"Brother, what is Tsinghua University and Peking University?"
Thinking that something had happened, Zhao Guang, who had followed him, was particularly sensitive to reading during this period. When he heard this, he immediately asked.
Feng Yong held Amei's head and was still looking at it carefully. When he heard this, he replied without looking back: "It is the first mountain gate of the Han Dynasty."
Zhao Guang's eyes widened, "More powerful than my brother's disciple?"
"That's natural."
"Isn't that the best in the world?"
fart! Where do you put Cambridge, Massachusetts?
But after thinking about it, there seems to be nothing wrong with the man who is number one at this time and who is said to be number one in the world?
Feng Yong felt so ashamed that he could not answer this question, so he simply stopped answering.
Amei's face was so red that she wanted to bleed. She really wanted to take back the autonomy of her head, but the person holding her head was her master, so she had to close her eyes and didn't dare to move, letting her master see. enough.
He was just trembling all over, and he was obviously so shy that he almost fainted.
"Ahem, brother, is there anything special about this spinning wheel that Amei mentioned?"
Wang Xun was more stable after all. Seeing that his brother seemed to be a little overwhelmed and acted so unrestrainedly in front of everyone, he coughed dryly and said something.
"Of course it's special."
Feng Yong finally let go of Amei's head, turned around and looked at all kinds of strange-shaped wood in the room, and kicked it with his feet, "Mopan, didn't you hear what Amei said just now?"
"What millstone? Make the spinning wheel look like a millstone?"
Zhao Guangxin asked directly.
Feng Yong ignored this guy who used his cerebellum as his brain. He turned around and looked at the others. His eyes fell on Gouzi and asked, "Does Gouzi know?"
Gouzi showed a rare expression of shame and shook his head.
"It's not your fault, you're still young."
Feng Yong is not too demanding. In his village, a figure like Huang Daopo from the Han Dynasty appears, which is already considered a talent explosion. If another evildoer appears, then Feng Yong can consider whether he is truly destined.
"Who made these?"
Feng Yong bent down and picked up a round piece of wood. The workmanship was too rough, and it was obvious at first glance that it was a failure.
Probably only Feng Yong could understand what Amei meant by the millstone. To put it bluntly, it used the eccentric principle to drive the spinning wheel to rotate.
The log block in hand has no such concept at all, and naturally has no power transmission function.
Today's spinning wheels are all hand-cranked, which means that when spinning, you have to use one hand to turn the spinning wheel and the other to pull the thread. Not only do the two hands need to work closely together, but the speed is also particular.
This job seems simple, but it is very skillful and requires long-term practice.
Han women have been doing this job since they were young, and it has become almost instinctive, so they don't find it difficult.
As for Qiang and Hu daughters, they have passed the best learning age, their hands and feet are stiff, and they do not have the atmosphere of spinning. Once their hands are a little unable to cooperate, the thread will break, which is why they are called stupid.
"Back to my lord, it was... sister Amei asked me to make it."
Niu Wa answered quietly.
Sure enough, is it because she doesn't understand it well enough that she can't do what Amei wants?
The ones with the best craftsmanship in Fengzhuang are naturally from Ding Er's family. Niu Wa and Yaomei are both from Ding Er's family.
At that time, Feng Yong was going to make the first curved shaft plow. It seemed that all the men in Ding Er's family were involved, and Niu Wa naturally also participated, which shows that Niu Wa still knows some carpentry work.
"What you did was wrong. It's not like this. You can't be led like this."
Feng Yong casually threw away the wooden block in his hand, clapped his hands, and looked at Niu Wa and Gou Zi with a face full of shame, and felt a perverted sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Shame on you! What a shame!
As a time traveler, I keep talking about advanced production tools as a concrete manifestation of advanced productivity all day long. However, I have decided to vigorously develop the wool textile industry, but I have never thought of changing such backward tools as hand-operated spinning wheels. It's really a shame to improve your work efficiency.
If it weren't for the fact that his housekeeper Zhao Shuhui hadn't picked out Amei because of his discerning eyes, reforming the spinning wheel would have been delayed for who knows how long.
Now Feng Yong feels that he has been reduced to attacking Niu Wa to gain a sense of superiority.
The most important thing of the spinning wheel is to make the rope wheel rotate. As for the power, it can be hand cranked, pedaled, or even hydraulic. Feng Yong doesn't have extravagant hopes for hydraulic power. The amount of work is too large.
