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Chapter 68
The carriage stopped at the door of the craftsman's workshop, and before Xiao Zhige reached out to help him, an Changqing got out of the carriage himself. Xiao Zhige looked at the back of his fast walk, shook his head a little helplessly, and could only follow him in.
The craftsman's workshop was built next to the weapons. In front is the concierge and the front hall, the middle is where the craftsmen live, and the innermost backyard is where the craftsmen work. The first version of the bobbin car is placed in the backyard.
An Changqing went in with the main matter and saw a fast-height bobbin quietly placed in the courtyard, with a round runner connected to a water canister and a sink at the bottom. It's almost the same as what he saw in his last life.
"have you ever tried to go into the water?" An Changqing asked.
The director respectfully said, "it's not in the water yet." I made a smaller one before, and I tried to get in the water, but we took too little water, so we changed it to a big one. "
An Changqing looked up and thought that when she saw a wheelbarrow in her last life, an ordinary rickshaw alone could irrigate two mu of land. If it could be developed in advance.
"when can I be launched?"
"I'm going to go into the water today." The steward said, "so the princess is specially invited to come and see if there is anything that needs to be improved."
An Changqing was very satisfied with the speed of the craftsman's workshop and nodded and said, "go ahead. If it works, there will be a great reward."
When the director heard this, his expression became even more exhilarating. Hurriedly called someone else to transport the cart.
Craftsmen make a living by craftsmanship and earn hard money. Nowadays, the princess not only gives high monthly money, but also is polite to the craftsmen. More importantly, he can often put forward a lot of new ideas, so the craftsmen in the craftsman's workshop respect him very much.
The craftsmen simply dismantled the cart, then transported it in an ox cart to the pre-explored river, and then reassembled the cart and put it into the current. The current was fast, but in a moment it drove the cart to turn slowly, and the water-drawing canister on top of the cart was filled with water and turned to a higher place, in which the river was poured into the flume and sent endlessly toward the ditch.
An Changqing exhaled a deep breath, with an unprecedented look in her eyes: "it's really done!"
Xiao Zhige originally did not approve of him running around with the craftsmen, but he was deeply touched when he saw the cart start running and transporting water with his own eyes. No one knows better than him what this wheelbarrow means to the people of Yanzhou and even to the people of Dazhou.
In the future, only a wide range of channels and ditches need to be dug, and then water will be irrigated by wheelbarrows, which used to cost countless manpower to irrigate, thus saving a lot of effort. If there is adequate irrigation, the crops will grow well, and the crop yield will increase. On the other hand, people no longer have to run around for irrigation and can free up their hands to do other things.
Perhaps in a few years, the land of Yanzhou will no longer be so barren and poor.
Xiao Zhige's eyes were slightly hot, and he looked down at the person on his side: "the successful development of the barrel car is of great benefit to the people of Yanzhou." The craftsmen have a reward. What do you want? "
"me?" An Changqing tilted her head and smiled slyly. "I want your Majesty not to detain me in the future."
These days Xiao Zhige saw that he was afraid of falling when he took a big step, as if he were still a toddler, which was really too much for an Changqing to bear.
"." Xiao Zhige silently, in the end or compromise: "I do not hold you, you should be more careful, although you can not see it for the time being, but in the end is not the same as before."
An Changqing bent her eyes and smiled, took the initiative to hold his hand and shook: "I am measured." But how long has it been since you got a good night's sleep? " As he spoke, he poked his finger at the black and blue spot under Xiao Zhige's eyes.
Xiao Zhige has always been energetic, and he never sleeps during the war and does not see that he is tired. However, since it was confirmed that an Changqing was pregnant, he has not had a good night's sleep. Often unable to sleep in the middle of the night, he stared at an Changqing without blinking, looking both happy and sad. When he got up during the day, he pretended to be nothing and looked after him carefully. Even a lot of military affairs in the army, he took them back to his house to deal with them, just to spend more time with him.
An Changqing saw it in his eyes, but he didn't know how to persuade him.
He can probably guess a man's mind, but there is no better way to reassure him. He can only make himself look healthier, so at least he won't worry so much.
