Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

Just now, Song Qingyuan suddenly realized that Lian Ti hadn't appeared in front of everyone for several days.

"I don't know." Qin Zizhen shook his head, "Ever since His Highness met Queen Mobei a few days ago, King Mobei seems to be busy with something."

Hearing this, Song Qingyuan nodded, and told Qin Zizhen: "In the past few days, you should pay attention to the situation over there. If there is anything unusual, remember to report to me in time."

Qin Zizhen agreed, took his leave and left the big tent.Song Qingyuan was left sitting on the couch rubbing the lion's head while frowning and thinking about it.

At first their plan was to rest in the Muhe Tribe for a few days and then set off for the royal court.

But after making paper and meat floss out of drunk horse grass, Song Qingyuan discussed with Lian Ti to postpone his departure for a while.

His plan is to promote these two industries in Muhe Tribe first.In the coming year, these products can be used to attract merchants from the Southern Zhou Dynasty to come here for trade.

In just a few years, the Muhe tribe could be developed into an important trade point between Southern Zhou and Mobei.

After explaining his plan in detail with the other party, he agreed to Song Qingyuan's request and ordered to stay in Muhe Tribe for a longer period of time.

However, several tribal leaders resigned to Lian in the name of busy tribal affairs.Lianti also readily agreed.

It was just right for these people to leave, lest Mu He and the tribe would be distracted and affect Song Qingyuan's plan.

Song Qingyuan recalled what had happened these days amidst the snoring of the lion, and always felt that there was no reason for Lian Ti to leave the Muhe Tribe at this time.

Of course, not even mentioning that he is not here will not affect his plan. He can boldly develop the economy of Muhe tribe with confidence.

But after all, the other party is the king of Mobei. If his reputation threatens Lian Ti's rule over the tribe, it is definitely not a good thing.

Although Lian Ti had promised him many times that he would not be afraid of his own existence.But unless it was absolutely necessary, Song Qingyuan absolutely didn't want to test the authenticity of a person's promise.

Thinking of this, Song Qingyuan couldn't help frowning a little irritably.

Even mentioning that he is the king of a country after all, and the state affairs are busy, so it is impossible to leave it to the officials of the royal court to handle it all the time.It is possible that something happened that he needs to deal with personally, so he left Muhe Tribe these few days.

Although Song Qingyuan told himself this way, for some reason, he always had a hunch that things were not so simple.

He sighed, and thought: It's good that Lian Ti is here, if he's not here, he has to be more careful in doing things.

But until the third day, there was still no news from Qin Zizhen.

On the contrary, the craftsmen who made the meat grinder worked like chicken blood. In just three days, they delivered more than a dozen wooden meat grinders that were more than one foot long to Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan had seen their hard work in the past few days. After getting the meat grinder, he ordered Jiang Duo to give each of them two hundred Wen as a reward.

"Let's go, join me in delivering these meat grinders to the masters who make meat floss." Song Qingyuan stood up and walked out of the big tent, beckoning to the craftsmen who were still stunned and said, "Let's take a look at what you make. Whether the machine is good or not."

When everyone heard this, they stopped rejecting the two hundred coins with Song Qingyuan, and hurriedly hugged the meat grinder and followed Song Qingyuan's pace.

Who in their line of work wouldn't want to see something they've built come in handy?

Not to mention an unheard of machine like a meat grinder.

As soon as Song Qingyuan came to the shed, the steward came up to him with a deep kick and a shallow kick.

This person was a cavalry commander in Mobei before.The disability in his leg was due to an injury he suffered on the battlefield.

After recovering his life from the battlefield, he returned to Muhe Tribe.

But because of his inconvenient legs and feet, he couldn't do many jobs like herding sheep and mowing grass, so he had to rely on the relief of his tribal brothers to survive.

After Song Qingyuan saw this person, he found that although his legs and feet were inconvenient, he was very meticulous in doing things.And because of the background of the cavalry commander, he is also very handy as a steward, so he simply made him the person in charge of making meat floss.

Sure enough, he was right about the person. As soon as this person took office, he clearly assigned what each person had to do.Even the production efficiency of this small workshop has improved a lot compared to before.

Seeing him coming, Song Qingyuan didn't move.Instead, he stood there and waited for him to finish his salute before giving him the meat grinder in the craftsman's hand.

"Duokang, take a look at the new meat grinder made by the artisans."

As a general who once commanded a whole team of cavalry, what he needs is respect and equal treatment, not charity out of sympathy.

Therefore, when Song Qingyuan got along with him, he tried to treat him as an ordinary person.

"Your Highness, is this the device you told us to use for mincing meat?" Dokang looked carefully at the wooden barrel in front of him, and did not forget to shake it twice with his hands.

"Exactly." Song Qingyuan nodded, and asked someone to put the meat grinder on an empty chopping board in the shed.

