Gu Qingyi hurriedly left like a ghost, and her face was still burning when she left the door.

She is not a pure little girl, and the news in later generations is overwhelming, and everything you should know shouldn't know.

But theory is different from practice.

A top handsome guy like Song Fengyu, who is serious, deep eyes, and stares at you with affectionate eyes, saying that you are as beautiful as before, and she can't stand it even if she is a wooden stake.

The lethality of top-level appearance is too high!

She obviously likes the face of a mixed-race little wolf dog, but suddenly she discovers that the classical implicit beauty of the Greater China is even more heart-wrenching.

Gu Qingyi blushed and her heart beat back to the room for a while before she returned to normal. When she calmed down, she thought, "The emperor's uncle might be polite, what was she excited about here."

Calm, calm.

Gu Qingyi changed her clothes and decided to go out to see Xia Shou. She could throw her beauty into her mind and see the busy working households.

Mianchun served the girl changing clothes and whispered: "The sun is hot. It is not good for you to go out at this time. Why not have an hour to go out again and go out again?"

Gu Qingyi shook her head, "Just put it on with a hat."

A must-have weapon for girls from aristocratic families to go out, with veils falling down around them, which is both beautiful and sun-shading.

Mianchun couldn't persuade him, so he picked up a hat and gently put it on the girl, "I will accompany you."

Gu Qingyi waved his hand, "No, you go to the training ground to watch the grain enter the warehouse. This is a big deal."

The grain storage must be recorded in the booklet, and after the sorting is completed, it must be handed over to Yin Qi to calculate the cost of these grains. This is related to the food for so many people in the fort, and it is not negligible.

The amount of grain output is also related to Xiao Yushu's bonus.

This must be calculated by Gu Qingyi himself. If the bonus is large, planting after summer harvest will be very important.

Mianchun came down and knew it was safe to be in the fort. She watched the girl leave, and hurried to the training ground.

Gu Qingyi went out to the stable to lead the horses. Unexpectedly, when she turned around, she saw the emperor's uncle wearing silver-blue clothes. Her eyes were indeed good. This riding outfit made of silver-blue fabric was worn on the emperor's uncle, which was less hostile and more elegant and noble.

But, what is he doing?

When she met Gu Qingyi's surprised gaze, Song Fengyu sighed quietly, "I heard that you were going to patrol. I thought that I couldn't see the eyes during this period, and finally saw the light again, and I also wanted to go out for a walk."

This is tactful and pitiful. Gu Qingyi has always been strong when facing strong people.

Just like when He Runsheng stepped on her face to the ground, she beat her back without hesitation.

But if the emperor's uncle shows weakness like this, it will be difficult for her to chase people.

"Your eyes have just begun to become clear. Now that you are out, the sun is in full swing, can you do it?" Gu Qingyi was really worried.

"I asked Doctor Fan, and he said it's okay." Song Fengyu smiled.

Gu Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief. The professional said it was okay, then it should really be okay. She seemed to have no reason to refuse. She thought about it and said, "Then let's go."

Song Fengyu looked at Gu Qingyi's expression, not like he was saying polite words. As she turned over and pulled the reins gently, she spoke again: "I heard Mu Bu say that Xia Cheng is going well, how many days will it take to finish it?"

Gu Qingyi sat on the horse's back without speeding up. Hearing this, he said, "It will take two or three days. The fertile fields that were previously collected have been collected. Now the wasteland that has been opened is longer and it will take time to transport them."

There are too few wooden cars. If there are more wooden cars transported, even the human-powered truck will be faster than now.

Gu Qingyi thought about it and said, "Mufang still needs to expand and make more farm cars. When the grain harvest season is collected, the lack of cars will affect the speed. You must also speed up the speed of raising cattle. It is too difficult to buy cattle."

When Song Fengyu heard this, he was worried that when he encountered something, he had to develop and build his own craftsmanship shop. How did he develop such a habit?