At this time, an Changqing found a reason through a joke and muttered: "if you look at you like this, you don't know that there is a spirit-sucking leprechaun hidden in the house."
Xiao Zhige laughed, understood what he meant, and nodded solemnly: "there is indeed a leprechaun in the house." It's just that I haven't sucked his spirit for a long time.
When he meant something, an Changqing naturally recognized it, glared at him and hummed, "I'm going to see the cart, but I didn't tell you."
With that, he shook off his hand and went to the side of the cart and looked at it without mistaken eyes.
Xiao Zhige, who was thrown off his hand, smiled deeper in his eyes and followed, protecting him by his side. The road by the river was slippery so that he wouldn't stand firm and fall.
It was only after five days of trial that the news was officially announced to the people.
The rickshaw was made by the government and the craftsmen, but the people had to dig the ditches in the fields. In order to let you see the effect of the trolley, the first trolley has been put into use.
When the people saw the effect, they were amazed, but their original complaints about digging channels and ditches gradually dissipated, but they became more and more active one by one. They are all farmers ploughing in the fields, and no one can fail to know how important it is to divert water to irrigation. Now that the government builds carts for them, they only need to make an effort, which is a great good thing.
So this summer, the people of Yanzhou, after their busy farming, began to dig ditches vigorously.
By August, more than half of the outer city of Yanzhou had been built, and thousands of mu of wasteland had been reclaimed. The ditches crisscross, and tall carts are mounted on the widened and drained river. With the constant rotation of the current, the transported water flows into the reclaimed fields along the vertical and horizontal ditches.
Although it is still under improvement everywhere, we can already see the prosperity of Yanzhou in the future.
In early August, several carriages, escorted by guards, slowly entered the city of Yanzhou and drove in the direction of the army mansion.
An Changqing had already received the news and looked up at the door. When he saw the coming carriage, he could not help trotting for two steps. Yu just opened the curtain and looked out. Mother and son looked at each other, and an Changqing gave a trembling cry of "mother."
As soon as we bid farewell to Beijing, mother and son haven't seen each other for half a year.
Yu responded, and without waiting for anyone to move to the horse bench, he lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage. He walked quickly to an Changqing and looked at him right. Seeing that his face was ruddy and rosy, he laughed and affectionately touched his face: "he is a little fatter and taller than when he left Beijing."
An Hyun-Yu got out of the car more slowly, and when she came over to see him, she smiled narrowly: "my mother was always worried about your bad life in Yanzhou, so I said she was worrying blindly."
Yu glanced at her, but could not express his worries, so he could only test and say, "what's the problem with the letter you sent back last time?"
Seeing her sad face, an Changqing knew that she must know something, but now was not the right time. Then welcome people in first.
Because it had been announced earlier that they were going to stay in Yanzhou for a while, mother and daughter brought all the luggage they could bring, but several carriages were full. The servant girls brought quickly followed the servants of the general's office to move their luggage into the yard for placement, while an Changqing and Xiao Zhige accompanied them to the antechamber for dinner.
When you make a long journey, you always have to take care of the wind and dust first. After the meal, Xiao Zhige proposed to go to the study when he saw that the worry between Yu's eyebrows was thicker and thicker.
Knowing that something must have happened to an Changqing, Yu sighed and went with them. An Hanyu knew nothing about it. Originally, Yu didn't want to ask her to go with her. On the contrary, Xiao Zhigodao "is all a family, and sooner or later we have to know." it was only then that the four of them went into the study together.
Although an Hanyu did not know what had happened, seeing that all three of them looked dignified, she understood that something must have happened, reined in her expression and sat aside to listen to them.
Xiao Zhige asked the guards to guard outside the study and closed the doors and windows. Just sat down at the side of an Changqing.
The atmosphere was a little calm for a moment, but Yu said first, "but what's wrong with you?"
An Changqing's eyelashes trembled slightly: "is my mother still hiding something from me?"
Yu was silent and nodded for a long time. "I wanted to take it to the coffin, but no one said anything about it."
But the letter sent back by an Changqing last month suddenly mentioned the mackerel people and red stripes, which made her have to think more about it. She seemed to think about the wording, and then slowly said, "are you covered with scales and red stripes?"