More than a dozen large barrels are neatly placed together, which looks quite spectacular.

All the workers hurriedly put down their work and gathered around in unison, discussing with one another.

"Your Highness, this is two catties of fried meat floss that has not been crushed." Duo Kang took a small pot of semi-finished products and handed them to Song Qingyuan.

"Pour it in and try it." Song Qingyuan smiled and motioned the carpenter to open the lid.

His original plan was to carve a thread into the barrel to hold the blade and handle in place.

But a carpenter, after listening to his plan, suggested another method to him.

As long as a buckle is chiseled inside, with a light turn, the lid can be tightly closed on the barrel.

Wooden threads wear out over time, but snaps last much longer.

Therefore, Song Qingyuan immediately gave up his plan and changed the thread into a buckle on the drawing.

The meat floss was poured into the wooden barrel, and someone covered it again.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Duo Kang held the handle and began to shake the handle slowly.

It was a bit strenuous at first, but after a few turns, Dokang's movements became smoother and smoother.

Within a minute, Song Qingyuan said, "Open the lid and see if it's already twisted."

Duo Kang stopped suspiciously, and looked at Song Qingyuan hesitantly.

It's not that he doesn't believe His Highness, it's that the time is too short!

To knead two catties of meat floss well, usually, it takes at least two or three people to knead for half an hour without a break.

Now he only needs to shake the handle for half a minute, and the machine can make all the meat floss?

Although he didn't believe it in his heart, Duo Kang still followed Song Qingyuan's order and reached out to open the lid.

Duo Kang looked over without expecting, but was stunned when he saw the situation inside the barrel.

He stretched out his hand in amazement and fished out a handful of meat floss, and took it out for everyone to watch.

"It's really done, I can't believe it!" The surprise of the crowd was no less than that of Duo Kang.

In this shed, Song Qingyuan was the calmest.

He glanced at the twisted meat floss in a calm manner, and after confirming that the quality was good, he looked at Duo Kang and asked aloud, "Did you ever find it laborious to shake the handle just now?"

Duokang was still immersed in the shock of the speed of making meat floss by the meat grinder, and he didn't react for a while. He was stunned for a moment before recalling the feeling just now and said: "At first, it felt a little laborious, but after shaking it for a while, it will Feeling much more relaxed.”

Song Qingyuan nodded, this situation was also expected by him.

After all, he wanted to make the meat grinder bigger, and it would take more effort to shake it at the beginning.

But fortunately, the entire Mobei, whether they are young and middle-aged or women, are stronger than ordinary people, and it is not too strenuous to shake the meat grinder.

"That being the case, let's move these meat grinders and use them." Song Qingyuan said to the people making meat floss in the shed.

After hearing Song Qingyuan's words, everyone rushed to move the meat grinder.

After all, who wouldn't want to try this magical machine that can grind two catties of meat floss in just half a minute?

In the end, Dokang saw that everyone was fighting vigorously, so he stipulated that each person could only shake for half a quarter of an hour, and then he had to be replaced by another person.

Song Qingyuan looked at the laughing and noisy crowd, shook his head with a smile, and walked out of the shed.

But he didn't expect that there was someone behind him.

"Your Highness!" the other party shouted.

This person is Du Wei who is trying to learn the technique of making meat floss recently.

Song Qingyuan turned around, looked at the person coming, and asked softly, "But what's the matter?"

Du Wei was a strong man in his thirties, when Song Qingyuan looked over, there was a somewhat awkward expression on his face.

"Your Highness, can you..." Before he finished speaking, he pursed his lips in shame.

"Do you want to ask me if I can also tell you how to make the meat grinder?" Song Qingyuan looked at Du Wei who was ashamed and said with a smile.

"Exactly." Du Wei replied in a loud voice.

"It's not impossible to tell you, but this meat grinder is equipped with seven blades made of fine iron, and the square shaft inside is very troublesome to make. Such a meat grinder is not cheap." Song Qingyuan smiled. Look towards the person.

After hearing these words, Du Wei really showed hesitation.

Although ironware is expensive, it is not unacceptable to bite the bullet.What stumped Du Wei was that there was no such skilled carpenter in Mobei as Song Qingyuan's subordinates.

He sighed and nodded somewhat disappointedly.

If they could have this machine, why would their tribe not be able to get enough food?

"The cost of the meat grinder is high. If I hadn't made enough meat floss before you set off, I would never order people to make so many meat grinders." Song Qingyuan comforted him when he saw his disappointed face.

"I understand, I just think it would be great if we can promote this product on a large scale. In this way, I don't know how much meat floss can be produced before winter, and then sold to the Southern Zhou..." Du Wei sighed, "It's just that refined iron is rare. , I rarely have such craftsmen in Mobei."

"There will be." Song Qingyuan smiled and looked at Du Wei, no longer in that consoling tone, but with a firm attitude: "Believe me, there will be in the near future."

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