Feng Yong finally couldn't control his legs, kicked him and scolded, "Gengkengkeng! Can a piece of paper be used as a family heirloom? I will give it to you, and I will give it to you. If the things you made are not satisfied with me, let me see how I deal with you!"

Ding Er was kicked, but instead became natural. After hearing Feng Yong's words, he quickly put the paper in his arms, gave another big gift, and then ran away with a smile.

The housekeeper next to him finally couldn't help laughing, pointed at the old man Ding who was running away and laughed at Feng Yong, saying, "It's because Ding Er took advantage of the Lord, and he was given the good things that were so kind. I'm afraid that the waist of this thing will be harder than others when I go back."

The picture above is the real treasure, okay? What good treasures are there for a piece of paper? Forget it, in fact, paper is a very rare thing these days, and Feng Yong once again felt powerless. Well, before the artifact was born, how could the drawings of artifacts be known how precious it was?

"Oh, I'm so angry!" Feng Yong slapped his head. There was a drawing of the iron pot and the stove in his arms. He originally wanted to explain the Quyuan Plough, and then asked Old Man Ding if he could make the iron pot. Now he was interrupted, but he forgot. He reached into his arms, took out another piece of paper, and handed it to the butler, saying, "I have to ask Uncle Zhao to go for this matter, build a new stove for the house, and then press the one on it, and then create such an iron pot. I have my own use."

I have long wanted to make iron pots, but I have never had the chance. Now I can make them together by taking advantage of the opportunity to transform the curved plow.

"Iron?" The butler looked at the drawings for a while, "but I don't know how big the lord wants to build?"

"It's not big, it's just like this, smaller than a millstone." Feng Yong gestured for the butler, and his hands were made in an arc. "Please be smooth inside and outside. Do you know what smoothing means? That's it, that..."

This time it was the butler's turn to have a toothache and sucked his breath: "Master, this is probably a lot of money! And he has to go to the city to do it. In this way, the family will not have much silk left to buy chicken."

The housekeeper is not worried about silk. His thoughts and food are the confidence. The Feng family has not yet saved money.

"You can buy less chickens. If you can't raise three hundred, then raise one hundred, and there will be more after the raising. But this thing cannot be dragged down. For me, it's better not to raise chickens, but this thing is indispensable."

The butler nodded, "I heard from the Lord that this is an extremely important thing. The old servant will arrange it as soon as possible."

"That's right, this thing cannot be made, and the meat is tasteless!"

Most of the cooking methods nowadays are cooking, which means putting the food in a clay pot, boiling it with water, boiling it into a paste, and adding some ingredients at most, and then serving it to the table. If you have the conditions at home, you can also use roasting. Sprinkle some salt after roasting. The key is that most people cannot eat meat. Finally, fry it, such as frying glutinous rice, putting a clay pot on the fire, then spreading the glutinous rice dishes on top and spreading them flat, serving the table after frying, saving even the ingredients.

Now that the conditions have finally changed, Feng Yong can't wait.

Ding Er has good work ability and high efficiency. At noon on the third day, he rushed to Feng Yong, who was fishing with the prepared curved plow.

"Ahhhhh! Stop and stop, what are you doing? Scared away the fish." Feng Yong was shocked, stood up and cursed at Ding Erzhao's feet.

"Plow..." Ding Er's stupid and stupid look made people want to kick him at first sight. He pointed to the plow on the ground and said for a long time, "I'm done, please take a look at it."

So fast? Of course Feng Yong saw the plow, but he still felt incredible. After looking at Ding Er's eyes covered with red blood, he realized that it seemed that this guy started work immediately as soon as he went back. It was probably because he stayed up late and was an action faction. But even so, in Feng Yong's opinion, the speed was a bit fast?

The butler who was running behind arrived panting at this time, then he held the willow tree bent over and gasped and couldn't speak for a while.

Feng Yong bent down to look at the first bent plow in the history of the world. Well, it's not bad. The carpenter's craftsmanship is pretty good. The whole body of wood is made. Although it is divided into several parts and then combined, when Feng Yong held the plow handle and shook it hard, he felt that the parts were cleverly and closely mortise and tenon together. The whole bent plow gives people a feeling of being integrated. Of course, it is not as good as the whole iron made in later generations, but it is not bad to be able to be made like this.

"This plowshare, why don't you use iron sheets to inlay it?" Feng Yong suddenly pointed to the plowshare and asked.

"The Lord, a small family, can have enough food to be filled with food, and I still want iron? Just this is what Ding Er and his three children rushed out for two nights. It is reasonable to make the Lord dissatisfied in a hurry, that is, let the Lord look at him and see where there is still need to be modified." The butler finally came back and quickly explained from the side.

Feng Yong smashed his mouth and was embarrassed again. He still couldn't get rid of his previous thinking. Iron is a farmer who has been working in the farmland all his life, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to see a few pieces in his life. It turns out that his family has three sons helpers, so no wonder he can do it in two days.

"Then like this, Uncle Zhao, aren't our family going to make iron pots in the city? I asked Ding Er to follow this and make a plowshare. Then he would take the plowshare to the city and ask the blacksmith to make an iron piece and put it on it."

The land needs to be deeply cultivated so that more food can be harvested. Without iron plowshares, where can we get deep cultivation?

"Old servant knows." Butler Zhao responded, turned around and kicked Ding Er, "What are you still doing when you are standing there? I didn't hear the words of the master, go and make another plowshare."

Ding Er was kicked, but he giggled, looked at the butler gratefully, bowed to Feng Yong, and turned around and left with the curved plow.

"Slow down," Feng Yong suddenly thought of something, "Did your three sons help with this plow?"

"Go back to the master's house, yes." Ding Er replied blankly.

"How many children do you have in your family? How old are they?"

"Three boys, one girl. The eldest is fourteen, the girl is the youngest, just ten years old this year. The eldest is twenty-three and the eldest is thirty-two."

"Well, let's forget it, the remaining kids, choose a smarter one and send them to the mansion to do things, both boys and girls. The mansion is short of staff recently."

It seems that Ding Er and his wife are both very good, having three boys for three consecutive years.

"Ah?" Ding Er was confused again.

"What?" The butler couldn't see it, and kicked it again, "Why don't you thank the master quickly, this is a great thing!"

The butler's foot strength was quite strong, and he kicked Ding Er staggered with one kick.

Ding Er then realized, threw the plow away, and hurriedly threw it in front of Feng Yong and kowtowed.

"Stop!" Feng Yong flashed to the side, "If you kowtow again, don't want to."

Ding Er immediately got up quickly.

The quality of this wooden plow is really good. Feng Yong ignored Ding Er, who was so excited that he was about to twist his body into a twist, and then stood up and looked carefully. Ding Er suddenly threw the wooden plow on his shoulder to the ground, and Feng Yong was still worried about whether he would fall apart, but now it seems that it is still strong and has no looseness at all. It seems that Ding Er's family's skills are really good.

"Not bad." Feng Yong let go of the wooden plow, clapped his hands, and said to Ding Er, "Just do it as you like this, make one more quickly." Instead, he said to the butler, "Uncle Zhao, one iron plowshare is not enough, so you should make two."

I originally wanted to make one first to see if it could be used, but now I didn't expect that the curved plow made of wood is not as good as the weight of later generations, and its appearance is not too far from that of later generations, and its quality is also acceptable. At least compared with the straight plow that cannot be deeply plowed, this will definitely make the land deeper. If you have two cows at home, you naturally have to make two. It won't cost much more to make an iron plowshare.
Chapter completed!