ”
"In addition, after you have used a big stone to grind the rice, you can use this windmill to blow the husks out, and all that is left are full grains of rice, and the taste will definitely be better. ”
Zhang Wuji said as he pointed and pointed.
After hearing this, Zhang Wou-Ki found a carpenter, one of the many refugees, who was in his eighties, but had more than sixty years of experience in the study of wood.
As Zhang Wuji told him a few times, he understood, nodded, and said, "Master Zhang, when the heavy rain stops, I'll go get wood to make it, don't worry, I will definitely not let you down." ”
Zhang Wuji nodded, then looked at the old carpenter's tools, and found that his tools were very complete, similar to some modern carpentry tools, and Zhang Wuji simply stopped selling others.
Afterwards, Liu Shang chatted with Zhang Wuji about the problem of the wasteland in the back mountains.
"Zhang, the mountain behind Wudang is steep, if we develop in that wasteland in the back mountain, in case of this kind of rainstorm...... Once the landslide in the back mountain of Wudang causes the back mountain to be submerged, the efforts made by all of us will be in vain...... Have you ever thought about this question?" asked Liu Shang.
In fact, he had already thought about this, but he didn't think it was feasible at all, because the location of the back mountain was precisely because it had experienced two or three landslides, so it was so steep now.
Once...... The landslide goes down again, not to mention the wasteland behind it, even if the Tianzhu Peak of Wudang Mountain can be preserved, it may not be.
When Zhang Wuji heard this, he said, "Wait, wait for me to see the situation in the back mountain." ”
After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he used his thoughts to communicate with the eagle that was soaring in the sky at this time, and was not affected by the heavy rain at all, let him fly to the back mountain of Wudang.
After the eagle flew over, Zhang Wuji said to Meng Mei: "I want to see the situation in the back mountain." ”
Meng Mei said: "Okay son, change for son now." ”
"The conversion was successful. Meng Mei reminded.
Suddenly, Zhang Wuji, who was originally standing, leaned forward and fell to the ground, this scene was an instinctive reaction caused by the eagle's wings soaring.
Because his eyes are now high in the sky, the eyes of the eagle are exactly the same as he sees himself.
Looking at the steep mountain behind the mountain, now under the heavy rain, some mud flows have begun to flow slowly down.
According to such a heavy rainy day and the speed of mudflow, within half a month, this Wudang Mountain will have to flow for him.
Zhang Wuji suddenly remembered that he hadn't smoked a wall before? Could this wall be used to isolate these mudflows?
Zhang Wuji's previous idea was to use this wall to be placed behind Tianzhu Peak, so that all people who went up the mountain could only take the mountain gate and ladder, which could greatly reduce the risk of Wudang Mountain being infiltrated.
After all, the ladder is set up, and it is difficult for disrespectful people to climb Wudang Mountain.
"Alright, convert back. Zhang Wuji was dizzy, and he really couldn't understand whether the birds were flying at high altitude all day long, and whether they felt dizzy.
After switching back, Zhang Wuji found himself lying on the ground, which was a great embarrassment......
Zhang Wuji stood up, patted his clothes, and said with a slightly embarrassed look: "Just now, the head of this family took a look at the problem in the back mountain, and it is not difficult to solve ......it."