The curved plow is not a high-tech product. Compared with the straight plow, the biggest advantage is that its structure is more consistent with the principles of mechanics. With the cooperation of several other top craftsmen, Deng Mao took out the finished product at noon the next day, and the polishing light can be seen.

"Your Highness, this is what you want, are you satisfied with it?"

Dressed in dark blue work clothes, Deng Mao and his friends looked almost the same as those of the high-tech workers in later factories. Their backs were bent down and made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Li Chengqian doesn't like to trample on others' dignity. Using the identity of the prince to trample on a few ordinary people, he can't get a sense of spiritual pleasure, but this era is like this. He has no choice but to look at the few people, get up and walk around the new plow placed on the ground and say: "Since it's done, then take it away and test it out. If there is no problem, arrange for people to imitate it like this."

"Uh, Your Highness..."

"What?" Li Chengqian, who had already reached the door, stopped and looked back at Deng Mao in confusion.

Deng Mao opened his mouth, and his face, which had no expression, was a little distorted. From yesterday to now, Li Chengqian did not say what to do if they wanted to make this strange-shaped plow. However, judging from the treatment he received after entering General Tiance's mansion, it was obvious that the prince was full of expectations for the plow.

If the plow he created according to the pattern could not meet the requirements of the prince, he would know if he would be angry and determined.

So, Deng Mao was very scared, very scared.

But he didn't know how to ask. In a hurry, sweat broke out on his head, and he didn't speak very easily: "Dian, Your Highness, can you, can you, can you, know, what's going on with this plow? Uh, no, no, what the villain means is, if, if Your Highness is not satisfied, uh, not..."

What do you mean by this?

The more Li Chengqian listened, the more confused he became, and asked half-guessed, "What do you mean is to ask what if this plow is used for and what should I do if I can't satisfy the orphan?"

Deng Mao let out a long sigh and nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, yeah."

Li Chengqian rolled his eyes laughed and cried: "I think it's a big deal. If I fail, just do it again. What else can I do? Can you still deduct your wages?"

Deng Mao, Lao Lin and others looked at each other, and someone plucked up the courage to ask, "No, don't you behead me?"

Li Chengqian was so upset.

"What are you doing to behead? There are only a few people in the Tang Dynasty. I will kill a few today and a few tomorrow. All the people will be killed. How can I be the prince of Gu? Okay, hurry up, don't talk nonsense. Take the time, and you will go to the riverside with Gu in a while. There is a big project to hand over to you."

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After a day of rest and Sun Simiao's full cooperation, the cows that were worn with nose rings recovered well. In addition to their redness and swollen noses, there was basically no big problem. They should eat and drink.

Sun Simiao did not leave either. After listening to the theory of alcohol disinfection, the old Taoist priest stopped visiting friends and focused on observing the recovery of these cows.

Seeing Li Chengqian and his party coming, the old Taoist priest's eyes lit up and rushed forward. Before the carriage could stop, he shouted outside: "Mr. Li, it's done, it's done, it's done. Those cows' wounds are really not inflamed, it's really not inflamed."

Li Chengqian was stunned for a moment and poked his head out of the carriage: "Doctor Sun, why are you still here?"

"If you are not here, where will I be?" Sun Simiao was stunned for a moment, then threw Li Chengqian's problem behind his head, stood under the carriage and held the window and said, "Mr. Li, can you tell me why this is? Those cows are obviously burned, so why can they not get inflamed by washing the wound with wine?"

Li Chengqian was stunned. He looked at the stubborn Old Dao outside and didn't say anything for a long time.

Why, how can I know why?

Washing wounds with alcohol is common sense.

"Well, will we talk about this matter again? I still have something to do now. Let's talk about it after it is processed. OK?"

In order not to be entangled by Lao Sun, Li Chengqian used a slow-moving strategy to comfort the old Taoist priest aside, and then someone lifted the built curved plow from the carriage behind.

The strange-shaped plowing plow attracted everyone's attention immediately. Even Sun Simiao forgot about the cow for a while and ran over to watch.

"Pick the best cow with injuries recovered from it and put this on the cow."

Li Chengqian didn't say much, and called Liu Renshi directly. He put the bell plow on the cow in a few seconds. Then he ordered someone to find a rope to tie it to the old cow's nose ring just made: "Okay, just pull it over and try it. Who is it light when you lead the cow, it's not healed yet. Even if it grows well, you will be able to pull the cow's nose badly."

Luo Chengzu, who came with Li Chengqian, was afraid that something would happen again, so he separated everyone and came to Li Chengqian: "Well, your highness, is this too hasty? At least we will try to wait until the cattle has recovered the injury."

Hum? Your Highness?

What is Your Highness? It’s not Your Highness, right?

Sun Simiao, who was still spinning around the curved plow, suddenly stopped and looked at Li Chengqian in confusion.

"There is nothing to wait for. Just a simple test to prevent you, an old man, from pestering the orphans all the time." Li Chengqian didn't give Luo Chengzu a good look at all. The old man looked like a gentleman, but in fact he was shameless and very unpopular.

"By the way, I'm going to take them to the riverside later. You can try it first, mainly to see what shortcomings this plough has in the process of turning over the ground. Oh, right, I'll remind you that this plough does not need to be lifted when turning. OK, you can do it here, Lao Luo, you are responsible for recording it."

Compared with straight plows, there is no doubt that the advantages of the curved plows are. Li Chengqian was too lazy to watch them, so he took Deng Mao and others to the riverside. Compared with the test of the curved plow, he was more concerned about the manufacturing of the barrel truck.

However, compared to the confident Li Chengqian, Luo Chengzu, Liu Renshi and others were in a state of fuzzy heart. They stared at Xinli with big eyes and looked at the sky: "What should I do?"

"What else can I do? Let's try it."

"As long, then give it a try."

No one knew what Li Chengqian wanted to do when he created a new plow, but since he arranged for someone to do the test, he would try it, anyway, there was no shortage of manpower.
Chapter completed!