The next day, as soon as the genius started to shine, Li Dalian had already gotten up. By the time Zhang Wenyuan got up, she had disappeared. Seeing my old mother working in the courtyard, I asked, "Mom, what are you doing? Where is Da Lian?"
After all the fuss last night, it wasn't like he had gained nothing. At least calling him mother became more and more natural.
Mother Zhang raised her head from the chicken coop and said, "Da Lian has gone to work!"
Zhang Wenyuan asked again, "What are you doing?"
Zhang's mother looked at him suspiciously, "Da Lian has been helping cook in Mr. Li's restaurant, have you forgotten?"
"Ah... help in the kitchen?" Zhang Wenyuan said heartily that I am a dignified civil servant, but my wife actually works in a restaurant to support the family. It seems that the officialdom in the Northern Song Dynasty was not corrupt beyond control.
"No wonder she gets fatter every year!"
Zhang's mother slapped him on the arm and said, "Don't talk about your wife like that. Da Lian is hard-working and filial. She is a good woman!"
Zhang Wenyuan chuckled and said, "Well, she is a good woman, but she is too fat!"
"A good girl is fat, with a strong back and strong waist. What's wrong with being fat?" Mother Zhang refuted, "Is it possible that she has to be as thin as a chopstick like that woman outside you, with no strength in her body?" OK?"
After being pinched by his mother, Zhang Wenyuan quickly changed the subject, "Mom, where is your syrup? Have you put it away again?"
Mother Zhang saw that he was always thinking about her precious syrup, and she couldn't help laughing and said, "Well, you eat first, and I will give it to you after you finish it!"
Zhang Wenyuan knew that she had misunderstood him, but he had no intention of explaining. Instead, he asked, "Is there any lime?"
Although Zhang's mother didn't know what he was going to do, she still tried her best to cooperate with him, "Hao Dalang has it at his house next door. I'll go borrow some!"
While Zhang's mother went to borrow lime, Zhang Wenyuan had finished his meal quickly, then found the sugar bowl and poured out all the syrup. When Zhang's mother came back, he had already filtered the syrup and was heating water. "Mom, give me the lime quickly, I can use it."
When Mother Zhang saw him adding lime water to the syrup, her face twisted into a twist, "My son, what on earth are you going to do?"
Zhang Wenyuan smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I'm refining white sugar. Don't worry, I promise I won't ruin your sugar!"
After thorough mixing, the rest is to stir thoroughly, and this work will naturally be done by Zhang's mother.
As soon as Zhang's mother sat down on the spinning machine, she saw that her son had assigned her another job. She growled dissatisfiedly, "Sanlang, what are you going to do? I'm busy. Didn't you see that there are so many things here?" Spinning?"
Zhang Wenyuan chuckled and said, "Oh, don't worry. When I finish the work, I will help you improve the spinning machine. When I make the Jenny spinning machine, your little yarn is not enough to fill the gap between your teeth." of."
Mother Zhang was a little confused, "What spinning machine?"
"Super spinning machine, the kind that can hold up to five machines!" Zhang Wenyuan didn't bother to explain in depth, and directly handed her the chopsticks in his hand, "Come on, your candy will be ruined if you don't stir it!"
Hearing that the baby syrup was going to be ruined, Mother Zhang no longer dared to shirk it, and what she followed was an extremely violent operation. Zhang Wenyuan said hurriedly, "Oh, mother, don't use so much force, just stir it gently!"
Mother Zhang chuckled and said, "Oh, I'm not in a hurry!"
Zhang Wenyuan smiled faintly, "Mom, you are busy, let me take a look at your spinning machine!"
Seeing that he was really tinkering with the spinning machine, although Zhang Mu didn't believe that he could make any super spinning machine, she was still very satisfied with his attitude. At least he didn't fool him like before.
As a graduate student in theoretical physics and a physics teacher who has taught for many years, Zhang Wenyuan has a natural interest in machinery. He just stared at the spinning machine for a few times, stretched out his hand and shook it a few times, and he could already see the spinning machine of this era. The limitation of the yarn machine is that there is no automatic program.
To put it bluntly, industrialization is automation. Industrialization without automation can only be called handicrafts. Industry and commerce in the Song Dynasty were very developed, but all goods were produced by hand. Even if mechanical equipment was used, it was only very simple machinery. It cannot be separated from manual labor at all, and it cannot be considered industrialization at all.
Understanding the problem, Zhang Wenyuan decided to improve the current spinning machine to free his mother and Dalian from heavy physical labor. Quickly returning to the room, Zhang Wenyuan sat down on the kang and began to carefully search the structural characteristics of Jenny's spinning machine in his mind, and then went to find the drawings.
"Let me go, give me a writing brush!" Looking at the black pen tip in his hand, Zhang Wenyuan saw that one was as big as two heads. He didn't even have a computer. At least I gave him a pencil. How do I draw with a writing brush?
No, you have to invent the pencil first!
The material of the pencil is very simple. It is made of graphite and clay and is wrapped with a wooden skin. Clay is everywhere, graphite has been mined and used for thousands of years and is available everywhere. Thinking of this, he smiled - this might still be a good business!
Oops, the advantages of time-travelers are finally revealed!
