Chapter 787: farm tools

"thank you."
The blacksmith was very excited, and he started to do it according to the drawings on the spot. About a few days later, the people in the village gathered together. Shen Qingci originally wanted to make more boxes of rouge gouache for Xiao Dongniang. It was sent, but Xiaodong was dragged to the entrance of the village.
In fact, she is just an outsider, not from Tanglin.
So she didn’t know if she could actually participate in such a rally, but she hadn’t even thought about it before she was pulled over by Xiaodong...
Until she arrived, when she saw what was on the ground, she knew something.
She stepped forward and picked up a farm tool from the ground, "It's a bit longer."
When the blacksmith's eyes lit up, he quickly remembered something in his heart.
"It's shorter," she took out again, although they are all different from the outside, they should also be usable. Human wisdom is interlinked, and time will bring them more and more wisdom. And surprise.
Although she doesn’t know too much and there may be mistakes, she believes that with the wisdom of the Tanglin people and that they can thrive for so many dozens of generations, she will definitely use her own wisdom to make these farm tools. Slowly adjust to the best and most suitable point.
Yes, it is farm tools. The pictures Shen Qingci drew for the blacksmith at the beginning are some of the farm tools she had seen. She didn't know the others, but they all used them together.
She lived with her mother in that small village for four years, and she was ignorant and ignorant in the first life.
In the second life, she was wise again. What she saw in her eyes became what she thought, and she also became a better memory than other people in this life.
These tools are what she has in her memory. In fact, she also accidentally saw and remembered them. Unexpectedly, she would give them to the Dongling people one day.
In the past thousands of years, what the outside world has gained the most is dynasty changes and endless wars, but because of these, more ways of survival have been derived, and these farm tools have been theirs for thousands of years. Where the wisdom lies.
A few young and strong boys are impatient to try new farming tools, but when they are holding farm tools to go, they turned their heads back and smiled honestly at Shen Qingci, there was nothing left. In hand, but they can't use it.
Shen Qingci really wants to say something, she has never planted any land.
But compared to people who have never eaten meat alone and have never seen pigs walking, she is most likely to have heard pigs cry, so she can only set an example and tell them how to use them. This is the master blacksmith. In fact, can you not make it so heavy, or it is so heavy in the first place, who made her never touch it.
She has seen how others use each tool, so under her half-demonstration, half-command, and half-speaking, these Tanglin people can draw inferences from one another and start using them.
Of course, when they were used at first, they were still a bit uncomfortable, but in the end they got used to it, but found that it was not only a short and labor saving, but also a lot easier to use compared to what they used before.
In particular, Shen Qingci painted a plow for them to pull the ground. It can be pulled by manpower or oxen. The people of Tanglin raise oxen, that is, the plough they use is the kind of plough that was used thousands of years ago. There is no manpower that is easy to use, so the cow was raised for use in the end, and even the work of this Tiancheng fell on the human body.
And what Shen Qingci taught them now is enough to allow him and them to improve from the pre-Qin period a thousand years ago to thousands of years, especially with such a plow, every time you walk, you can do one by one. People's work for five or six days, if these tools are used, they can make their movements about ten times faster.
Therefore, it is not bad to say that harmony is based on its means.
Shen Qingci taught them what she knew, including how to thresh and grind noodles. Although she had never done it before, she had seen a lot of them in the village, and she just taught them. After drawing it, the people of Tanglin will naturally experiment.
They all like these, even if they fail in the end, they may like this process more.
Shen Qingci didn't know that what she brought to the Dongling people by such an outsider, in addition to these thousand years, can also bring earth-shaking changes to their lives.
But here, I don't know how to change the sun and the moon.
But she still can’t integrate herself into this place. Dali is a good place, but what she wants most is not here. She was born in troubled times and lives in troubled times. The wind and rain outside are what she wants 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, and flowers fall all over the ground.
Just in her heart.
She put her hand on her chest
If you are here, that's fine. Forgetting the world is another truly peaceful event.
She opened her eyes, and her eyes were covered with deep and shallow wounds.
Some wounds are in her soul, life and death are immortal.
"Sister, have dinner."
Xiaodong outside shouted, and he also asked Shen Qingci to eat.
"Well, here it is." Shen Qingci adjusted his clothes, and put half of the spices on the table. Although she said that these are of no great use, it is far from the Tanglin people. It is better to give them more tools and more methods, but these rouge gouache and spice beads are also very popular with the young girls here. Women love beauty, which is natural.
Because of this, she was able to live and eat here, without feeling ashamed.
There are already a few vegetarian dishes on the table, as well as the self-produced white rice, and a pot of peach blossom tea that people love to drink here. Tanglin people have lived here for generations and are self-sufficient.
Although the meal cannot be said to be big fish and meat, there are rice and noodles in the meal, so you can eat and drink enough.
Shen Qingci was not a picky eater at first. She ate steamed buns and pickles all the way, and she didn't see anything that she disliked. What's more, there would be such a life with vegetables, eggs, and white rice.
She put some dishes in her bowl and ate it, but when this dish was inexplicable, she frowned slightly. When she first came, the food Xiao Dongniang cooked was also very good. Yeah, it just tastes faint day by day, and today, she can't taste the salty taste anymore, she looked at the others without leaving a trace.
There is only this family of three in the village chief’s family. There is no adult man in the family, and she has never asked about Xiaodong’s father, and Xiaodong has never mentioned it. At this time, the three of them were silent. Eating food, they can't taste such a bland meal in Chengdu, or is it because they have lived here for thousands of years, so they can't even tell the difference?