Feng Yong thought to himself that he didn't notice any difference in the knife and pen last night. When he went back today, he had to take it out and take a closer look.
In fact, the main problem is that even if Feng Yong wants to pay it back now, he can't.
If you didn't take it out last night, you could say you forgot it, but then someone came to borrow a knife and pen and didn't return it yet. How can you explain this to others?
"Why is Feng Langjun here?"
"Oh, before coming to Hanzhong, I asked General Wang to find some Qiang people. I just arrived in Guancheng today. I came out now to think of something to do."
"What else can the Qiang people do?" Guan Ji asked curiously, "What else can the Qiang people do?"
"The Qiang people can't do it, I have to do it, but they have what I want." Feng Yong smiled mysteriously.
Guan Ji nodded: "Feng Langjun's master's knowledge is profound and profound, and I admire it endlessly. Since Feng Langjun is busy, I won't disturb you."
After saying that, he clasped his fists in salute and left.
There was no unexpected curious inquiry, which made Feng Yong feel like a failure.
When Paomei is blocked, she feels unhappy and needs to vent her unhappiness.
In addition, the cobblestones burned the next day were so horrible that Feng Yong, who always prided himself on being knowledgeable and talented, almost became angry and could no longer bear it on the spot.
With a bang, the poor Qiang people became the target of Feng Yong's vent. Feng Yong also followed Zhao Guang's example and whipped him, but it only hit the air. He shouted: "Go! Send more people." Look for rocks on the mountain, something like this.”
As he spoke, Feng Yong threw a stone in front of Muwuzhe. This kind of stone was often mined from the mountains in later generations to burn lime.
It has a characteristic, that is, its texture is relatively soft, and when scratched on the stone slab, it can produce relatively clear white marks, which are everywhere in the mountains.
When I was a child, my family used this kind of stone as the foundation when building a house.
It’s just that there was no special crusher at that time, so it had to be broken into small pieces manually with a small hammer, which was very laborious. At the end of the day, you will feel that your hands are no longer your own, and you can't even hold the chopsticks.
Fortunately, Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others had no idea what they were going to do, otherwise Feng Yong's image of greatness and integrity would have been greatly compromised.
As for how to break the rocks into small pieces, that was something Mu Wuzhe had to consider.
If you don’t have a small hammer, you can tie a pebble to a piece of bamboo and you can knock it out. If you’re lazy and don’t worry about hurting your hands, just hit it with a pebble!
Anyway, there are mountains all around here, so even if you can't smash them out, you can still find a lot of broken stones.
Two meals a day is enough!
But whoever fails to complete the task of collecting gravel will be starved to death!
So Zhao Guang and Wang Xun discovered that since their brother came to Yanganguan, his temperament suddenly changed a lot.
The gentle and polite demeanor that she had in the capital only appeared in front of Guan Ji. In front of those Qiang people, her appearance gradually became ferocious, and she was actually able to beat people with her hands.
Jincheng is getting cooler and cooler in October.
The dignitaries in the capital now all know that a new food called ice cheese has spread in the palace.
People who have eaten it praise it as a very delicious thing and are proud of it. People who have not eaten it are just rubbish.
Originally this rare summer treat, even at the end of autumn when it was already cool, it was still very popular among women in the boudoir.
There is no way, there are too few delicious things these days.
"Little lady, why don't you eat?"
The maid of Zhang's house took the bowl handed over by Zhang Xing and saw that there was still more than half of the ice cream in it, so she couldn't help but asked in surprise.
"Don't eat it, it doesn't taste good."
The pink little loli muttered: "The ice cheese sent by the emperor's brother-in-law is not as delicious as the one made by Feng Langjun."
Then she picked up her skirt and ran to find her mother.
The maid couldn't help but be a little stunned, thinking that after hearing what others said, this kind of delicacy was rare even for the nobles outside the mansion, but she didn't expect that in the eyes of the young lady, it was not delicious.
"Mom, mom, I want to go see my aunt, is it okay?"
Zhang Xiahou was weaving when she heard her little daughter running over to ask this question. She couldn't help laughing and said, "Why do you want to go out again? Didn't you just enter the palace to play two days ago?"
Zhang Xing pouted: "It's not fun in the palace, I want to go to Fengzhuang."
"Have you finished memorizing today's article?"
"I've finished reciting it. I've finished reciting it. Do you want me to recite it to you?"
When Zhang Xing heard this, he nodded repeatedly: "This thousand-character article is much easier to memorize than the previous article!"
"Come back and listen."
Hearing Zhang Xing reciting today's lesson fluently, Zhang Xiahou couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This thousand-character essay is indeed a rare and good introduction to children. Based on this, in the future, in the history of youth, Feng Xiahou will have to mention it. Lang Jun said.
At the same time, he thought about his daughter talking about Fengzhuang just now, so he touched Zhang Xing's head and asked: "These days, you often say you want to go to Fengzhuang. Why?"
Zhang Xing took out a ball of withered grass from his small sleeve. He couldn't tell what it looked like originally, and said: "This is the straw dog that Feng Langjun made for me out of weeds. It can't be played now. I want him to Make up another one for me.”
"But Feng Langjun has gone to Hanzhong and is no longer in Fengzhuang."
"Then when will he come back?" Zhang Xing asked, blinking his big eyes.
"You have to ask your aunt about this."
"Then I'm going to find my aunt, okay?"
"What are you doing with your aunt?"
"Ask her to help me capture Feng Langjun."
The eleven-year-old little Loli clenched her fists and said swornly.
Naturally, Feng Yong didn't know that in the capital hundreds of miles away, there was a little loli who had been talking about him.
He was talking about wool now.
After struggling for several days, the lime was finally worked out. With the lime water, we could start washing the wool.
After degreasing, the wool obtained was not as white as expected, but white with yellow and yellow with gray, but Feng Yong didn't care.
As for the work of carding, spindles, and threading, Feng Yongyong understands it, the Qiang people understand it a little, but which Han woman doesn't?
It is most natural for men to farm and women to weave.
If he comes up with wool that is already equivalent to a silkworm cocoon in a half-spun state, and those Han women still don’t know how to use spindles to make threads and then weave them into clothes, then what qualifications do they have to be called a farming nation? What qualifications do you have to say Shu Jin is the best in the world?
Those unfilial descendants of later generations still have the nerve to call themselves the country of silk?
More importantly, the requirements for wool weaving are not as high as silk and linen. It does not matter if it is rougher, which reduces the intellectual requirements of the operator in disguise.
The nomadic barbarians in the north can use wool to make clothes. Why can't the Han people do the same?
When Feng Yong decided to come to Hanzhong to graze, he naturally considered the choice of weavers.
Gouzi's mother volunteered to come to Hanzhong, and Feng Yong also asked her about her weaving skills.
"Madam Wei, come here and weave these threads into cloth."
A loom is a standard accessory for every woman. Otherwise, why would the government stipulate that every household must grow a certain amount of mulberry and hemp? So in Guancheng, even if you can't find a loom, you can just ask someone to make one.
