Chapter 783 Farm Tools

"Thank you."

The blacksmith was very excited and started to make it according to the drawings on the spot. After a few days, everyone in the village gathered together. Shen Qingci originally wanted to make a few more boxes of rouge gouache for Xiao Dongniang. It was sent, but it was also pulled by Xiaodong to the entrance of the village.

In fact, she is just an outsider, not from Dongling.

So she didn't know if she could really participate in such a meeting, but before she thought about it, she was already pulled over by Xiaodong...

It wasn't until she arrived that she knew something when she saw the things on the ground.

She stepped forward and picked up a farm implement from the ground, "It's longer."

The blacksmith's eyes lit up, and he quickly remembered something in his heart.

"It's shorter," she took out the same thing again. Although it's different from the outside, it should be usable. Human wisdom is the same, and time will bring them more and more wisdom. with surprise.

Although she doesn't know too much, and there may be mistakes, she believes that with the wisdom of Dongling people, with the fact that they can reproduce for dozens of generations, they will definitely use their own wisdom to make these farm tools all the time. Slowly adjust to the best, most suitable point.

Yes, they were farm tools. The drawings Shen Qingci had drawn for the blacksmith were some of the farm tools she had seen before. She didn't know about the others, but they were all used together.

She and her mother lived in that small village for four years, and she was ignorant in her first life.

In the second life, she was wise again. What she saw in her eyes became what she thought in her heart, and she became more and better memories than other people in this life.

And these tools are in her memory. In fact, she also unintentionally saw and remembered. I never thought that one day, these will be given to Dongling people by her.

In the past thousands of years, the outside world has gained the most from the change of dynasties and the endless wars, but because of these, more ways of survival have been derived, and these agricultural tools have been their where wisdom lies.

Several young and strong young men were eager to try new farm implements, but when they were about to leave with farm implements in hand, they turned around again and smiled at Shen Qingci with a simple and honest smile, empty of things. In hand, but they will not use it.

Shen Qingci actually wanted to say something, she had never planted any land before.

But compared to these people who have never eaten a single meat or seen a pig walk, she has heard pigs cry first, so she can only set an example and tell them how to use them. This is the master blacksmith. Seriously, can you not make it so heavy?

She has seen how others use each tool, so under her half-demonstration, half-command, and half-speaking, these Dongling people can draw inferences from one thing and begin to use it.

Of course, these were not very easy to use at first, but when I got used to them in the end, I found that compared to what they used before, it was not only a short and simple effort, but also a lot easier to use.

Especially the plough that Shen Qingci drew for them to pull the ground can be pulled by manpower or oxen. The people of Dongling raise oxen, and the plough they use is the kind of plough from a thousand years ago. There is no manpower that is easy to use, so this cow is finally raised for viewing, and the work of this Tiancheng also falls on people.

But what Shen Qingci has taught them now is enough to make him and the others progress from the pre-Qin period a thousand years ago to a thousand years, especially for such a plow, every time they go, they can do it in one stroke. If people use these tools for five or six days of work, they can make their movements about ten times faster.

So speaking of harmony, it is not bad at all.

Shen Qingci taught them everything she knew, including how to thresh grains, grind noodles, etc. Although she had never done it before, she had seen a lot in the village, and she just put these After drawing it, the people of Dongling will naturally try it.

They all like these, even if it doesn't work out in the end, but what they like more may be such a process.

Shen Qingci didn't know that what an outsider like her brought to the people of Dongling, in addition to the thousand years of time, could also bring earth-shaking changes to their lives.

In this place, they don't know how the sun and the moon change.

But she still can't integrate herself into this place. Dari is a good place, but what she wants most is not here. She was born and lived in a troubled time, and the wind and rain outside is what she has to experience. .

Even if there is pain, even if there are thorns, it must be the way she wants.

In the distance, peach blossoms are painted flying, falling all over the ground.

Just her heart.

She put her hand on her chest

It would be good if you were here, forgetting the mundane world, another truly peaceful event.

She opened her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes was stained with a layer of deep and shallow wounds.

Some wounds remain in her soul, immortal.

"Sister, it's time to eat."

Xiaodong outside was calling for people, and he also asked Shen Qingci to go over to eat.

"Well, here we go," Shen Qingci adjusted his clothes, and then put half of the spices he made on the table. Although she said that it was not of great use, for the people of Dongling, it was far from nothing. It would be good to give them more tools and more methods, but these rouge gouache and spice beads are very popular with young girls here. It is natural for women to love beauty.

That's why she was able to eat and live here without feeling ashamed.

Several vegetarian dishes have been placed on the table, as well as the self-produced white rice, and a pot of peach blossom tea, which is the favorite drink of the people here. Dongling people have lived here for generations and are self-sufficient.

Although the meal cannot be said to be big fish and big meat, but there is rice and noodles in Dundun, and you can eat and drink enough.

Shen Qingci was not a picky eater. She had eaten steamed bread and pickles all the way, and she had never seen anything that she disliked, not to mention the days of having vegetables, eggs, and white rice.

She put some dishes in her bowl and ate it too, but as soon as the food came into her mouth, she frowned slightly. When she first came, the food cooked by Xiao Dongniang was also very good. Yeah, the food just tasted weaker every day, and today, she can't taste a trace of salt anymore, and she looked at the others without leaving any traces.

There are only three members of the village chief's family. There is not even an adult man in the family. She has never asked about Xiaodong's father, and Xiaodong has never mentioned it. At this time, the three of them are silent. After eating, they couldn't taste such bland food, or was it because they lived here for thousands of years, so they couldn't even tell the difference between salty and bland?