A dynamometer stick more than a foot long was stuck at the bottom, and a rope was tied to let forty people pull and open all the sails. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The expressions of the forty men gradually changed, and although the windmill did not turn, they were surprised by the power of the rope. The wind, how much strength there is?

From back to front, one by one, they let go of their hands, and when there were still a dozen people left, they finally couldn't pull the rope, and they no longer dared to underestimate the power of these linen and wood.

Jian Chen shouted to stop, and everyone let go of their hands together, and the windmill made a squeaky sound and spun rapidly.

Similar to Jian Chen's estimated strength, he didn't have an encyclopedia in his head, and when the windmill turned, the only thing he could be thankful for was the nine years of compulsory education and three years of high school study in his previous life.

The elementary school teacher taught him that one cubic meter is equal to one thousand liters; Chemistry taught him that the average molecular weight of the air was 29, and high school chemistry taught him that the average mole of gas was 22.4 liters. The density of the air can then be calculated to be 1.29 kilograms per cubic meter, and the theoretical power of the windmill can be estimated.

Junior high school physics taught him the principle of levers and the relationship between moments, so he could estimate the size of two sets of wooden gears after building a stone mill to achieve the fastest rotational speed.

Junior high school geometry taught him to draw circles with a compass and how to use a ruler to divide the corners in two, so he could stitch together the wheels and drill the round holes of the windmill.

Now that the windmill has begun to turn, the stone mill is not ready, and there is no hurry to install it.

The stone mill is not flat, and the bottom of the stone mill is a spiral pattern, so that the wheat can be ground and slowly driven to the outside of the stone mill using the spiral pattern.

Without the lubrication of wheat grains, the idling stone mill will make the spiral grinding disappear.

However, the wind could not be wasted, and a rough fixed pulley was cast in bronze, which could not save effort, but could change the direction of the force.

It was placed on a cliff and made a simple winch out of wooden gears and ropes.

When a slaughtered sheep and a large jar of salt were easily pulled to the cliff by a winch, the people of the city ran to the top of the hill to look at the windmill and marvel at the winch that could lift three or four hundred pounds without being pulled.

The slaves working in the fields looked at the windmills turning on the top of the mountain and worshiped the windmills, a tribe that could even drive the wind.

There were more and more people going to the top of the mountain to see the excitement, and when the drums of the city started at noon, it was even more crowded.

There is less than a month to harvest, and after the harvest, you have to be busy planting, and it is difficult to have such a free time until winter.

Thinking that the tribesmen have been eating badly these days, and every day is acorn noodles boiled wild vegetables and miscellaneous fish, Chen Jian simply turned this excitement into a gathering of urban villagers, slaughtering a few rams, hanging a few baskets of fresh fish, and dozens of sacks of charcoal.

Under the rotating windmills, the ovens made of brick and stone were set up, and a dozen people gathered in a pile, and all the little wine left was brought over, which was counted as the harvest and the last relaxation before the busy.

The smell of burnt meat permeated the mountaintops, and the sheep's offal was distributed to the slaves so that they could boil a pot of soup and be full today.

There wasn't much wine, so Jian Chen poured out two cans, mixed the rest with sugar water, and distributed them.

Many people stared at the two cans of spicy wine, looking greedily, they didn't like wine mixed with water, it didn't taste at all.

Jian Chen smiled and pointed to the two cans of wine and said, "If you want to drink these two cans of wine, let me ask a question, which two of them are answered correctly first, and who does this wine belong to." ”

The clansmen put down the dried meat that was being grilled in their hands, and quieted down, listening with their ears sideways.

Chen Jian held up a leg of mutton and said, "Since we are eating sheep, let's ask a question related to sheep." ”

"Hmm...... There are 12 sheep and geese, but there are 28 legs. How many geese are there? ”

As soon as the words came out, the few people who were hungry for wine all sat down sullenly, looking helpless.

Lancao covered her stomach, smiled and pointed to the civet cat who had just recovered from a serious illness and said, "You think about it, my brother said, after we faint, we will build a room for the two of us, and this clay pot is placed in the house, which is also considered to be ours." ”

The tanuki said with a gray face: "How can I count to count to thousands." ”

The people around laughed, knowing that they couldn't think of it, so they simply didn't want to, and drank the light wine mixed with water, silently thinking that the two cans of wine must have been sour, and it was not necessary to turn into vinegar......

Suddenly, a woman's faint voice came from the lively crowd.

"If you figure it out, can you give me not only those wines, but also that jar?"

Chen Jian raised his head, followed the voice and saw the woman, it was Hongyu, nodded and said, "The jar and the wine are yours, as long as you figure it out." ”

The woman chuckled gratefully, lowered her head, put down the twine she was rubbing in her hand, and pondered.

This is the fourth time Jian has noticed Redfish, and it's been a month since she herself won her freedom.

I heard that the woman has been spinning thread for a month, faster than everyone else, and she is not slow to weave sacks, using sacks and thread balls in exchange for food.

The others were a dozen people together, but Redfish was alone and hid in the corner, and was given a piece of venison and a little charcoal.

Only then did Jian Chen notice that she did not roast it slowly like others, but directly put the whole piece of venison on the charcoal fire, and may have been rubbing the hemp rope before, and did not speak, and no one spoke to her.

Now the twine has been put down, and the stones are being calculated on the ground.

Compared to a month ago, my body is much cleaner and no longer dirty.

Maybe it was too dirty before, but after suddenly cleaning up, I had a special impression that she had changed a piece of soap, her hair was smooth, and her neck also revealed the skin that was covered with gray and black before.

