MTL - Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms-Chapter 210 Some people don't want his face

   Chapter 210 Some people don't want their faces

   West of Yongzhou City, twenty miles away.

  The water of the Dayong River rushes past here, just like the torrent of time, it will never return, and it will never stop.

   In the blink of an eye, several months passed, and Cheng Ling spent the first New Year's Eve in Yongzhou after coming to this different world. After New Year's Eve, it's New Year's Eve.

   Dawei Yuanfeng has been sealed for twenty years, and it seems that it is not plain but also seems plain.

  At the beginning of the Chinese New Year, the yamen was sealed, and Cheng Ling stayed at home to spend the festival with his family. After the New Year's Day, she started busy again.

   The first thing that attracted the most attention to Cheng Ling was, of course, the land on Zhuangzi in the west of the city.

  The village that Cheng Ling bought in Wuhe Village has a total of 1,000 mu of land. She renamed it as Qibi Villa.

  Because it was already late autumn when I bought Zhuangzi, it was not convenient to plant cotton and rice in this season. At that time, Cheng Ling asked the tenants to plant rapeseed in the fields.

   She flipped through her mobile phone and carefully checked some of the information stored in it, and knew that **** straws usually contain a lot of potassium fertilizers.

  After the rapeseed is harvested, the soil can be rich in nutrients by returning the fertilizer to the field, and it is suitable for planting rice or cotton thereafter.

   Of course, in today's state of Wei, **** is not called rape, but Brassica.

   Brassica oil extraction has a history of many years in the local area. However, due to technical limitations, today's oil extraction efficiency is still somewhat low. In Cheng Ling's view, there should be a lot of room for improvement.

   She has been running very diligently in Zhuangzi recently, mainly to work on the oil extraction.

  The rapeseed is about to be harvested, and she hopes to complete the new oil press before the rapeseed is harvested.

   Lin Daru has become a frequent visitor to the Cheng family. Since the last time he became acquainted because of moving the pulley, Lin Daru began to like to run towards Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling is usually busy with official business and has a lot of trivial matters. He can't be bothered too much, but it turns out that he is stubborn. Finally, at the end of the year, as soon as Cheng Ling is on vacation, Lin Daru is like some kind of animal that has loosened the reins. Like Lai at Cheng's house.

   On the 30th day of the new year, he didn't want to leave. Cheng Ling persuaded him to go back to his house to celebrate the New Year, but instead they pretended to be pitiful.

   "I came from the capital. In this huge Yongzhou, there is neither a mansion nor a family. I will go back to my house to celebrate the New Year? Where shall I go?"

   said, he put his hands behind his back and sighed to the sky.

  Looking at that appearance, it is really not lonely and desolate.

  Cheng Ling has nothing to say, a dignified scholar, famous in the Wei Dynasty, and in the end he didn't even have a face, what else can people do?

  When she didn't see it, Lin Daru's servant quietly threw a bunch of posts?

  There, in addition to Mr. Wu's invitation, there are Fuyang Wangfu, Luo Family, Lu Family... and other unknown families.

   Will Great Confucian Lin have nowhere to go? In Manyongzhou City, many people are waiting to pick him up!

Even the letters from Shangjing came one after another. Cheng Ling bumped into them twice. Lin Daru's servant Mochizuki held the letter and begged him to read it. , glanced at it.

   As for whether to reply or not, it depends on the mood of the uncle at that time. Anyway, his mood is like that June day, there is never a certain time.

   Finally, on the night of New Year's Eve, Lin Daru just finished the New Year's Eve dinner with everyone at Cheng's house, and then he reluctantly took people away.

   When he left, his back was lonely, and his tone was wistful: "After all, the other country is not my hometown, the world is so big that there is no place for me to stay, alas."

  Looking at that sigh, Cheng Ling almost felt that he was guilty.

   Now that the Shangyuan Festival has passed, the new oil press has not been fully produced yet, but the cotton spinning machine has made great progress.

  Cheng Ling later learned about the local history of cotton use, and learned that in Yongzhou, this cotton is not completely new.

  The seeds of cotton should have come from overseas at first, but due to the lack of mature textile technology, people's use of cotton is very primitive and crude.

   As Liu Zhu said: This thing can keep warm.

  People directly use cotton as a warm material for filling clothes, other than that, cotton has no other use.

  It is also because of this that the cultivation of cotton has not been promoted on a large scale. Apart from the fact that there are some wild cottons on the mountain, there are not many people who grow cotton in eight villages.

  Cheng Ling later collected almost all the cotton that could be received in Yongzhou, adding up to a total of 5,000 catties.

The number    was actually quite unexpected to Cheng Ling, to be honest, it was much more than she originally thought.

  5,000 catties of cotton were piled up in the warehouse of Cheng's workshop, waiting for the loom to be in place.

   Speaking of cotton spinning machine, we have to mention a great figure who once shined brilliantly in Chinese history: Huang Daopo.

   Huang Daopo's improved cotton spinning machine is also recorded in Cheng Ling's mobile phone.

   It’s a pity that this record is not comprehensive, just like the pictures that come with some historical materials: there are general shapes and explanations, but it is difficult to make things directly with such crude drawings.

  Unfortunately, Cheng Ling couldn't take the shortcut of Zhongnan in this regard, so he could only rely on the directions shown in the picture to keep experimenting and making.

   "Lang Jun is back, come and see, you said the effect of the hand-cranked pedal, do you see it?"

   On this day, when Cheng Ling came back from Zhuangzili in the western suburbs, as soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by Bian Erlang, who was watching outside the door.

  Bian Erlang rubbed his hands with a smile on his face, and took Cheng Ling straight to the next workshop.

  Cheng Ling entered a woodworking room specially opened in the east wing of the workshop, and looked up to see a tall cotton gin.

   There was a man standing behind the cotton gin, shaking a rocker next to the machine excitedly, while stepping on the lower pedal with his feet.

   This person is none other than Lin Daru!

   Lin Daru shook and stepped on it, the lint entered from one end, and the whole white and fat cotton was spit out, while the cotton husks and cotton seeds flew out from the side.

  Fellow, only to hear the sound of cotton shells falling, Lin Daru listened to this sound, but showed a look of intoxication.

   Seeing Cheng Ling coming over, Lin Zheng laughed loudly: "Yuzhi, these parts of yours are precious, your craftsmanship is really good, this cotton gin is really fun to use!"

  Cheng Ling also felt that Bian Bosong's faction was very remarkable. In the case of lack of conditions in all aspects, with her simple guidance, they were able to make this cotton gin through unremitting efforts and improvement.

  Lin was playing with the machine for a while, and he was addicted to it, and then he greeted Cheng Ling: "Come and try, and see if there is any problem?"

   (end of this chapter)