But drawing the drawing of the spinning wheel is the first priority right now, so let’s put the pencil thing aside for now.
After understanding this, he began to compete with the brush. Fortunately, the original owner had read books, and although his calligraphy was average, he could at least write horizontally and vertically. After a while, he could use the pen skillfully. It's just that drawing is not as good as writing. If the calculation is not accurate at all, he has to start over. He didn't know how much paper was wasted throughout the morning before he completed the first draft. He didn't know how much wood he would waste to make the finished product.
In the afternoon, Li Dalian came back, carrying a food box in his hand. There was meat in it, including pork, mutton, both fat and lean. The aroma wafted over as soon as he opened the lid. Zhang Wenyuan was thinking about the details of the spinning wheel in his head. He couldn't sit still when he smelled the smell. He threw the brush away and ran out. He said happily, "Ah, there is meat to eat. Bring it quickly and I will help you taste it." !”
Li Dalian put the food box in front of him and hummed, "If you want to eat, eat freely. You don't care about the taste. Do you still think you are a child?"
The meat was right in front of him. Zhang Wenyuan didn't bother to argue with her, so he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. After eating several pieces in a row, he had the energy to praise her, "Well, it tastes pretty good, and it would be even better with wine!"
Li Dalian rolled her eyes at him, then turned her face away.
Mother Zhang's eyes gradually became moist as she watched him feasting, "My son has been really suffering these past two days. You couldn't touch this meat before!"
Zhang Wenyuan smacked his lips and looked at his old mother suspiciously, "This meat is delicious, why don't you eat it?"
Zhang's mother sighed and said, "You said before that this was someone else's leftover food. You are an official in the county government, how can you pick on others' teeth?"
"Ah..." Hearing that it was packed leftovers, Zhang Wenyuan suddenly felt that the meat in his mouth didn't taste good anymore, and he even had the urge to vomit.
Seeing him stop suddenly, Li Dalian hummed, "Humph... If you want to eat well, just earn your own money and buy it. Now that you have lost your job, what qualifications do you have to be picky!"
Zhang Wenyuan actually ate someone else's food. Zhang Wenyuan's gratitude to her disappeared in an instant, and he retorted, "Is it difficult to make money? I'm still injured. I'll make a whole house of money for you when I get better." Come!"
"Huh, here we go again!" Li Dalian sneered, "I asked you to earn some money before, but you were either uncomfortable here or in pain there. You couldn't lift your hands or walk. As soon as you saw someone else's house My eldest daughter and my little daughter-in-law don’t feel pain anywhere!”
Zhang Wenyuan didn't expect that he would have such a glorious past, but these were the military medals of the original owner. He didn't want to carry them on his back, so he denied them and said, "You are slandering!"
After speaking, he pointed to the half bowl of meat left and shouted, "If you slander me again, I will put it on your head!"
"Come on, come on!" Li Dalian shouted back without showing any signs of weakness, "I secretly picked up these meats before they were served on the table. Who said they were leftovers? If I hadn't seen you sitting If you're in jail, you won't do such immoral things with your personal relationship in mind, and yet you're a ungrateful person and you're still unjustly accusing me, oh oh oh..."
Ah, no one else has eaten it. I wonder why it doesn’t look like they have used chopsticks!
Zhang Wenyuan was a little moved, but still refused to give in. In the end, he had to let me take the blame, "Who told you not to say earlier, get out of the way, and I will eat some more! My mother, you are really wronging Dalian for no reason. Make me suffer too!"
Mother Zhang, who was eating melon and watching a show, saw that her son suddenly brought the flames of war to her. She quickly apologized and said with a smile, "I... how did I know this? She usually brings back some leftovers. Who would have thought to bring some leftovers today?" Those who come back have never eaten!”
Li Dalian was even more unconvinced, "Where are the leftovers? I haven't eaten them eight times out of ten!"
Well, she admitted it herself!
Zhang Wenyuan snickered in his heart while feasting, this ugly wife is missing something in her head!
However, he also knew where the big piece of fat meat in the bowl yesterday and the day before yesterday came from!
"Yes, yes, yes! I have wronged you!" Mother Zhang's brain was also missing a string. "Okay, okay, stop crying. I have wronged you, okay?"
After suppressing two generations of the Zhang family for the first time, Li Dalian stopped crying immediately. Seeing that Zhang Wenyuan had finished eating, he came over to clear the table, "Mom, I'm going back. He's not feeling well yet. You can persuade him to stop." Let him go out and fool around, and it’s not too late to find a job after he recovers!”
Zhang's mother knew that she had something to say, so she nodded quickly and said, "Yes, I know, please leave quickly!"
Li Dalian hurriedly walked out and said, "I'll find a time to talk to the shopkeeper and see if they still have a shortage of cashiers. If so, let Sanlang come over!"
Hearing that he could work as an accountant in a restaurant, Mother Zhang's eyes immediately narrowed, "Well, okay, okay! Sanlang has studied hard since he was a child, and becoming an accountant will be easy for him!"
Li Dalian curled her lips and said, "Humph, if he was really diligent in studying, he would have gone to Donghuamen to roll call, and it would be my turn to marry him!"