I haven't heard of any gentry who built more agricultural vehicles to collect grain, so why did they keep so many households in the town?

Song Fengyu looked at Gu Qingyi and asked, "If you build many farm cars, you can only use them during busy farming, and it is a waste to stay idle on weekdays."

After being idle for a long time, you have to rest when you use it, which is another expense.

"It can be used normally, such as repairing a fort and opening up wasteland. If it is scattered to various counties in the future, repairing city walls to transport supplies during wartime, is there no faster and more convenient than having a farm car?" Gu Qingyi explained seriously. If it was peaceful, it would be really not cost-effective, but these were hard currency during wartime.

Moreover, Gu Qingyi's ideal farm car was not a two-handed unicycle, nor was it a ground platoon car from later generations. Her ideal farm car should be stronger than a car that transports food and grass in war. She could make a farm car on weekdays and a temporary fortress in wartime.

This is a test of technology. She can only think about it at the moment, and find specific talents and draw a big pie for others to study it.

But everything is unknown, and Gu Qingyi doesn't say it.

Song Fengyu keenly noticed that Gu Qingyi had nothing to say, and didn't know what she was worried about. Thinking of this, he looked at Gu Qingyi and said, "What you said makes sense. I'll ask Mubu to find a specific craftsman."

Gu Qingyi was confused. This was the favor he owed to the emperor's uncle again, but when he thought that there would be no itch if there were too many lice, he would not worry about having too many debts. Anyway, the difference between owing one favor and owing one hundred times is not very big.

So he agreed readily.

She does not have this resource for a specific technical talent, but it does not mean that the emperor does not have it.

Seeing Gu Qingyi agree so happily, Song Fengyu's mouth curled slightly.

The two rode out of the fort and saw that the large fertile fields outside the fort had been harvested. Walking along the road in the fields, you could see the working households from afar.

After observing this carefully, the emperor found that what Gu Qingyi said was some truth.

It is indeed a bit far from the far away barren fields to the fort training ground, and it is indeed quite time-consuming to transport it with both hands.

"I never thought of building another granary in the middle?" Song Fengyu asked.

Gu Qingyi shook her head, "I thought about it, but the summer weather is not accurate. If the granaries built are not solid, you may suffer when the wind and rain blow."

There are many storms in summer, so you have to be careful of this.

If the construction is stronger, it will not be done in one or two days. If the temporary granaries are built and people are drawn out, it will be a delay in the summer harvest.

Song Fengyu knew about some farming affairs, but he was not so detailed. When he talked to Gu Qingyi, he realized that many things in farming were given priority.

These are very different from what you read in daily books. As expected, you cannot do it by studying hard, and you must observe everything with your own eyes.

But how did Gu Qingyi know so clearly?

The emperor was also very curious. A noble girl who was raised in a boudoir knew about these things, which was so curious.

In fact, the emperor didn't know that Gu Qingyi had a bolder idea in his mind, that was, to build a movable granary. Unfortunately, the production technology did not meet the standards and there was only ideal that could not be implemented.

Just think about it if Gu Qingyi could build a movable granary and move it when collecting grains, it would be very convenient. Even if he suddenly encounters thunderstorms, he is not afraid of it. In summer, he is most afraid of rain.

However, Mr. Zhuge can create wooden ox and horses, and she may not be all fantasy, but she is just melancholy without the support of technical talents.

Speaking of farming, Gu Qingyi has one set of things. Although she can’t farm, her roommate’s boyfriend was a farmer when she was in college. Sometimes she would accompany her roommate to find her boyfriend, and she would also listen to several farm lessons after a while.

Although I haven't started practicing, the theory is still sufficient.

But she didn't dare to command blindly, and always had to transform it in combination with the specific productivity of this time and space.

The operational space here is so big. Gu Qingyi said wherever she thought, and it was a rare opportunity for the emperor to keep up with her ideas. This was a surprise.

