Jiangmen's direct daughter is busy farming

Chapter 7
"Yue'er, what are you drawing?" Song Zhanming pointed to the thing on the paper that looked like a bed but wasn't a bed.

Jingyue explained: "This is a kang, and its working principle is similar to that of a stove, except that instead of a pot, it is a bed made of earth."

Song Jingkuan was a little puzzled and said: "Then this kind of bed doesn't put people on the fire to roast? It's not cooked yet!"

Song Jingkuan's nonsensical words made Jingyue couldn't help laughing: "Fifth brother, you are right, but it is not roasted, but roasted hot, the most important thing is to control the temperature, not to overheat, so you can sleep on the bed." It won’t be cold in winter.”

"But what should I do if there is smoke? Isn't it also uninhabitable in the house?" The sixth young master Song Jingyun expressed his doubts.

Jingyue took a look at this sixth brother. Although he was not talkative, he could get to the point every time.Therefore, Jingyue pointed to another drawing and said: "This is the internal structure drawing of the kang. When the kang is being panned, as long as the masons follow this drawing, the smoke will come out quickly."

"What about this one?" Song Jingrui pointed to another drawing that looked like a stove.

Jingyue explained patiently: "Actually, there are two kinds of kangs. One is the kang that directly resembles a bed like this, and the other is similar to floor heating. That is, by burning this stove, not only can you cook, but a part of it will The heat also makes the floor of the house so hot that you just sleep on the floor!"

Although everyone can't understand what "floor heating" and "heat" are, they can probably understand what Jingyue said, which is to use the ground as a bed, and this bed is heated.

"Song Quan, just do as Yue'er said, and find some skilled masons to set up the kang!" Mr. Song gave the order decisively.

"Yes, master! There are some good masons in Songjia Village, I'll go right away!" Song Quan turned around and walked towards Songjia Village.

"Grandfather, do we also have them in our house?" Song Jingrui is not afraid of the cold, he just likes to join in the fun.

Since he came to Thousand Barren Mountains, because there were too many people and few houses, he, the second young master of the general's mansion, squeezed with his sixth uncle, elder brother and two younger brothers every day, and he was almost suffocated to death.He would be happy if he could have an extra-large bed, even if it was an earthen bed.

"No firewood, what are you burning!" Mr. Song glared at his grandson.The implication is that if you want to have a hot kang to lie down on, you have to cut more firewood.

Song Quan's work efficiency is very high. In less than an hour, he brought back four or five people, and the leader was an old man in his 50s.Song Quan introduced that he was the head of Songjia Village, and the rest of the people were all skilled masons in the village.Few people asked them to work in winter, and they all stayed at home. As soon as they heard that there was work, they all followed.

It was the first time for Jingyue to see outsiders. The few people in front of her had patches on their clothes, and their faces were yellow. It looked like they were overworked and couldn't keep up with their nutrition.They bowed their heads, looking apprehensive.

After all, Song Ren, the village head, has seen some of the market, and he also knows that although the Song family is not as good as before, the prestige of Mr. Song's fighting for the country has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.For the common people like them, heroes are those who give them stability, and they will always remember this kindness.

"Master Song, do you have anything for the little ones to do?" The village chief spoke respectfully.

Mr. Song pointed to Jingyue and said, "All of you listen to Second Miss. Whatever she asks you to do, you do it!" Mr. Song handed over this matter to Jingyue, and he could feel that Jingyue was still restrained. His own talent, but he believes that in the near future, this granddaughter will definitely be able to show her talents.

Seeing that her grandfather believed in herself so much, Jingyue became more confident.This time, she explained in more detail to several bricklayers the essentials of the kang, the choice of materials, the setting of vents, and the connection between the kang body and the chimney.

After listening to Jingyue's explanation, several villagers in Songjia Village looked at her in surprise.How could this Second Miss of the Song family know more than those of them who have been dealing with clay bricks all year round.If this kang is ready, then there will be no need to worry about freezing to death while sleeping in winter.

"Second Miss, besides bricks, can we use other things for this kang?" A young man in his 20s asked timidly.Their family is very poor, even if they know how to make a kang, they can't afford bricks.

Jingyue saw what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Of course, it is also possible to use adobe. You can put grass in the mud and mix them together to make adobe. The effect may be better. You should prepare the kang for our family first. , You can make adobes yourself when you get home, and then make a kang for your own home. You can draw the drawings of these kangs. However, I have a small request that I want you to agree to."

The few people were shocked when they heard it. As craftsmen, they all knew that if the second lady gave them the skill of pan kang, it was equivalent to giving them a bowl of rice, and she was their master.

They didn't even hope to get the craftsmanship of Pan Kang, and it's so good now.It's not that they are greedy for this craft, but that this kang can save many poor people.Not to mention a small request, they will agree to even the most difficult conditions.

"Second Miss, tell me that as long as I, Old Man Song, can do it, I'm willing to do it." Old Man Song with the best craftsmanship and the best heart said with trembling lips.

Seeing their excitement, Jingyue quickly said: "Actually, it's not a big deal, but you can't tell others that I taught you this kang kang skill, but that you figured it out by yourself. Can you agree?"

"This?" Old man Song and the village chief looked at her with some embarrassment.

"You guys do what the Second Miss says!" Mr. Song said the same thing again, but now there was a smile on his face.This granddaughter is really good, she is not greedy for merit, she is benevolent, she can do a lot, she can do a lot!

When Old Man Song and the others heard this, they made a "plop" and knelt down to Mr. Song, "Mr. Song, Second Miss, thank you for your great kindness. The people of Song Family Village will never forget it."

Regardless of the fact that there are only a dozen families in Songjia Village, and the population is small and poor, the hearts of the people in the village are very united.The old man Song knew that the Second Miss taught them a few things about the pankang, which is equivalent to teaching the whole village. In the future, they can rely on this skill to eat, and they will not be afraid of the cold in winter.

Jingyue was a little frightened, and looked at the people on the ground helplessly for a while, she had never seen such a situation in two lifetimes.

It was Song Zhanwei who saw Jingyue's thoughts and embarrassment, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help the old man Song and said, "Yue'er knows your feelings. If you really want to thank her, you can give our Zhuangzi a good bed. It's only late autumn. Before the Chinese New Year, you are still busy."

The people who were kneeling got up now. Old man Song touched his old tears and asked with a blushing face, "Second Miss, just tell me, we must do it well!"

(End of this chapter)