"Exactly!" Xu Shu also sighed with emotion: "I haven't been here in two years, and the scenery remains the same."
Liu Qi felt excited and immediately urged his horse down the hill and went straight to the villa.
When he came to the bridge, he dismounted, crossed the stream, and walked through the bamboo forest before arriving at the thatched cottage. Liu Qi personally stepped forward and knocked on the wood door.
A moment later, the courtyard door opened, and a boy appeared. Liu Qi looked unfamiliar, but he saw Xu Shu behind him. He was surprised and said, "Mr. Yuan Zhi?"
Xu Shu's face changed slightly and he said hurriedly: "This is General Zuo!"
Liu Qi cupped his fists and said, "I am Liu Qi, and my father Liu Biao is here to pay homage to Mr. Kong Ming."
The boy shook his head and said, "It's unfortunate that the general is here. Sir, he went out to visit friends this morning."
A trace of worry flashed in Xu Shu's eyes, and he said to Liu Qi: "There is no fixed date for Kong Ming to go out. I'm afraid..."
"It's okay, we're here for a spring outing too!" Liu Qi waved his hand carelessly, looked around, saw a fertile field on the left, and asked, "Is this where Kong Ming cultivates?"
The boy nodded and said: "Plowing and fertilizing the land these days, we can start farming when Mr. comes back."
Liu Qi walked over and took a look. The ridges were very neat, and the ridges were as straight as lines. The obsessive-compulsive disorder would cry when he saw it.
I turned around and saw the wooden plow in the corner. I said "Huh", walked over and helped it up, and looked at it carefully.
Xu Shu wondered: "What's so special about this wooden plow?"
"This wooden plow is too heavy." Liu Qi looked at it for a while, shook his head and sighed.
The boy was immediately displeased and said: "This wooden plow has been modified by my husband. It can not only cultivate the land, but also sow seeds. I am afraid that in Xiangyang and even the entire Jingzhou, this wooden plow is the only one in Longzhong."
This wooden plow is different from my impression. The plow shaft is straight and long, and the ground connection is like a machine tool. Although a wooden bucket for seeding is added, it looks heavy and dull.
"Although it saves trouble, it doesn't save effort!" Liu Qi thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that Qu Yuanli might not have appeared at this time, and an idea suddenly occurred to him.
"The general also knows how to farm?" The boy looked unconvinced and looked at Liu Qi with his chin slightly raised.
Xu Shu was also stunned. Zhuge Liang was very proficient in these instruments and mechanisms. He liked to collect various ancient books and often figured out and modified them himself. It was amazing.
This wooden plow was placed at the door, obviously to make it easier for others to imitate it. It must be Zhuge Liang's proud work, but was it said so badly by Liu Qi?
"I understand a little bit!" Liu Qi smiled slightly and asked, "Can I borrow a pen and paper?"
"Please come to the thatched cottage to have a rest!" The boy was hesitant and led Liu Qi and others into the yard.
This courtyard is very quiet, with pines and bamboos surrounding the walls, fruit trees and flowers in the courtyard, and a garden in the shape of a trigram, with all kinds of cobblestones paved meticulously. It is simply a good news for obsessive-compulsive disorder.
After arriving at a pavilion in the courtyard and sitting down, another boy brought tea. Xu Shu seemed a little uneasy, looking around and occasionally sighing.
Soon the paper and pen were put on the table, and Liu Qi drew a sketch of the curved shaft plow and introduced: "Change this place into a triangle shape, and connect the front end with an iron ring to facilitate control of the direction..."
After Liu Qi finished painting, it looked like a square root. It only used the handle and the curved shaft, connected by a horizontal beam in the middle, minus the wooden bed. It was very simple.
"This..." The boy's face was filled with disdain. He wanted to make a sarcastic comment, but due to his status, he changed his words and said, "Can this cultivate the land?"
Liu Qi smiled and said: "Sir, he is very familiar with the equipment. Come back and ask him to modify and make it. You will know after you try it."
The boy said perfunctorily: "Thank you, General, for your advice."
Xu Shu couldn't see whether this thing was of any use. He thought that if Liu Qi were to do it for everyone, he would be laughed at and despised by Zhuge, and it would be even more hopeless to ask him to come out.
