my grandfather was qin shi huang

The progress of making the stone mill was much faster than he expected. After a while, he was exhausted again. He returned to his small courtyard. After washing up, changing clothes, and preparing to enjoy his extra meal, he found that Mo had already He took the two craftsmen just now and stood outside the door waiting.

"My dear young master, the stone mill has been made according to your requirements..."

When Zhao Ying heard this, he immediately became interested and nodded.

"Take me to see..."

There is a special yard for craftsmen to work. It is on the outermost edge of Fusu Mansion. In my memory, it seems that my predecessor has never been here. Looking at this rather large yard, Zhao Ying couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Small but complete.

The dignified Fusu Master's Mansion even has craftsmen who weave straw mats and repair farm tools.

Let's put it this way, with these craftsmen, you can be self-sufficient in almost all the items you need in life. This is simply taking the small-scale farmer economy to its extreme.

Seeing Zhao Ying coming, the craftsmen in the yard stood up and saluted.

"Don't worry about me, I'm busy with you..."

Zhao Ying waved his hand with a warm look on his face, indicating that he didn't need to worry about him. Then the craftsmen dispersed and went back to work on their own.

The stone mill has been installed.

Zhao Ying walked over and took a look, but didn't see anything. However, it seemed that, at least in appearance, it was no different from the stone mills he had seen in later generations, and it was even more refined in workmanship.

"Okay, you did a good job. You two will be rewarded with a hundred dollars each. Send the stone grinder to the kitchen first -"

"Thank you for the reward, thank you for the reward..."

The stonemason and the blacksmith were overjoyed when they heard this, and wrinkles appeared on their faces with joy.

Now their wages are only eight yuan a day. One hundred dollars, even if they didn't eat or drink, they had to work for more than ten days. Now they just simply modified a stone mill according to the noble man's instructions, and they got a reward of one hundred dollars all at once. Naturally, they were very happy. , I feel energetic when I work.

The craftsmen around him couldn't help but look envious.

These two guys are really lucky, and they don't know when such a good thing will happen to them.

Several people worked hard to transport the stone mill to a vacant house next to the kitchen.

While everyone was working on the installation, Zhao Ying couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

"This stone mill—what did you use it for in the past?"

"At first, we peeled grains such as millet and wheat. Later, because the grains were easily crushed, there were very few people using them..."

It's normal for noble people not to know how to make food. There were so many leeks and wheat that they couldn't distinguish between them. Therefore, a few people didn't find it strange and patiently explained to Zhao Ying.

"Don't grind noodles?"

Zhao Ying stepped forward and pushed the stone mill tentatively. He found that it was running well, and then turned around and asked again.

"Grinding noodles? I wonder what the noble man is talking about grinding noodles?"

Several craftsmen looked at each other, confused, and finally the older stonemason, who had just been praised by Zhao Ying, came forward and asked.

Zhao Ying: ...

After a long period of gestures and explanations, the craftsmen understood what grinding noodles meant.

Actually want to grind wheat into flour?

Several people looked at each other with surprise and puzzlement on their faces. They couldn't understand why the wheat was ground so finely and what was the use of grinding it so finely.

Finally, after hearing the news, the kitchen steward who came to watch the excitement suddenly remembered something, slapped his forehead in realization, and stepped forward to salute Zhao Ying.

"Little Master Qi, when you mention it like this, I think of it. According to the people over there in Qi State, after the public transportation team made this thing, the local people did use this to grind noodles. However, Later, I heard that no one would do this soon. Because of this incident, the public transport team almost became a local joker and was discussed for a long time..."

Zhao Ying: ...

He couldn't understand how such a good thing could be abandoned.

"Why doesn't anyone use it?"

"This little man does know..."

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on the steward's face.

"When stone mills were first introduced, we old Qin people also tried to use them, but this thing was really impractical - it took too much effort. To grind a set of noodles, which weighs about thirty kilograms, two strong men are needed. It takes a whole day of labor, and two strong laborers can earn sixteen yuan of wages after one day of hard work, which is enough to support a family for a few days..."

"Besides, grinding a set of noodles requires a lot of bran. Those bran people can't eat it. It will cause throat problems and can only be used to feed livestock..."

When the steward said this, he smiled carefully and said no more.

Zhao Ying suddenly felt embarrassed.

Isn’t this why we don’t eat minced meat?

Many people may not even be satisfied with coarse wheat rice, so what else do they want to eat like white flour steamed buns and sesame seed fried dough sticks?

Although after I traveled through time, I repeatedly warned myself that I must be in awe, integrate into the times, and not be self-righteous or show off my sense of superiority as a time traveler, but in the end I still took it for granted.

In the final analysis, there is still a sense of superiority that carries 2000 years of civilization.

This made him secretly vigilant.

If you don't change this idea, you will probably make a mistake ten or a hundred times stupider that day, and you won't know how you died in the end.

Looking a little embarrassed, he looked at his steward flatteringly and showed a smile of approval.

"Well said, I'll give you a reward of [-] yuan. Let's go down together to receive the reward later——"

When the steward received a reward, he worked harder and harder.

"If you talk about it, if you look at it from a villain's point of view, it's not just that. It's mainly ground flour. Although it's a little finer, the pasta it makes doesn't have a special texture. Therefore, the poor can't afford it, and most of them The nobles are too lazy to eat, so they use it to peel the grain and crush it——"

At this point, the steward's tone paused, and he secretly glanced at Zhao Ying's expression. Seeing that Zhao Ying had no angry medical skills, he smiled ingratiatingly again.

"Besides, the cost of this stone mill is not cheap. Ordinary people can't afford the price. It's really not cost-effective. Once it was introduced to us, not many people would use it soon..."

Zhao Ying now understood the reason why Shi Mo was so cold in this era.

The common people are cold because they are poor.

When noble people encounter cold, it's because they don't know how to eat.

The latter is easy to handle, the former——

Zhao Ying sighed. In this world, all diseases can be cured, but poverty is the only disease that is difficult to cure.

However, even if he has the intention to do this kind of thing at present, he is powerless. It is not his turn to dictate national affairs and people's livelihood sufferings. He should first think about how to survive the earth-shattering changes in two years and save his own life.

Put these complicated thoughts behind for the time being.

Zhao Ying nodded.

Then he turned around and asked the kitchen manager to grind out a few kilograms of fine noodles according to his own requirements before turning around and going out.

Steward:  …

It seems that the young master still doesn’t believe in evil.