A very ordinary linen garment, adorned with a few buttons made of snails and river shells, and below it was a skirt woven of bark fibers, squatting on the ground, the loose skirt hiding her calves like petals, only her feet were exposed, and she was counting her fingers and toes in the habit of their tribe's hexadecimal......

What is hidden is always beautiful, Chen Jian suddenly remembered that he couldn't remember what this woman's cheeks looked like, it was very vague, and he had a strong urge in his heart to hold up her chin and see what this woman looked like.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, Yu Qian'er on the side ran to his side and whispered in his ear affectionately: "Brother, I have calculated it, there are a total of eight sheep and four geese." Right? ”

Jian Chen was stunned for a moment, retracted his gaze, and nodded, "Yes." ”

Yu Qian'er sat happily on the side, her eyes bent into a crescent moon, and she pointed to the jar of wine and said, "Brother, I can't drink it alone, I'll give you half of it, can you give me a barbecue to eat?" ”

"Okay."

Yu Qian'er took the jar of wine, poured it into two pottery bowls, looked at herself at the clarified wine, shook off two small braids, stood up and wrapped her hands around Chen Jian's neck, lay on his back and said, "Roast quickly." I'm going to eat this piece, and I'm going to give it to you. ”

Picked up the roasted venison, took a bite of the fattest place, handed the rest to Jian Chen's mouth, grinned, and the two pigtails tickled Jian Chen's neck.

The red fish in the distance was also finished, raised his head, looked at the intimate brother and sister, and sighed faintly.

She had no brothers or sisters, her mother died shortly after giving birth to her, and now she was the only one of all the people who was free, and she was a little lonely for a while.

Slowly paced to Chen Jianjian's side, she couldn't be as coquettish and intimate as Yu Qian'er, so she was far away and didn't ask if it was right, because she knew that it must be right.

"Eight sheep, four geese."

Taking advantage of the already dim sunlight, Jian Chen, who was slightly drunk, squinted his eyes and looked at the red fish.

The straight hair was scattered behind him, only slightly tied up on the neck, and hung down like a waterfall behind him until the waist was bent.

The corners of the eyebrows were untrimmed, naturally crooked, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, and there was no drinking, but with a kind of half-drunk haze.

Probably noticing that Jian Chen was staring at him, Hongyu quietly raised his hand and pretended to wipe his sweat, blocking the neck on his collarbone, where there was a scar left when he was a child.

In a very faint voice, he asked, "Is that mine?" ”

"Yes, it's yours."

The red fish bowed down and said thank you, hugged the jar, and did not return to the corner where he was, but walked to Yu Qian'er's side.

"You're from Guanfang City, I want to exchange it for some twine, I'll go to Fang City tomorrow to get it."

Putting down the clay pot, he smiled at Yu Qian'er, slowly returned to the corner, and continued to rub the hemp rope.

Maybe it was because he was half drunk, Jian Chen kept staring at the red fish, Yu Qian'er looked at Jian Chen sideways, and said with a smile: "Brother, do you want to sleep with her?" ”

"Who said that?"

"I've seen the eyes of the tanuki and Sister Bluegrass, just like you. Also, you've been staring at people. ”

"What do you know about a little kid?"

Yu Qian'er snorted, and said in her heart that I am not a child anymore, since I have a stomachache every month, my sisters have told me that I have grown up. Isn't it just the matter of sleeping, it's the same as eating and drinking, who doesn't understand.

She hurried to Redfish's side and whispered, "My brother wants to sleep with you." ”

Hongyu was stunned for a moment, the hemp rope in his hand was inadvertently torn off, he raised his head a little helplessly, looked at Chen Jian not far away, and felt a little confused.

Sleeping is not the same as eating and drinking, Yu Qian'er thinks she understands, but in fact she still doesn't understand.

Chen Jian listened to the sound of windmills like cats chirping behind him, he had been busy these days, there were people everywhere, and he didn't have time to keep his senses, so he was a little hot at this time.

Holding a bowl of wine, listening to the love songs of the surrounding clansmen, looking at the red fish, I couldn't help but sing.

"It's a sunny day, and the flower-like girl is sitting on the hillside. The breeze blows the windmill and turns, and the peas and flowers are fragrant and the ears of wheat are bent. The windmill, the windmill, the babbling and singing, why doesn't the little beauty have a good face? ”

Hongyu was stunned for a moment, touched the hemp rope with his fingers, and followed Jian Chen's tune.

"Nuan Nuan, that sunny day is coming, a flower-like woman is weaving hemp. If the wind is not strong, where is the car difficult to turn, how can you be happy if you don't have enough food and clothing? ”

neither accepted nor refused, as if asking Jian Chen what qualifications he had to be happy?

"The windmill follows the breeze, my sister makes the windmill, my brother does the wind."

Redfish heard the song, smiled, narrowed his eyes, shook his head, and began to sing back.

"It's a sunny day, my brother who has just grown up wants to bolt my sister. Where does the windmill turn with the breeze, the wind is about to stop, why is the car turning? My sister is making cedar pines on the hillside, and the wind has taken off the leaves, so I'm bending over. The breeze is parked and the car doesn't turn, and there is no breeze and the cedar is still a cedar. ”

The song is telling Jian Chen: You are very good, I think you are good, if you take off my clothes, I will bend down. But ah, I'm not going to be a windmill, a windmill that is nothing without the breeze. My freedom was bought with the idea that the wheat fields would not be destroyed, not by anyone; My food was given by me in exchange for twine woven by hand, and not by anyone. I don't do your accessories, you sleep with me, I sleep with you, I just think each other is good, can you accept it?