"So you recruited so many refugees this time to farm?" After hearing most of the emperor's uncle summed up his central idea and asked.

Gu Qingyi silently and glanced at the emperor's uncle. It was okay to think this way, but there was a deviation.

"It is naturally good to have more people, but farming cannot rely solely on both hands. To improve speed and efficiency, improve farm tools are the fundamental thing."

Science and technology are the primary productive forces.

Gu Qingyi thought about it and made a simple example, "If a farmer without oxen wants to plow the land, he can only hang a plowshare with a wooden bar, pushing and pulling the soil one by one and one by one. The labor of two young men can barely match the work of a ox in a day. The forts are now mostly man-made to turn over the land and water it, and the oxen is insufficient, so it takes a long time. But if the farm tools can be improved and the oxen can be added, how much time will it be saved?"

With more time, you can do more things and create more value. Her major craftsmen can have more temporary workers to help with their work, and increasing output can increase efficiency.

Improving farm tools is a very necessary thing, not just a necessary thing, but a must in Gu Qingyi's mind.

Whether it is turning over soil, flat ground or sowing farm tools, it is very necessary to create and improve.

Gu Qingyi saw that the farm tools used by the households in the country were all very primitive, and even the plowing ox was only a few, which shows how low the productivity was.

She planned to exchange the money and grain for the pottery sold in the pottery shop this time, and to use some funds to improve the agricultural tools. If it is not possible to improve, she must be able to create production by herself.

Just think about the fields when they are plowing, rake and level the ground, rows of triangular horns behind them, and at the end are donkeys dragging two small stones to crush the soil and buried wheat seeds. The picture is not too beautiful.

She can't do fully mechanized farming, but she can still think of human resources and machinery.

The two of them squatted on the ground, and Gu Qingyi was talking and drawing while holding a small wooden stick. When she was excited, she wiped off the drawings she drew again. No matter how she painted, she didn't look like she remembered, and she couldn't help but sigh.

Brain: I know I know.

Hand: Don't talk nonsense, I don't know.

This is embarrassing.

Song Fengyu just listened casually at the beginning, thinking that his little fiancée was very daring to think and speak, but as he listened, he became serious. As Gu Qingyi kept wiping away the anxiety of drawing on the ground, he took the branches in her hand and drew out the things Gu Qingyi described with his slender fingers.

Gu Qingyi:...

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought Song Fengyu had stolen her brain.

Song Fengyu carefully looked at the things he drew and said, "It looks weird, is it really useful?"

Gu Qingyi said: "This kind of farm tool does not contain plowshares, but installs a horizontal piece of wood in this place. There are two pointed irons side by side. The function of these two pointed irons is to cut the ground and let the seeds in the funnel fall into the cut soil."

Gu Qingyi pointed to the farm tools drawn by Song Fengyu and explained to him in detail, "The funnel in the middle of the two horizontal trees contains seeds, and there are plum blossom eyes at the bottom of the bucket. When the cow drags the farm tools, it will shake the wooden bucket, and the seeds will be sown from the plum blossom eyes. If you want to plant densely and more, drive the cow faster. If you want to be sparse, make the cow walk slowly. A cow walks through the plowing double ditch, which is much faster than a farmer who digs the ditch, sows seeds and burys the soil."

The land where one person and one cow grows is far higher than the workload of three people, and this speed has simply soared.

Song Fengyu's eyes were full of bright colors, and he looked up at Gu Qingyi, "How did you think of these?"

Gu Qingyi was guilty. This was the wisdom of his ancestors. She just used it as a wise man, but she couldn't talk about this at this time. She suppressed her guilt and said, "Don't I like to go out and stroll? I often talked about things in the fields with the people. After hearing them talk too much, I gradually had an idea, but I didn't know if my whimsical thoughts could work."

Song Fengyu suddenly realized that no wonder she liked to wear men's clothes and rode out for this.
To be continued...