But turning the hand crank into a pedal is a very simple matter. The most important thing is to make an eccentric wheel as the power conversion device. The rest of the part is not much different from the hand-cranked structure, or there is no difference at all.
The basic idea, Amei has already said, is that the millstone is somewhat similar.
The concept of eccentric wheels may be difficult for people of this era to understand, but for Feng Yong, he has not only seen it, but also operated it himself.
When I was a child, every household had a sewing machine. Feng Yong's family is no exception. But from the time he could remember, the one at home was broken, so his parents put the sewing machine into the sewing table cabinet, and then put the sewing machine cabinet in Feng Yong's house as a desk.
Boys are very active and like to do things.
Sewing machines are different from manual sewing needles. As for why they are different, Feng Yong really can't figure it out, so he took out the broken sewing machine from the cabinet more than once, and then imitated an adult and used it with his feet. pedal and see how it works.
There were even a few times when Feng Yong wanted to cut off the belt from the sewing machine and burn it for fun, but he gave up because he was too weak and didn't have the tools at hand.
The principle of the eccentric, coupled with the principles of gears and levers, well, the basics of high school physics are almost enough.
"I'm sorry, my lord, it's my servant who has overstepped her duty."
Amei, who had kept her eyes closed tightly, heard this, probably because she was afraid that she would implicate Niu and the three of them, so she quickly opened her eyes and took the initiative to admit her mistake.
Although Amei is Feng Yong's personal maid, it stands to reason that the servants in Feng's house would respect her.
However, she was only brought up temporarily, and she was born as a servant girl, so her prestige in the village on weekdays could not be compared to that of Yaomei, who was also a personal maid.
Therefore, the only ones she can command are probably the young dogs and cows who are familiar with her.
Although Gouzi is smart, he has never done this kind of work after all. He is probably just a go-getter. The main carpenter should be Niu Wa.
Niu Wa naturally knows how to do carpentry, but she is definitely not as skilled as those old carpenters, let alone understands Amei's thoughts.
An old carpenter came here, and he did more work and saw more work. Maybe he could make it what Amei wanted.
Although Amei has ideas, they are just ideas and she doesn’t know how to do them herself.
Can the research dogs in the laboratory and the engineering dogs used in field operations be the same breed?
So these people have probably been tinkering with this thing during this time.
It's a pity that without theoretical support and poor practical operation, we can only produce a bunch of failed products.
"What mistake do you admit?" Feng Yong glanced at Amei strangely, "You did this right, and I will reward you later."
As he spoke, he sat down in front of the spinning wheel and stared blankly at the spinning wheel.
Amei's thoughts were like a key, opening the door to Feng Yong's memory, and he began to work hard to recall every bit of the spinning wheel in his previous life.
"Damn it, why didn't I graduate in textile engineering?" Feng Yong thought for a long time, and then he realized to his chagrin that apart from seeing the appearance of a spinning wheel in books, he had never seen it in practice.
Except for Huang Daopo in Chinese books, the only books related to textiles seem to be history books.
However, whether it is a language book or a history book, they all trumpet that it was many years ahead of the world level at that time. The question is, where is the lead? How it was done was not mentioned a word.
At that time, I was just a little proud, but when I was done with it, it was gone. I didn’t even know how they made it.
Failure, really failure.
Later, the enclosure movement is British, and sheep-eating people is also British. The Jenny Machine seems to have been invented by the British, right? Did you use water power?
Feng Yong really couldn't remember clearly. He only remembered that the first industrial revolution started in workshops with river water.
But these are meaningless for modifying the hand spinning wheel in front of me.
The people in the room looked at Feng Yong as if he was suddenly possessed. He sat there motionless with dull eyes and muttered to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.
At first I thought he was thinking about something, but I didn't dare to say anything at the moment for fear of interrupting his train of thought.
"Zishi, tell me, will my brother be okay?"
After a while, Zhao Guang was the first to lose his patience. He touched Wang Xun lightly and said something.
"Keep your voice down, brother is thinking about something."
Wang Xun reminded.
"Don't you think there's something wrong with my brother's appearance?" Zhao Guang looked at Feng Yong steadily and continued, "Isn't he possessed by a demon?"
Do mentally ill patients have broad ideas?
Wang Xun glanced at Zhao Guang strangely. Naturally, he would not come up with such a disrespectful word against Zhao Guangda, but the first thing that came to his mind was whether Brother Zhao's idea was a little disrespectful to his elder brother? .
