Chapter 107 Donkey: I bear a burden that I shouldnt have
"What? You want this meat?"
Hearing Zhang San's words, Xu Yun's left hand that was sweeping the meat paused slightly.
After regaining consciousness, he immediately pushed the bamboo basket in front of Zhang San:
"Hey, if you want to eat it, just take it and eat it. What can you change it for?
I am a half-grown boy living in poverty, so I can grow taller by adding more oil and water."
"That won't work."
Zhang San took the bamboo basket and shook his head seriously:
"I made a profit by exchanging white flour for meat, so how can I make you lose more food out of thin air?
Although you don’t get paid, you still have to do some work with us. If you don’t have enough to eat, how can you have the strength to work?”
As he spoke, he quickly broke the steamed cake in his hand into two halves and handed one of the obviously larger steamed cakes to Xu Yun.
Looking at this young worker who looked carefree but actually had his own values, Xu Yun sighed slightly.
If Teacher Luo in later generations saw this situation, I wonder if he would continue Zhang San's path as an outlaw.
Seeing Zhang San's firm attitude, Xu Yun had no choice but to stop resisting.
He took the half piece of steamed cake, dipped it into the rice porridge, and then asked while eating:
"Third brother, do the servants in every big house in Bianjing have the same breakfast as our house?"
"How is that possible?"
Zhang San happily picked up a piece of fat meat, stuffed it into his mouth along with the pickles, and murmured at the same time:
"Our master is famous for his kindness, and the food he provides to his servants is the best.
But having said that, although other big houses are not as generous as ours, they are not too different.
At least three meals a day, which adds up to half a tael of fat piggy."
Xu Yun nodded thoughtfully.
Generally speaking.
A plate of farm-style stir-fried pork in ordinary local restaurants costs 25 yuan, and the weight before putting it into the pot is about 3 taels. The internationally recommended standard amount of meat for adults is 200 grams, which is 4 taels.
As for the "Dietary Guidelines for Indigenous Peoples 2016", forget about it. The recommended annual meat intake for Indigenous adults is 40-75 grams, for Eagles it is 26-283 grams, and for Britons it is 280 grams.
Even the neon store next door only sells "3-5 servings of 18-30 grams of meat", which translates into 90-150 grams, which is outrageous. (I will post a picture in the chapter. If you can't see it, it means you are being eaten.
It has been reviewed. If you are interested, you can search it yourself. Just change the local name of the guide to its original name.)
all in all.
Compared with the intake of adults in later generations, the minimum amount of meat in Da Song Dynasty is 25 grams, which is quite a lot.
As for the source of providing this kind of guaranteed meat?
Obviously it's not because the owner has good intentions, but because the basic economic strength is strong.
When Xu Yun was writing a "Handbook of Wu Fan's Disappearance" in his previous life, he happened to look up some information:
For example, the yield per mu of the Song Dynasty was 225 kilograms, which was a full 80% more than that of the Tang Dynasty. Together with commercial taxes and maritime trade, the economy of the Song Dynasty reached a fairly developed level.
But what Xu Yun was very puzzled about was
Why did such a big country suddenly die suddenly?
In another twenty-seven years, the Jin army will break through this prosperous capital city and bring about a humiliating tragedy.
The mountains and rivers are broken, and the country is in ruins.
Song Huizong and Song Qinzong were taken away.
The queen couldn't bear the insult and chose to commit suicide. The former noble concubine became a prostitute, and the Northern Song Dynasty was completely destroyed.
Now that I only have more than a year, is there any chance to do something?
be honest.
If it were the late Ming Dynasty, the late Han Dynasty, and the late Tang Dynasty, let alone more than a year, if you gave Xu Yun ten years, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to change the outcome.
Because a person's ability is limited, the above examples have reached a hopeless point in the last years.
To be precise, a person is a powerless person, and there is basically no possibility of a comeback.
But the current dynasty is somewhat special, and its death is very controversial and sudden.
