Ji Song did not stay here anymore, but turned around and returned to Chang'an. He had more important things to do, and he could not place all his hopes on whether God would reward him or not. This was not in line with his temperament.
When I came to Sinong Temple, I called Lao Gao, who was responsible for building the Quyuan plow. He was originally a craftsman from the Ministry of Industry. He was sent here because of his old age.
After Ji Song saw his craftsmanship, he handed over the making of Quyuli to him. This time he came back just to know how the Quyuli was made.
The Quyuan plow was a plow invented by the people in Jiangdong, China, in the late Tang Dynasty. Its curved shaft, because of its name, distinguishes it from a straight shaft plow. Because it was first promoted and applied in Suzhou and other places, it is also called Jiangdong plow.
Compared with the previous plows, the curved shaft plow has several major improvements. The first is to change the straight and long shafts to curved and short shafts, and install a plow disc that can rotate freely on the shaft head. This not only makes the plow frame smaller and lighter, but also facilitates U-turns and turns, flexible operation, and saves manpower and time. livestock.
With the bonus of the Quyuan Plow, Ji Song can plant more farmland in a short period of time with less manpower. This is why he believes it will be self-sufficient after producing output next year.
"Master Marquis, are you looking for a subordinate?" Lao Gao is a tall and thin old man. He is over sixty years old this year, so Ji Song does not dare to neglect him!
Although he was anxious, he still asked him to sit down and then said: "Mr. Gao, how many of the Quyuan plows I gave you have been made now?"
"This! Let the official look for it. This person is old and has a bad memory!" Ji Song had no choice but to be patient and look for it in the ledger.
"Hey, I found it!" The old man slapped his thigh, startling him and startling Ji Song.
If he hadn't seen that he couldn't withstand his own punch, he would have beaten this old man long ago. He is getting old and not cute at all.
"Well, let's take a look. There are 362 finished products that have been built so far, and there are more than 200 others that have not yet been assembled..."
"What? Why is this so?" Ji Song jumped up before the old man finished speaking. It has been a month. At first, it was just to build a curved shaft plow, so he shamelessly asked a hundred craftsmen from the Ministry of Works, but now More than 300 pieces were made in a month. Including the unassembled ones, there are only five hundred pieces, which is enough!
"Come on, take me to see how you built it. For a whole month, just this? Who are you fooling?" Ji Song was completely angry. Was he being too kind or something? Do you really think you have lost your temper?
Before the old man could react, Ji Song took the lead and left. When the old man saw it, he was dumbfounded. How could he offend the young Marquis?
When they arrived at the end of the field and looked at the busy construction site, Ji Song did not speak, but turned around in a circle.
"Is this how you work?" Ji Song was surprised.
Old Man Gao was also wondering, what's going on? How else could he work if he didn't work like this? Our ancestors have been doing this for generations, so there’s nothing wrong with it!
After looking at the scene, Ji Song knew that the craftsmen were indeed not lazy and were working hard, but the efficiency of the work was shockingly low!
There is no orderliness as imagined, only one workstation for each. Every craftsman is building a farm tool from beginning to end. Yes, it is very beautiful. It looks like a work of art, with elegant curves and reasonable proportions.
Even without looking at the drawings, Ji Song knew that there would be no major difference between the data and the data he requested.
However, what my mother wants are strong and durable farm tools, not works of art to be admired at home. Who would you show such a beautiful and exquisite thing to you? Those farmers?
Ji Song no longer had the energy to say anything, and he didn't blame them. This has little to do with them. There was no assembly line technology at this time. I heard that it existed in the Qin Dynasty, but who knows?
"Lao Gao, I now order them all to put down their work and do as I say. If you dare to say one more word, pack up and get out!"
There is no need to be polite, and this is not the time to be polite. Time is running against time. As long as you build an extra curved shaft plow before planting the land, you will be one step closer to Ji Song's goal. Then you have time to quarrel with them.
Although Old Man Gao was puzzled, he still faithfully completed Ji Song's instructions. He could tell that the young Marquis was about to go crazy. He would do whatever he said for the sake of his family's job. Anyway, if something happened, just ignore him.
Ji Song didn't waste any time. He brought a curved shaft plow with all the parts in front of him. He counted and found that there were only more than ten. He divided the hundreds of craftsmen into more than ten groups, and only fifteen were left.
Each time a group arrives, hand a part to them until each group has received a part.
Then he said: "What you have to do now is to build your group's parts in each group. Don't worry about the others. Each group will select one person to specifically check whether the dimensions of the parts are consistent, and then send the qualified parts to the fifteen people. , they will assemble them uniformly.”
Seeing the unconvinced people, Ji Song added: "In addition, for every qualified part you build, you will receive a reward of three cents. There is no upper limit, so I ask that every part be engraved with the words representing you." My own mark.”
"Are you telling the truth?" someone hesitated.
Sure enough, material things can mobilize everyone's enthusiasm. He nodded and said: "I won't lie to you, and I can't afford to embarrass that person."
"Well, I, Old Lin, will take over this job!"
If someone takes the lead, someone will respond immediately, and no one will have trouble with money.
They secretly calculated that one was three cents, and ten was thirty cents. They could make at least thirty in a day, which is ninety cents, one month... Oh my God! That’s 2,007 hundred words, nearly three times!
Anyone who is a craftsman has some foundation in arithmetic, but when he figured out that he could get three guans per month, he went completely crazy.
There was no urging or supervision. Apart from some stumbling at the beginning, they got started quickly.
On the third day, when Old Man Gao learned that thirty-three curved shaft plows had been built yesterday, he was completely stunned.
One day is thirty-three, even if there are any unqualified ones, it is counted as thirty, and one month is thirty-three days, that is 900 bent-column plows, my God! Is this a dream?
When Ji Song knew the data on the third day, there was no surprise. This was still a result that everyone was not familiar with. After ten days and a half, they were completely familiar with it, and that was when it exploded. Thousands of curved shaft plows were installed in one month. Not a problem.
In fact, Ji Song could have further simplified the process, which would also improve a lot of efficiency, but he did not do that. The current production capacity is enough. After all, after simplification, more people will be needed. The problem is that he does not have them!
The matter with Qu Yuuli came to an end. Ji Song thought that he had not been home for a while, so he planned to go home to see his mother. He did not have the consciousness to stay at home three times without entering.
No matter when, your family is what you need to cherish and love the most. Only his family is his most loyal support. He knows this very clearly, so he cannot become a hero...
