Li Shimin calmly put away the white slips, glanced at Fang Yiai angrily, and said, "If you want to drink soup, just tell me clearly."
As he spoke, Li Shimin picked up the drawing with the curved shaft plow and asked seriously, "Tell me, is this plow really as good as you say?"
Fang Yiai glanced at the drawings, nodded and replied honestly, "In Chenjia Village, not far south of Anhua Gate, last year the villagers used the Quyuan plow made by my adoptive father to plow their fields. According to Mr. Chen, they All the more than 500 acres of farmland in the village have been plowed, at least nearly half a month ahead of schedule the year before last, so the farmers who planted the fields caught up with the drizzle in early spring, and the half month saved can be used to do other things."
"Is this really made by your adoptive father?" Li Shimin asked with confusion, looking at Fang Yiai with doubts in his eyes.
After all, according to Fang Yiai, using this kind of plow on more than 500 acres of fields can save half a month of time compared to before. If we use this half month to reclaim wasteland, we can reclaim nearly 500 acres of land. of wasteland. Based on this calculation, if this plow is promoted nationwide, the country's cultivated land area may be doubled. Even if the newly opened wasteland has a low yield, there will be a lot more food! Li Shimin couldn't help but be careless!
"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can ask someone to go to Chenjia Village and ask." Fang Yiai's face did not change, he looked at Li Shimin with pure eyes, and said with a little dissatisfaction.
"Mr. Zhao, what do you think?" Li Shimin ignored Fang Yiai's dissatisfaction. After all, the matter was of great importance, and turned to the professional agricultural supervisor.
Mr. Zhao's eyes shone with green excitement, and he said with some excitement, "Last year, I heard about Chenjia Village outside Anhua Gate. Most of the young and middle-aged people in this village had to serve in the army, and most of the remaining people in the family were old and weak. Women and children, but last year their more than 500 acres of land were plowed faster than the neighboring Xiaoping Village. I also went to that village after hearing about it, but everyone in their village was tight-lipped, so I returned without success. I think it must be the credit of what Mr. Fang mentioned."
"Really!?" Li Shimin stood up and said excitedly. If he still had doubts about Fang Yiai's words, he didn't have any doubts about the words of Zhao Chunxuan, who never made lies and concentrated on farming.
Everyone below was all excited. After all, if this was true, the manpower in each village would be saved a lot, and the saved manpower could be used for other things, thereby increasing the income of the house! How could everyone be unhappy!
"Liu Mengqiang, I order your craftsman's workshop to quickly make a batch to see the effect. Can it be made within three days?" Li Shimin said to the only red-faced man below with a majestic look.
"I will work day and night to live up to the emperor's trust!" Liu Mengqiang stood up and respectfully assured, with undoubted integrity in his words.
"Well, Mr. Liu, you don't actually need to work day and night. There are currently twenty-three blacksmiths in your blacksmith workshop. You just need to measure the dimensions uniformly, then separate the various parts. Several people are responsible for one part, and then assemble them together. , I think it only takes less than a day to make a curved shaft plow." Fang Yiai took the drawing from Li Shimin's hand and walked towards Liu Mengqiang while saying.
After listening to Fang Yiai's words, Liu Mengqiang's eyes lit up, and he looked carefully at the patterns and exploded views on the drawings. He thought, right, if the size is unified, each component only needs to be stipulated in size, and then each component will be made by everyone, because of the size. Likewise, it must be able to be assembled after it is finished, which can save time and improve the efficiency of the craftsman's workshop!
Thinking of this, Liu Mengqiang couldn't help but think about Fang Yiai deeply, and said sincerely, "I've learned a lesson from you."
Fang Yiai was so frightened that she quickly got out of the way, and then said with a simple and honest face, "If Mr. Liu really wants to thank you, hehe, why don't you help him build some gadgets when you have time? How about it?"
"Haha, no problem. It's just that I don't know much about the process of making this plow. Mr. Fang, please don't be stingy and give me some advice." Liu Mengqiang said cheerfully, looking at Fang Yiai with joy.
"The kid has only done some tricks. We really have to rely on the seniors. But if there are any problems, I will definitely tell you everything." Fang Yiai promised, joking, if you dare to say something like you don't understand now,
If so, I'm afraid Li Shimin could unload him on the spot! Fang Yi burst into tears. Although he gave the drawings to Feng Tiejiang, the entire production process was really completed by Feng Tiejiang alone! He, at most, just
Just serving tea and water on the side!
After receiving Fang Yiai's guarantee, Liu Mengqiang couldn't wait to go back and make it, so he raised his head and cupped his hands to Li Shimin and said, "Your Majesty, according to Mr. Fang, I can guarantee that the Emperor will be able to see the finished product by this time tomorrow!"