"scales?" An Changqing suddenly grasped the main point, opened her eyes wide and looked a little confused: "what scales?" I only have fish-scale red lines behind my ears. "
He turned his head sideways and pulled his long hair to one side, revealing a red streak of fish scales.
Yu's eyes trembled and his fingers fell on the red stripes: "this is it." How can it grow again. " Then he hurried to look at an Changqing's face and neck. Seeing that there was nothing else, I was slightly relieved.
"do you know what the red lines are all about?" Xiao Zhige asked quietly.
"I don't know." Unexpectedly, Yu shook his head slowly and said, "but I grew up once when I was four years old." It was much more serious than this time, with large red lines on the face, neck and chest, and mottled scales on the legs. "
An Changqing looked surprised. He never knew that he had grown such a thing when he was a child.
Seeing that he was surprised, Yu smiled bitterly: "at that time, you were young and had a high fever. I don't think you remember." Haven't you always wondered why your father suddenly rejected our mother and son? That's why. "
With her eyes down, she could no longer see the sadness, but calmly told a story of the past.
An Changqing was only four years old at that time, and an Xianyu had just turned one year old. Yu and an Zhike are still Qin Xue and Ming. Although they are only a concubine room, she does not want more, but only wants to keep her son and daughter to live a good life. But such a simple wish fell apart when an Changqing was four years old. That year an Changqing suddenly fell into a coma and had a high fever. Yu invited a doctor to see him. An Zhike was worried that his young son would accompany him, but as soon as the curtain was opened, he saw a strange red pattern all over his face. The doctor was startled and said it was a monster.
An Zhike finally stabilized the doctor and strictly ordered him not to speak out. Yu examined his son and found that not only did he have red lines on his body, but his legs were also covered with tiny scales. She was afraid. Subconsciously seeking her husband's help, an Zhike seemed to be a different person, with a cold eyebrow to take an Changqing out to be put to death.
Although he didn't say it, he obviously agreed with the doctor and felt that an Changqing was evil. At that time, he was about to be promoted to prime minister, and he would never allow evil in his family to ruin his reputation and his good deeds.
The beloved young son is not as important as his future.
In the end, it was Yu who forced him to die to protect an Changqing. An Zhike hated their mother and son because of this, or he was really afraid that an Changqing was a monster, so he moved the mother and son to the most remote courtyard, and was no longer allowed to hire a doctor, let alone step out of the gate of Anfu. I never went to see it again.
"at that time, there was no doctor, so I could only bring you clean water over and over again and hard pour down the rice soup." Fortunately, the emperor lived up to his heart, and an Changqing's high fever gradually subsided. After another half a year, the red lines on the face gradually faded and the scales on the legs fell off by themselves.
Yu dared not say anything about it, except for the doctor and An Zhike, no one knew that an Changqing had had such a strange illness. It's just that although an Changqing recovered from her illness, An Zhike also lost patience with their mother and son. Yu is not a person who likes to compete, and he was hurt by An Zhi who did not hesitate to change his face and hurt his heart, so he simply took his children to a corner.
Later, a pair of children grew up slowly, and if she didn't recall it deliberately, she would almost forget that an Changqing had such a strange illness when she was a child. It was not until an Changqing married Xiao Zhige that she remembered it again and worried that the strange disease would relapse after marriage.
However, what should have come could not be avoided. Yu looked at his silent son and said reluctantly, "it's a good thing there's only a small piece, and you can't see it if your hair is covered."
As he said this, he looked at Xiao Zhige and said gently, "thanks to Prince, he doesn't mind."
Since she received the letter from home, she has been worried about the recurrence of an Changqing's strange illness and was given the cold shoulder in Yanzhou. But the first time she saw her son, she knew that a coward like an Zhike could not compare with the breadth of mind of the king of the Northern War.
The love in his eyes could not be fake. Xiao Zhige not only did not mind an Changqing's strange illness, but also did not regard him as a monster, but carefully protected him.
The author has something to say: pussy: today I successfully brushed to the good feeling of my mother-in-law (I'm so good.