my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 22 Young Master, I Still Don't Believe in Evil
The progress of the stone mill was much faster than he expected. After a while, he was exhausted again. He returned to his small courtyard, washed up, changed his clothes, and was about to enjoy his extra meal. He took the two craftsmen just now and stood outside the door to wait.

"Sir, the stone mill has been made according to your request..."

When Zhao Ying heard the words, he immediately became interested and nodded.

"Take me to see..."

Craftsmen have a special yard for their work, which is at the outskirts of Fusu Mansion. As far as I remember, I don't seem to have been here before.Zhao Ying couldn't help but be dumbfounded as he looked at the rather large yard.

Small but complete.

The majestic Mr. Fusu's mansion even has craftsmen who weave straw mats and repair farm tools.

Let's put it this way, with these craftsmen, you can be self-sufficient in almost everything you need in your life, which is simply the interpretation of the small peasant economy to the extreme.

Seeing Zhao Ying approaching, the craftsmen in the yard got up and saluted one after another.

"Don't worry about me, I'm busy with you..."

Zhao Ying waved his hands kindly, signaling to leave him alone, and then the craftsmen dispersed and went back to their own business.

The stone mill has been installed.

Zhao Ying walked over to have a look, but he didn't see anything, but it seemed that at least in appearance, it was no different from the stone mills he had seen in later generations, and even finer in workmanship.

"Okay, well done, you two, each reward one hundred, first send the stone mill to the back kitchen—"

"Thank you for your reward, thank you for your reward..."

The stonemason and blacksmith were overjoyed when they heard the news, their happy faces were creased.

Now their wages are only eight dollars a day.One hundred coins, even if they don't eat or drink, they have to be busy for more than ten days. Now they simply modified a stone mill according to the nobleman's instructions, and they got a reward of one hundred coins at once. Naturally, they are extremely happy , working hard.

The craftsmen around couldn't help showing envious eyes.

These two guys are so lucky, and they don't know when such a good thing will happen to them.

Several people rushed to transport the stone mill to an empty house next to the kitchen.

Taking advantage of everyone's installation effort, Zhao Ying couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

"This stone mill—what did you guys use it for in the past?"

"In the beginning, it was used to peel the grains of millet and wheat. Later, because it was easy to crush the grains, few people used them..."

The nobleman doesn't know how to get the food. It's so normal, leeks and wheat can't be distinguished, so the few people don't think it's strange, and patiently explained to Zhao Ying.

"No flour?"

Zhao Ying stepped forward, tried to push the stone mill, and found that it was working well, so he turned his head and asked again.

"Grinding noodles? I don't know what the nobleman is talking about grinding noodles?"

The several craftsmen looked at each other in dismay, confused, and in the end the stonemason who had been praised by Zhao Ying came forward and asked.

Zhao Ying: ...

It took a long time to explain with gestures and gestures before the craftsmen understood what flour grinding is.

It turned out to be grinding wheat into flour?
Several people looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces. They couldn't figure out why they had to grind the wheat so finely, and what was the use of grinding so finely.

In the end, the kitchen steward who had heard the news and came to watch the excitement suddenly remembered something, slapped his forehead suddenly, and walked forward to salute Zhao Ying.

"Sir, when you mentioned it this way, the villain remembered it. According to the people in Qi State, after the Gongshu Ban made this thing, the local people did use it to grind the surface, but Later, I heard that no one would do this anymore, because of this matter, Gongshu Ban almost became a joker in the local area, and was discussed for a long time..."

Zhao Ying: ...

He couldn't understand how such a good thing could be abandoned by others.

"Why is no one using it?"

"This villain knows..."

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on the steward's face.

"When the stone mill was first introduced, we old Qin people also tried to use it, but it was really impractical-it took too much effort. Grinding a set of noodles, which is about thirty catties, requires two strong Labor, a whole day, and two strong laborers can earn [-] yuan for a day of hard work, which is enough for a family's expenses for a few days..."

"In addition, grinding a set of noodles requires a lot of bran, and those bran people can't eat it. It's loud, and it can only be used to feed animals..."

The steward smiled cautiously when he said this, and stopped talking.

Zhao Ying was suddenly embarrassed.

Isn't this why not eat minced meat?
Many ordinary people don't even have to eat coarse wheat rice, what else do they think about white flour steamed buns, sesame seed fried dough sticks?

Although after I traveled through time, I told myself again and again that I must be in awe, I must integrate into the times, don't be self-righteous, and don't show off the superiority of the time-traveler, but I still take it for granted in the end.

In the final analysis, there is still a sense of superiority that bears 2000 years of civilization in his bones.

This made him secretly vigilant.

If you don't change this kind of thinking, you will make a mistake ten times and a hundred times stupider than this one day, and you will die in the end without knowing how to die.

Looking a little embarrassed, he looked at his steward flatteringly, showing a smile of approval.

"Well said, a reward of one hundred, let's go down to receive the reward later—"

The steward was rewarded, and he spoke more earnestly.

"Speaking of it, according to a villain, it's not just that. It's mainly the noodles that are ground. Although they are a little thinner, the pasta made doesn't have any special taste. Therefore, the poor and humble can't afford it, and most of them The nobles are too lazy to eat it, they use it to peel the grain, and they can crush the grain—"

Speaking of this, the manager's tone paused, and he secretly glanced at Zhao Ying's expression, seeing that Zhao Ying did not have angry medical skills, he smiled flatteringly again.

"Besides, the cost of this stone mill is not cheap. Ordinary people can't afford the price. It's really not worth it. If it is introduced to us, not many people will use it soon..."

At this time, Zhao Ying had already understood the reason why Shi Mo was so cold in this era.

The common people are cold there because they are poor.

When the nobles are cold, it is because they don't know how to eat.

The latter is easy to handle, the former—

Zhao Ying sighed, in this world, all diseases can be cured, but poverty is hard to cure

However, even if he wants to do this kind of thing at present, he is powerless. It is not his turn to dictate the country's major affairs and the people's livelihood hardships. He should first think about how to survive the earth-shattering changes two years later and save his own life.

Put these complicated thoughts behind you for a while.

Zhao Ying nodded.

Then he turned his head and ordered the kitchen manager to grind a few catties of fine noodles according to his requirements before turning around and going out.

Steward:  …

It seems that the young master still doesn't believe in evil.

(End of this chapter)