The Emperor is Above

Chapter 35 This thing is too addictive

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"plow?"

"Plow, plow!"

Qing Yi gestured helplessly.

"What is a plow?" Chai Yong asked with a confused expression.

The young and strong men who were sorting out farm tools around shook their heads in response to Qing Yi's inquiring gaze, indicating that they had never heard of it.

The clever Erhei quickly invited Hei Weng, who had the most farming experience in Huaiqiu, to come over. The old man twisted his thick black beard in amazement:

"Qing Yi, for hundreds of years, our ancestors have been farming with hoes and plows in the spring. We have never heard of such an object as a plow. I wonder where the head of the village learned about it?"

"This is something I thought of myself!" Qing Yi was almost unable to answer when asked by Hei Weng. He couldn't just say that he saw it on TV before he traveled through time.

People always find it difficult to accept unfamiliar things, especially stubborn old people like Hei Weng.

When everyone invited the most knowledgeable old man in Huaiqiu to come, he also said that he had never heard of a plow and that the countries in Zhongzhou also used rakes to cultivate the land, so everyone continued to be busy.

As night fell, the villagers went home after a busy day. Qing Yi shook his head helplessly. When it came to the issue of spring plowing, which affected their livelihood for the year, everyone was more willing to trust experienced old men like Hei Weng.

"It's absolutely impossible not to make the plow!" Qing Yi frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
"There are about 5,000 acres of arable land in Huaiqiu. Excluding my 500 acres of land, each family has about 100 acres of arable land, which is a lot.

If we use simple farm tools like plows and hoes to farm, even the elderly will have to work very hard, which will not only waste spring ploughing time, but also cause great damage to the body. This is not acceptable."

Although Qing Yi had seen some traditional plows in his previous life, he could only come up with a concept. Professional matters still need to be done by professionals, and Tun Shigu was naturally the expert.

Early the next morning, Qing Yi found a piece of charcoal and a piece of animal skin and prepared to draw a pattern of a plow. At the same time, he sent Da Niu to Tuanfuli to find Tuanshi Gulai.

When he drew the crooked plow in his mind, the familiar voice of Tun Shigu was heard in the yard: "Hey, Old Man Bai and Old Man Hei, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much. How are you, brothers? -"

The villagers were also very enthusiastic about Tuan Shigu, the chubby lower-ranking official, and greeted him one after another.

"Brother Shi Gu, I haven't seen you for half a month and you've lost weight!"

Walking out of the east wing, Qing Yi was surprised to find that the chubby Tun Shigu had lost a lot of weight. His messy hair, tangled beard, blue circles under his eyes and hoarse voice showed that he had been staying up late to work overtime recently.

"My goodness, brother, you are incredible. I have heard about what happened at Maoqiu Pavilion. You actually cut off the hands and feet of the Pavilion Thief Kou Rui in front of Pavilion Master Maosheng!"

Although Tu Shigu was mentally exhausted, he seemed extremely excited. He approached with shining eyes and a look of great joy.

"Kou Rui, this old fellow, used to rely on his strength as an eighth-grade warrior and his duty as a thief-seeker to be too arrogant and domineering. Now he is really getting his comeuppance."

"Kou Rui's attack was unsuccessful, and I only fought back in self-defense. He had his hands and feet cut off by the blind sword, and it was his own fault!"

Qing Yi smiled and changed the subject, "Brother Shi Gu, you look so haggard recently. Are you rushing to finish the thirty sets of armor ordered by the Minister of the Imperial Household, Yuan Mu Shang?"

"Of course!"

Tu Shigu smiled brightly and said with full confidence, "It's just that my family is small and I haven't gotten much sleep these days because I've been working day and night. Otherwise, I could have taken on all the armor for the guards."

At this point, he rubbed his hands and looked at Qing Yi with a smile: "Brother, Daniu said you had something urgent to ask me, so I dropped what I had and ran over here. What on earth do you have?"

"I see that everyone is too tired from spring ploughing, so I would like to trouble Brother Shigu to help me make some farming tools!" Qing Yi was about to pull Tun Shigu to the room to see the work he had just finished.

“Just farm tools?”

A trace of disappointment appeared on Tushigu's fat face, but thinking about the sleigh invented by the other party, he followed Qing without hesitation.