Seeing Li Shimin nodding with satisfaction, Liu Mengqiang asked tentatively, "Can I go to the craftsman's workshop to make arrangements now?"
"Yeah." Li Shimin hummed with satisfaction, and was about to open his mouth to let him go when he was stopped by Fang Yiai.
"Wait a moment."
"Huh?" Liu Mengqiang looked at Fang Yiai without knowing why.
"There is one more thing, which is also related to your engineering department and craftsman's workshop." Fang Yiai said a little weakly, thinking that this person is too dedicated, and getting the drawings is like going back to work.
"What's the matter?" Liu Mengqiang asked deliberately.
"Are you sure that thing is feasible?" The questioner was Yu Shinan, an old man in his seventies, who was still energetic and bookish, yet still upright and honest. At this time, the old man was looking at Fang Yiai with some suspicion.
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"Master Yu, you will understand after just one look." Fang Yiai saluted respectfully and said respectfully, "Excuse me, please lend the little seal on your body to me," You turned to the eunuch beside Li Shimin and said
"Excuse me, Eunuch Li, please give me some blank paper and some ink pads."
The so-called small seal is a square seal made according to unified specifications. It is engraved with the names of all the adults. It is different from private seals, which have different shapes and fonts, and also different from official seals, which have different sizes.
After a while, Fang Yiai stood in the main hall holding the small seals of all the adults. Eunuch Li also put some paper and ink pads on a tray, brought them over and placed them in front of Fang Yiai.
Fang Yiai sat directly on the floor, put the seals on his robe, raised one seal and said, "If each seal is just one word, four seals are four characters," he said, picking up four seals.
Hold it firmly in your hand, press it on the ink pad, and then press it on the white paper, "Fix the four characters in a frame, and then print it out with just one print, right?"
Looking up at the people who didn't understand, Fang Yiai continued, "If I want to print the next sentence, if it is engraving, I may have to change the version. But now, our characters are independent one by one. If there are three
The characters are the same, and if only one character needs to be replaced, now I don’t have to wastefully change the engraving. I only need to pull out the unused character and replace it with the character I need.”
With that said, Fang Yiai took off a seal in his hand and replaced it with another, then took the ink pad and printed it on the white paper.
Then he continued, minding his own business, "Not all the characters in each article will be different. Just like this, we just need to formulate each character according to the same size specification, and then print it in the frame when printing.
Just put each text in order, because on the next page, you only need to replace different characters. This saves time, does not waste too much wood and manpower, and reduces the cost of printing.
If you think about it, those children from poor families will be able to buy books, right?" After speaking, he raised his head and glanced at everyone.
Everyone who had watched Fang Yiai's demonstration explained that they lowered their heads in thought. Fang Xuanling, who had listened to one side last night, seemed to have a natural demeanor because he had already discussed this issue with Fang Yiai last night and had considered it.
feasibility.
"How did you come up with this method?" Changsun Wuji pondered for a while and felt that this matter was very feasible. He couldn't help but asked doubtfully. After all, Fang Yiai was much stupider than his son in the past, but now
I can actually think of using this kind of movable type to replace engraving.
"Uh, Lord Changsun, do you really want to know?" Fang Yiai looked at Changsun Wuji with a blushing face, and said somewhat arrogantly.
"Haha, I'm not the only one who's curious." Changsun Wuji said with a smile, but his eyes kept staring at Fang Yiai's face, as if he wanted to see through him.
Fang Yiai looked around embarrassedly and saw that everyone was really looking at her curiously, even Fang Xuanling was no exception. Well, it seemed that last night he only considered the feasibility of the matter and completely forgot to ask his son
How did you come up with it?
"Isn't it convenient to say it?" Yu Shinan stroked his beard and said kindly.
"Uh, no," Fang Yiai said shyly, "It's just that I told you, adults, you are not allowed to laugh at the kid."
"I won't allow them to laugh at you, just say it quickly." Li Shimin couldn't stand Fang Yiai's nagging.
"Oh, it was when we were in Da'anfang. We boys played with urine and mud, and made fingerprints on them one by one. Then we used rock-paper-scissors, rearranged the order, and made fingerprints with mud again. Yes.
When I was reading and copying books a few days ago, I wondered if I could change my hands into characters one by one, and then print them on paper the way we used to play with mud, so..." At the end of the sentence, Fang Yiai's voice became louder and louder.
Coming smaller and smaller.
Fang Yiai lowered her head and waited for a while, but when no one said anything, she couldn't help but shouted anxiously, "If you don't believe it, you can ask your step-brother, we were playing together back then." Her face was filled with anxiety.
He was so perverted that he was afraid that people would not believe him. He completely forgot that he would make people laugh by taking urine and mud. He was just like a child who wanted to be recognized by adults.
If you don't do this, how can you generously tell everyone that I came from later generations, so I understand advanced technology, and movable type printing is just one of the smallest cases.