"Don't forget, my brother suffered from hysteria before."
Zhao Guang understood Wang Xun's eyes and became anxious, so he dug out Feng Yong's past dark history.
After Wang Xunjing was reminded by Zhao Guang, he suddenly remembered. When he looked at Zhao Guang again, they both saw a little worry in each other's eyes.
The brother's appearance seems to have lasted a little too long. Besides, what's so interesting about this spinning wheel? Shouldn't it be something for women to ponder?
Feng Yong's hand suddenly moved and touched the spindle on the spinning wheel.
Then, his dull eyes burst into intense light, he stood up suddenly, danced like crazy, and laughed loudly: "By the way, this is it!"
With a strong force under his feet, there was a "crash" and the spinning wheel was kicked over. However, Feng Yong was still unaware of it and continued to jump around. It seemed that he still felt that it was not enough. He also imitated Michael Jackson's dance. He twisted his hips hard several times.
not good! problem occurs!
Amei had heard Zhao Guang's words just now, and she was the most worried at the moment.
After all, she was the cause of this incident. If something happened to the Lord because of this, if she could atone for her sins with death and allow the clansmen in Jincheng to escape, then thank God!
"Master, Master, are you okay?"
When Amei saw Feng Yong's appearance, she was the first to rush over, hugged him and cried.
Before she could hold him tightly, her body was pulled away, and then she was thrown hard and hit directly towards the door.
One of Zhao Guang and Wang Xun controlled Feng Yong's arms, and the other helped hold Feng Yong's legs to prevent him from moving. They also stuffed a piece of wood they picked up casually into Feng Yong's mouth.
Both of them were strong in martial arts. Feng Yong was lifted up and flattened before he could react at all. He could no longer move. He only felt himself rising into the air and floating directly towards the door.
"Uh huh..."
Feng Yong shook his head desperately, and finally spit out the piece of wood in his mouth. He felt that his mouth was full of dirt, and he said "bah bah bah" a few more times.
In desperation, he actually shouted out what he called Zhao Guang in his heart: "Zhao Erha, what are you doing? Why are you going crazy too, Zishi? Put me down quickly."
He felt the two people below him pause for a while, and then hesitantly put him down.
Although he was let down, his body was still tightly controlled.
But finally he could see their faces. His eyes widened, he glared at them and shouted loudly: "What are you going to do?"
The two people carrying Feng Yong looked at each other, and finally Zhao Guang spoke: "Brother, are you okay?"
"What can happen to me?"
Feng Yong only felt that he was really frustrated. Damn it, he finally remembered how to modify this spinning wheel. What was wrong with being overly excited?
I couldn't control myself, so I made a few of the same moves I did when I went to a nightclub in my previous life. Isn't it funny to treat me like this?
In the end, Feng Yong relied on the prestige he had accumulated in the past to get the two men to let go of him.
"Master, Master, are you okay?"
Amei was thrown to the door and couldn't get up for a long time. After finally regaining her breath, she immediately rushed over to hug Feng Yong and cried without fear of death.
This time, no one pulled her away again, allowing her to hug Feng Yong tightly and cry loudly.
"It was fine just now, but if you don't let me go now, I will be strangled to death by you!"
Feng Yong felt like he was almost out of breath and breathed in desperately.
After hearing this, Amei realized that she had gone too far and looked around. He let go like a tired rabbit, his face suddenly turned purple. He stepped back a few steps, wanting to avoid the eyes of everyone, but he didn't dare to leave without permission, so he had to stand helplessly. over there.
"Tell me! What were you doing just now?"
Feng Yong just felt that it was extremely ridiculous, and at the same time he was extremely angry.
Of course, this question was asked of Zhao Guang and Wang Xun. Amei probably couldn't say a complete sentence now.
As for the mother and son of the dog and the baby, they all looked confused at this time, as if they had not yet reacted to what had just happened.
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun looked at me and I looked at you. The two of them pushed aside for a long time before Zhao Guang timidly stepped forward and said, "Brother, I saw you sitting there just now." He was motionless like a demon, and then suddenly jumped up like crazy. I thought...I thought you were suffering from hysteria again, so that's why...hehe..."
Laugh at your sister! Laugh at you! Do you think I will let you go if you act stupid?
"Even if I'm suffering from hysteria, what's the point of stuffing wood into my mouth? It's better to pull it out from the soil and look at my mouth now, which is full of dirt!"