When he saw the strange-shaped tools painted on the animal skin, he couldn't help but wonder, "What is this?" "Look, this is the plow pattern I drew. This is the handrail... this is the plowshare... this is the plowshare..."

When Qing Yi patiently explained his works one by one, Tun Shigu's originally disappointed eyes gradually became bright and it was obvious that he became interested.

He held up his chubby chin and nodded, "Although it sounds troublesome, it should be much better than the plow we use now. You can try it."

The best raw material for making bone plows is shoulder blade, which is readily available at home.

Whether it was the dozen or so wild wolves at the beginning or the many prey picked up in the winter, they all provided a large amount of bones as raw materials, especially for making plowshares, the harder the bones, the better the toughness.

Tun Shigu, the master of armor and weapons, personally worked on the work, while Qing Yi kept offering suggestions for improvements. In just two hours, the first complete plow was produced.

"This is the plow the village head was talking about!"

"It looks similar to an ox plow!"

"I don't know how to use this thing. I'll see how the head of the village uses it later."

As the villagers of Huaiqiuli watched, Da Niu led out a sturdy reindeer. After a winter of reindeer breeding, these reindeer could obey orders well even without the little fox's intervention.

"Come on, get some men to move the plow to the field and see what the effect is!" Without Qing Yi's call, the impatient Hei Weng came to help direct the team, and several young and strong men rushed forward to lift the plow.

However, Hei Weng's dark face was still full of doubt: "I'm afraid it won't work. For hundreds of years, our ancestors have been using plows to farm."

"You are always doubting!" The old man smiled and patted Hei Weng's shoulder. "Old friend, although we haven't heard of it, since Qing Yi said it's okay, we will know if we try it!"

Surrounded by hundreds of people in Huaiqiu, they soon arrived at Qingyi's fiefdom. Daniu put a harness on the reindeer, and Heiweng personally held the plow.

"drive--"

With a low roar from the big bull, the reindeer's strong hooves pushed forward with all their might. The soil, which was still slightly frozen in mid-spring, was easily turned over by the bone plow to a depth of more than half a foot, reaching the depth of farming in previous years.

This was because Hei Weng was not skilled in operating the plow. By the second time, Hei Weng was able to control the depth of the plow to one foot and two inches.

Elderly people in the village, such as Aunt Bo, were very excited when they saw this scene: "This spring ploughing tool can plough faster and turn the soil deeper. This year, we can plant corn half a month earlier than in previous years, and the yield can be increased by at least 15%."

The villagers are so happy. No matter they are old, young, women or children, spring ploughing and autumn harvest are the most difficult and tiring times every year.

From the octogenarian to the three-year-old kid, everyone has to undertake certain labor. The hard work of farmers is not worth mentioning to outsiders.

Especially using a plow to dig the fields is the most physically demanding process. Even strong men like Chai Yong who have a certain foundation in spiritual practice are often exhausted after a day's work.

Looking at the people around him who were so happy, Qing Yi felt very satisfied in his heart.

Huaiqiuli was the most prosperous capital of Xing State. One acre of land could produce 100 kilograms of brown corn in a good year. Every year, 10% was kept as seeds and 30% was paid as taxes. The burden did not seem too heavy.

However, due to insufficient labor, each family can only cultivate half of their 100 acres of arable land each year. The other half is cultivated not only because they are unable to do so, but also to increase the fertility of the soil.

Especially in the past five years, there have been frequent droughts and floods, and the yield per acre can only be 50 to 60 kilograms. Excluding taxes and seeds, each family can only have more than 200 kilograms of food per person, and life is still very hard.

Now with the bone plow, a powerful tool for spring plowing, efficiency can be increased by at least five times.

Everyone was talking excitedly about plowing and looking forward to a bright future. Da Niu and Hei Weng went back and forth again, and before they knew it, they had plowed the fields more than ten times.

"Hei Weng, that's enough, that's enough, it's time to rest!" Qing Yi was afraid that the old man was too tired, so he hurried forward to stop him.

Hei Weng's dark face glowed red, and he said with a feeling of unsatisfied satisfaction: "It's okay, it's okay. I'm not tired, not tired at all. This thing is too addictive."

(End of this chapter)