What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 137 Windmill
June.

Outside Tao's Village, on a wasteland.

A windmill, construction has been completed.

On the round wooden house, on the improved windmill blades, there are sails made of iron silkworm silk.

Its structure and transmission design have also been improved.

The wind blows from afar.

Facing the wind, the blades of the windmill slowly rotated, driving the millstone in the wooden house to rotate slowly.

Most importantly, there is a wooden support perpendicular to the ground outside the wooden house.

People can adjust and move the windward side of the blade of the windmill by moving and adjusting the bracket, so that the windmill can always be aligned with the wind direction when the windmill is working.

Xu Ji smiled.

Everyone behind him also cheered!
"Longevity Tianzun! Longevity Tianzun!" Seeing the windmill driving the millstone to rotate, the grain poured in was slowly ground and hulled.

Everyone is happy.

Another time-saving and labor-saving tool that can help everyone!
Xu Ji is also very satisfied.

"Next time, we can bring the flushing tanks for pumping water and the subsystems for wood sawing and papermaking!" He thought in his heart.

Nowadays, although the people in Shashui have waterwheels, they can draw water.

But in the end, the waterwheel draws water depends on the river section and the water flow rate.

Not applicable in many places.

Moreover, today's southwestern Shandong is mostly mountainous.

Compared with the waterwheel, the windmill mentioned by Professor Chen Ang is undoubtedly more applicable.

"Next month, we will build a big one!" Xu Ji said.

Now this windmill is just a test product.

The leaves of the windmill are only a little over five meters.

Horsepower is probably not great either.

Xu Ji remembered that Professor Chen Ang said that the medieval Dutch windmills had the largest blades of 20 meters and a horsepower of more than [-] horses!
Even in this mythical world, it is scary enough!
A windmill with six thousand horsepower...

It means that the common people have a fairy who doesn't need to rest and won't cry tired, helping them work every day!

Best of all...

Because it is a mythical world, as long as the windmill is high enough.

The force of the blowing wind is no less than that of the Dutch lowlands.

and so……

In the future, windmill pumping water is completely feasible!

Therefore, Meng Bai, Mi Lu and others immediately led the craftsmen to make another preparation.

A month later, a terrifying wooden house that made everyone tremble stood tall.

The wooden house has three floors and is more than ten meters high.

Four windmill leaves unfolded, each several feet long.

Because it is a mythical world, the wood quality is top-notch.

The sails woven by iron silkworms are also extremely strong and full of toughness.

So, when this monster-level windmill was facing the wind, it slowly turned.

The huge force, through conduction, drives the thousand-jin millstone to rotate slowly.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"We did this?" Mi Lu asked Dou Yu beside her.

The little tiger nodded: "Yes, Your Highness..."

Mi Lu looked at the thousand-jin graphite and was also taken to spin it.

He swallowed his saliva: "We made a thing that doesn't use Taoist magic powers, but is comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Dou Yu was also terrified.

After the huge windmill was actually built, it was beyond their imagination.

The unfolded car leaves, just like the real body of the great sage of the monster clan in the mountains of hundreds of thousands of miles away, the sails woven with iron silk, facing the blowing wind, slowly drive the car leaves to rotate.

This huge force, through wooden or bronze parts, drives the stone mill in the wooden house to rotate like a giant.

Tianzun, who was riding on the back of the bull, was already admiring.

Just admiring the content, it makes people shudder.

"good!"

"Next year, it can be used to pump water!"

"In the future, as long as there are rivers passing by, there will be no drought!"

"We can also use it to drain swamps, drain puddles of flood water..."

Mi Lu listened, her heart trembled.

Chu State...

The water network is densely covered, the rivers are vertical and horizontal, and the swamps are everywhere.

Among them, there are many miasmas, which breed Gu insects and diseases.

If it were Chu State, such huge windmills would be built in these places.

Isn't that...

It is equivalent to hundreds or even thousands of immortal monarchs in Chu State at once.

These immortal monarchs don't need incense copper to worship, and they don't compete with others for resources.

As long as there is wind, they can apply their mighty power to the surroundings day and night.

Pumping, grinding...

Even, it can be used in other ways.

In addition to being unable to fight with others, and afraid of being destroyed by others.

These windmills are simply a weapon of the country!

"Dou Qing, have you written it all down?" Mi Lu asked.

Dou Yu nodded: "The part that Tianzun ordered me to be responsible for, I have written it all down!"

He pointed to his head.

"and you?"

Mi Lu also nodded.

..............................

So, after July, this kind of giant windmills began to appear on both sides of the sand and water at a rate of half a month.

Then gradually extend inland.

During this process, Xu Ji discovered a very interesting thing: Although now, in the mountains and plains in the southwestern part of Lu State where the sandy water basin radiates.

Common people generally per capita prenatal education drop out.

Except for the people brought by Mengsun and Mi Lu, there were basically no literate people.

but……

The village head elected by each village and the person responsible for the order and organization of the township.

But they all have one characteristic.

artisan!

Most of them are artisans!
Or a carpenter, or a mason, or a potter, or a metalsmith.

In short, they are all craftsmen.

This is interesting.

Xu Ji observed carefully for a long time before he understood the reason.

This is also his fault.

Because he brought the waterwheel and made it popular.

So, after witnessing and experiencing the benefits of the waterwheel.

The simple people regarded it as a sacred object one after another.

If Xu Ji did not allow them to worship, it is estimated that someone would have set up a statue of the waterwheel at home to worship a waterwheel goddess that does not exist.

But this has also resulted in the high prestige of those who have mastered the skills of making waterwheels in various villages.

When the village chief is elected every year, no one else can compete with these people at all.

Therefore, the elected village chiefs are basically craftsmen.

Therefore, although Xu Ji has actually been laissez-faire.

Just let Meng Bai lead people to help the village chiefs deal with conflicts.

Except for public affairs, there is a grass-roots team, and other things are ignored, and the villagers are left to govern themselves.

But invisibly and unintentionally, it has contributed to a governance system composed of craftsmen among the people.

These craftsmen use craftsman thinking to deal with problems.

So, Xu Ji discovered it all at once.

They actually discussed it by themselves, and then decided to set up public warehouses in various transportation points.

Every year, [-]% of the harvested grain and fragrant copper are sent to the public warehouse.

Isn't this a normal position?
And because Southwest Shandong was originally sparsely populated, with a large area and a large number of people.

There are dozens of miles between each village.

There are few conflicts.

Although the population has increased, it is also due to the abundance of materials.

There is no contradiction.

Therefore, apart from roads and warehouses, there is no need for any other extra manpower.

People can take care of themselves.

Because, now the village chief, He Bo, and the land are all voted by themselves.

Those who may be riding on their heads are now subject to them, and even have to curry favor with them.

This has led to the feeling that the common people do not seem to need any officials.

That's fine.

But Xu Ji knew that this was not a long-term solution.

"Go back, I have to ask Professor Chen Ke for advice on system construction..."

At the same time, Xu Ji also understood.

He seems to have accidentally bred something that might be a big deal for this unproductive mythical world!
The common people take care of themselves.

Add craftsmen (engineers) to rule the village...

"If it gets out, maybe it will be surrounded and suppressed..." Xu Ji had this realization.

(End of this chapter)