He then said, "Since Kong Ming is not here, why don't the general leave a letter and come back another day?"
"Okay!" Liu Qi nodded slightly.
Without looking for paper alone, he wrote a poem under Quyuanli and said goodbye.
In the evening, two people strolled up Wollongong. One was wearing long sleeves and the other was wearing a long green shirt. They were carrying bags on their backs. It was Zhuge Liang and his third brother Zhuge Jun.
Back in front of the village, the boy hurriedly greeted him and asked in surprise: "How can the two masters come back in one day?"
Zhuge Jun smiled and said: "Mr. Cui is not at home, and it is time for spring planting, so I will go home first."
The boy welcomed the door and said, "Today we have a distinguished guest, Liu Qi, the son of Liu Jingzhou, and Mr. Yuan Zhi is also here..."
"Yuan Zhi is leading the way?" Zhuge Liang frowned slightly and said displeasedly: "Does Xu Shu want to sacrifice me as a sacrifice?"
"Then Liu Qi is too young and frivolous!" The boy also said: "He said that the wooden plow that Mr. modified was heavy and heavy, and he left a sketch behind."
"Humph, you ignorant person!" Zhuge Liang was walking towards the pavilion. He snorted slightly and walked into the thatched cottage with a flourish of his sleeves.
Zhuge Jun was a little curious, so he walked over to take a look and exclaimed: "Second brother, there is a poem here, which fits my brother's previous sigh of concern for the people."
"Read it and listen." Zhuge Liang washed his hands in the corridor without looking back.
Zhuge Jun read loudly:
“Sow a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn;
There is no idle land everywhere, and farmers are still starving to death! "
"Huh?" Zhuge Liang turned around, shook the water drops on his hand and said with a smile, "This must have been done under Yuan Zhi's guidance."
"Brother, look at this picture again." Zhuge Jun took the paper over.
"This is..." Zhuge Liang was smiling calmly, but suddenly his face changed slightly and his eyes were fixed on the sketch.
He actually wiped his hands on himself, took the drawing and looked at it carefully. The poem below was written by the same person as the one seen in Shuijing Villa.
Zhuge Jun was surprised: "Brother, is this wooden plow useful?"
Only when he saw the fragments of ancient books and very sophisticated mechanisms would Zhuge Liang lose his composure.
"Prepare the materials immediately!" Zhuge Liang handed the drawings to Zhuge Jun and quickly walked to the back hall: "Change!"
Zhuge Jun was stunned for a moment before calling the boy to get ready. Soon, wooden beds, axes, chisels, saws and pushers were all set up in the yard.
Soon Zhuge Liang changed into coarse clothes and wrapped his hair with a green scarf, becoming clean and tidy, which was completely opposite to the elegant temperament he had just now.
Zhuge Jun advised: "It's getting late, why not try again tomorrow."
"Make this Quyuan first!" Zhuge Liang is a resolute person. Once he makes a decision, he will never delay it.
Zhuge Jun had no choice but to help the boy and found a similar wooden stake and started working on it.
Zhuge Liang pointed and said: "The original plow frame often broke. If it is changed into a triangular shape, it will be much more stable, save a lot of materials, and make it easier to promote."
Zhuge Jun was confused. In the past, one side of the four-sided plow frame would always be deformed or broken. They tried many methods but could not improve it. Liu Qi simply subtracted one side. Wouldn't it be easier to fall apart?
But I heard Zhuge Liang sigh: "The Quyuan plow not only eliminates complexity and simplifies it, but it is also convenient and labor-saving. The cultivated land can be controlled by oneself, and there is no need to lead the way with livestock."
Zhuge Jun was a little unconvinced: "Is cutting corners actually effective?"
Zhuge Liang stroked his beard and sighed: "This is an ingenious work. After this transformation, one acre of land can be cultivated in the past, and now it can be cultivated three acres. It is half the effort and twice the result!"
Zhuge Jun was surprised and said: "What a coincidence?"
"Yuan Zhi doesn't know much about weapons, so who is Liu Qi?" Zhuge Liang frowned.
Liu Qi Liu Shi may have come prepared, but the modification of the wooden plow was by no means pre-prepared. If it was a spur-of-the-moment idea, this person would be too mysterious.
