Nanming: I can build wonders

Chapter 684 Don't forget the original intention of true Confucianism (please subscribe!)
"Master Zhang, one must be hardworking and not be lazy. Hurry up and work hard, otherwise the weather in Poyang Lake is getting colder and colder, and it will be difficult."

Looking at the few people admiring the scenery on the concrete road, Gu Cheng passing by couldn't help molesting them again.

"Hmph, Shu Zi is not enough and tricky!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhidong retorted cheekily.

Gu Cheng didn't bother to talk to him, the key was to serve Zhu Kezang well.

Zhu Kezang led his ministers to dry rice on the farm road.

As the saying goes: If you don’t dry the rice, you can’t afford to dry the rice.

The newly harvested rice contains shrugs, dust and rice leaves, etc., and has many impurities, which need to be dried and blown to remove most of these impurities.

If the paddy is not dried in the sun, it is directly shelled into rice, and the wet paddy shelling will break a lot of rice grains, and the rice integrity rate may be less than [-]% (the dry paddy shelling, the rice integrity rate is more than [-]%), Moreover, the milled rice will be sticky with various impurities.

After shelling, the rice cannot be dried. Exposure of shelled rice to the sun will affect the taste after cooking.

Moreover, when the hulled rice is exposed to the sun, it will cause the rice to evaporate excessively and lose moisture excessively, resulting in the appearance of broken glass.

Such broken glassy rice is very brittle, and it will be broken when pinched by hand.

Even in the rematch, the price of broken rice is much lower than that of whole rice, which is undoubtedly a loss for farmers.

In the high temperature season, rice can be exposed to the sun for two days.

In this case, it means that the emperor will have to stay in Nanchang Mansion for a few more days.

This is bad news for Zhang Zhidong!
Means to continue to suffer.

Zhang Zhidong was convinced, and really wanted to use the steam harvester.

He really wanted to go over and say to Zhu Kezang: Your Majesty, science is not all useless. This is a good thing and should be affirmed.

But when people are old, they always have better face and stubbornness.

He thought for a while, but still did not admit defeat, and silently led several other civil servants who wanted to cry without tears to continue harvesting rice.

On the fourth day, Zhu Kezang brought his ministers to the farmland again.

This time, the rice grains that have been dried in the sun for two days are used to shell them.

With the help of the steam wind valley machine, shelling is much faster. In just one day, all the rice harvested in the past few days has been shelled and turned into white rice!

"My dear fellows!"

"I have already bought these rice from the farmers, and everyone will take them back. I hope that everyone can remember the hard work of the past few days, the hardships of the people, the original aspiration of true Confucianism, and the responsibilities and missions on their shoulders. .”

"Staying high in the temple, you must think about the common people in the world, think more about the common people, and do more practical things for the common people, instead of shouting about being loyal to the emperor and patriotism, calling for the family and the world, but in the end it is even the hard work of the common people. I don't understand."

Zhu Kezang looked at the white rice in front of him, then at the officials, grabbed a handful of rice and said to the officials.

"The ministers will definitely remember the hardships of these days, not forget the hardships of the people, stick to the ambition of serving the people, always think of measures to benefit the people, cultivate love for the people, and take the small, urgent and difficult things of the people into their hearts, We will work hard to write a new rice answer sheet that the people are satisfied with.”

All the ministers replied in unison, these ministers have endured some hardships in the past three days, experienced the hard work of the common people, understood Zhu Kezang's good intentions, and clearly realized the power brought by technology!
Especially the civil servants who have belittled steam technology before are even more ashamed.

Under the leadership of Zhu Kezang, the officials happily dragged their own rice home in a four-wheeled carriage, leaving only Zhang Zhidong here still in a daze.

Then, there was no news for several days, and it seemed that everyone had forgotten about them.

Immediately they panicked completely, and now they couldn't go back. Zhu Kezang didn't intend to order them to go back, and Jin Yiwei was still monitoring them.

Looking at the rice fields in front of them, they immediately understood.

If the rice is not harvested, they will probably stay here for the rest of their lives.

Knowing this, they work harder, they don't want to stay here forever.

"The farmers are suffering, the farmers are tired, and the farmers have tears of bitterness!"

Afterwards, the few people got up very early every day to harvest the rice, and returned to the farm very late. If Jin Yiwei hadn't rushed them back to rest, they would not have wanted to go back.

In just a few days, Zhang Zhidong and the others seemed to be different people. They no longer had the aloofness of scholars in the past, and they were like old farmers, busy in the field geography.

At this time, Zhang Zhidong and the others truly understood the hardships of the farmers. They were just harvesting rice. In the five-acre rice field, several people went to harvest the rice day after day, but it seemed that they could never finish harvesting.

Moreover, after the rice is harvested, it has to be dried in the sun and hulled, using a manual winder. These people are weeping bitter tears every day.

It took Zhang Zhidong and his team more than 20 days to harvest the five-acre paddy field per person!

However, this is just the beginning, they still have to hustle the rice into rice, and that is the completion!

Looking at the piles of rice and the earth hullers (a kind of stone mill) for their use, it is too cruel not to even provide a manual wind valley machine.

The stone mill in their hands seemed to be a task that would never be completed. They didn't want to stay here any longer, but had to insist on grinding rice husks every day.

Zhang Zhidong's hands were covered with pools of blood and many calluses. He woke up in pain even if he touched those injured parts when he was sleeping at night.

In a trance, Zhang Zhidong felt like he was back in his childhood, when his family was poor.

Nowadays, people are old and frail, even if they are in high positions, they still miss the years when they were young.

Woohoo!

In the nearby factory building, along with the sound of sirens, Zhang Zhidong, who recalled being young and frivolous in his dream, was awakened.

He sat up, washed up quietly, and started another day's work.

Now there is no need for Jin Yiwei's wake-up call, he can get up by himself.

When passing by the factory building next door, he saw a familiar scene. The steam engine drives the wind valley machine to start working. Bags of rice are poured in, and it turns into white rice at the exit. The efficiency is very high.

The workers next to them finished their work while chatting.

In just one morning, a large pile of rice was ground into bags of rice, and then sent to all parts of Daming.

Zhang Zhidong looked at the stone mill in his hand again, and turned it vigorously all morning, but only husked a small bag of rice into rice, and the gap was not ordinary.

Zhang Zhidong muttered to himself: "Is this the power of investigating things and extending knowledge?"

(End of this chapter)