Chapter 563

Ling Ziqing was walking, and suddenly saw a plow and harrow on the side of the road. He stopped curiously.

"Ha, I did it!"

Song Xijiao saw this thing and immediately introduced it with pride.

Although the Quyuan plow is the crystallization of the ancient working people, she has taken a ready-made design, but it is not so easy to make. It is a good thing that she made by melting the clay molding bit by bit.

With an old cow and a tenant, seven or eight acres of land can be easily cultivated, saving a lot of manpower and material resources. And now many people from other towns have come to inquire about the selling method and usage of this curved yuan plow. It is estimated that it will be popularized in this area in a short time.

After listening to her, even the breeze showed a look of admiration and admiration.

"Miss Song, you are really amazing! You can do it

Song Xijiao said with a smile: "the plow and rake are designed by others. I am only responsible for making them. Let's go. I'll show you the windmill I'm making. It'll be ready soon. Just when the ice in the Kaichun River melts, the windmill can be put into use. That's a big project. When the time comes, the whole xianmingguan field will be irrigated directly, and no manpower is needed to carry water. "

At ordinary times, she is doing these things in silence. No matter how much it is done, no one will share it with her unless it is a finished product.

Zhao Jie has his own business to be busy with. The swordsman is only responsible for secretly protecting her. Meng Xinghe is often busy for a few days and can't see a figure.

Now someone finally listened to her rambling about these things, and she was happy to share them.

She took Ling Ziqing and Qingfeng to a courtyard. Before she went in, she heard the sound of Dudu Dangdang inside. When she went in, Qingfeng was stunned.

I saw several large round woodcarvings lying on the ground in the yard, but even if they were lying on their backs, they were at least a few feet tall. How could such a huge thing be designed by a little girl like song Xijiao?

"This is the windmill. Of course, it can also be called a water wheel. It uses the wind to drive the windmill to rotate, so as to take the water out of the river and irrigate the fields with ditches."

As she introduced it, she asked the carpenter.

"Uncle Yan, last time you said you could do it by the end of February. What's the matter now?"

Uncle Yan is cutting a piece of wood. Hearing this, he looks up and says with a smile: "now we can only advance, not lag behind. See if the windmill has been finished. The main frame is finished. Now we have to make some wooden bolts. As long as the bolts are finished, the windmill will be ready! It will be known about the middle of February. "

"Really!"

Song Xijiao can't help but be overjoyed at the speech, so said, in a few days to do it! She looked at Ling Ziqing excitedly, as if she were asking for praise.

Ling Ziqing could not help but smile faintly and patted her hair: "your hard work will soon be rewarded."

"Yes

Song Xijiao jumped on a high platform excitedly and yelled.

"We should work harder to improve the speed and ensure the quality. This is related to the generations of Xianming pass. If you make it, I will set up a stone tablet by the river and write your names on it, so that the descendants of Xianming pass will know who made the windmill!"

Hearing this, the carpenters suddenly came to more enthusiasm.

The one who was supposed to be lazy by stealing light and cutting materials quickly found out his work to do it again, so as not to have problems with the windmill in the future, and his name would remain infamous forever.

After seeing the windmill, song Xijiao's happy mood has already surged to the extreme, even walking is bouncing.

Ling Ziqing looked at the local conditions and customs on the street, but he had some feelings.

The same people who live in the same sky have different living conditions. The people here are either dull or brilliant, and don't know what they are thinking about.

I don't know whether it is suffering from life or losing hope for life.

Unlike the people of Jinzhou City, there are all kinds of people. More people are people who think about eating, drinking, reading and writing all day long.

Once upon a time, he thought such a crowd was boring, but compared with xianmingguan, the people in Jinzhou City were much more interesting, at least, like living people.

It's no wonder that song Xijiao didn't develop his papermaking skills here.

I'm afraid there are not many people here who will pay a high price for paper.

"Here it is!"

A dozen miles away from the gate of the city, we came to the edge of a large field of farmland. Song Xijiao pointed to her own field in the distance and said excitedly, "that large area, and that large area, with a total of more than 70 mu, are all mine! What I grow now is basically to make military food and solve the problem of food and clothing for people in Xianming pass, so they are basically staple food. "

Ling Ziqing looked through her fingers. It was the end of winter, and the field was still frozen.

But even so, we can still see the difference between a piece of land and other places, a ridge of a ridge looks particularly neat and beautiful.Song Xijiao said: "when I came, Meng Xinghe was in Xianming pass. The rebels did not dare to make trouble, the bandits did not dare to steal. Even the Fusu people did not dare to plunder. It is said that they used to work hard for a year. When the harvest came, all the people from all walks of life came and robbed all the farmers in the field. Those people are busy in vain

Ling Ziqing gently nodded at the smell of speech: "if you have Fu Su people in one day, it's hard to be peaceful here. However, with the master there, we can get twice the result with half the effort. This place will soon get rid of the shadow of Fusu. "

"I hope so."

Song Xijiao said with emotion. After a while, she turned her head and looked at Ling Ziqing.

"Elder martial brother, you told me yesterday that you wanted to tell me something about chestnuts in private, but you never told me Is something wrong with chestnuts

She tossed and turned all night last night, wanting to ask, but not daring to ask.

Because she felt vaguely that something had happened to chestnut.

But it's absolutely not a big deal, because if something happened to chestnut, Ling Ziqing could not hide it from her and talk and laugh with her as if nothing had happened.

An accident is not a big event She can only think of a little.

This is that the chestnut was picked up by the man.

According to the time when Ling Ziqing left Jinzhou to xianmingguan, I'm afraid chestnut has now entered the palace and reunited with his father.

So she wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask.

Ling Ziqing heard her words, her eyes dim.

He looked at the blue sky in the distance in silence for a long time, and then said faintly: "Xijiao, I already know about Zhongchun. He is the present Prince Cangwu, isn't he

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