It can be said that throughout the history of human civilization, no matter ancient or modern, China or abroad, such a series of operations as the Northern Song Dynasty is the only one in history. Even Byzantium was better than the Northern Song Dynasty - Constantine XI still died for his country after all.
Although the Song Dynasty was criticized for party disputes in addition to the emperor, Cai Jing, Bai Shizhong, Li Bangyan, and Zhang Bangchang could all be regarded as traitors.
But the treachery of these people was far from the point of subjugating the country. At least the people of the Northern Song Dynasty were still there.
Otherwise, the later Yue Fei Rebel Army would not have been able to form, nor would it have been possible to raise an army numbered 400,000, but actually 220,000 in the Battle of Fuping.
It is precisely because of this that the Jin man later boasted:
"Since ancient times, all tired dynasties have been destroyed, but this dynasty alone has destroyed the powerful Song Dynasty."
Therefore, compared to other dynasties, Xu Yun may not have no chance to save things if he operates it properly.
If that doesn't work, just turn water into oil before leaving to fool Song Qinzong, the master of metaphysics, and write a poem by the way, maybe in one second.
Of course.
These are things that need to be considered in the future. At present, Xu Yun's top priority is not to aim too high, but to establish a firm foothold first.
Then he thought about it and said to Zhang San, who was still swallowing food:
"Third brother, let me ask you something again."
Zhang San was drinking water and rice happily at this time. Hearing this, he quickly put down the small bowl and wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve:
"What's going on?"
Xu Yun deliberately put on an uninformed expression and asked Zhang San:
"What happened to the stone pillar by the well before?"
Zhang San glanced at him in confusion:
"What's going on? Isn't it just sending water to the master's bedroom?"
Xu Yun thought for a while, spread his hands to make a gesture, and said:
“Look, the distance from the well to the master’s courtyard is at least thirty or forty feet, right?
The pipe width of the stone pillar is close to one foot. How much of the water we pour can flow to the master?
If the remaining parts don’t arrive, wouldn’t they be wasted?”
"Hate, you're talking about this."
Zhang San waved his hand indifferently and explained:
"Actually, I asked Sister Yue Lian at the beginning. I thought there was another well underground under the master's house, and the water we poured was flowing diagonally.
Later, Sister Yuelian told me that the pipe was flat and buried less than half a foot underground, but something was added to it so that it could absorb water and go to the master."
Xu Yun was shocked, and quickly put on an innocent look, knowingly asking:
"Something that can absorb water? Could it be a talisman given by an immortal?"
Zhang San shook his head and said:
"It's not a talisman, it's something our master tinkered with. I don't know what it's called specifically, but I saw it once when I replaced it last time."
Xu Yun quickly asked:
"What does that thing look like?"
Zhang San picked up the cooking cake and took another bite, recalling:
"That thing is about a foot long and half a foot thick, like a round pillar.
It seems that the master specially asked someone to build it, saying that with it, it can suck the water through.
By the way, do you remember the millstone outside the house where you lived?"
Xu Yun was still thinking about the structure of the object, but after hearing this, he subconsciously said:
"Remember, it's right outside my house."
Zhang San nodded:
"When we pour water, donkeys will grind the millstone outside the house. There is a rope under the millstone, connected to something that can absorb water.
As soon as the donkey grinds, the other thing will start working. It is said that the donkey is doing the power, and we only need to pour water in."
Xu Yun thought for a moment and then suddenly realized:
"No wonder Sister Yuelian came from the direction of my house. It turned out that she went to inspect the millstone first?"
While thinking about it, Zhang San suddenly recalled a certain detail:
"By the way, there's one more thing!"
"what's up?"
"Last time they disassembled and assembled that thing, I saw someone stuffing a few palm-sized discs into it. Those discs were flat on one side, but had many thin blades inserted on the other side. It looked like
How weird!”
"Disk? Blade?"
Xu Yun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then thought of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he blurted out one word:
