Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

To the west of Yongzhou City, twenty miles away.

The water of the Dayong River rushes past here, just like the flow of time, it never returns and never stops.

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

The 20th year of Yuanfeng in the Great Wei Dynasty arrived in such a seemingly uneventful and ordinary way.

At the beginning of the new year, the Yamen was sealed, and Cheng Ling stayed at home to spend the holiday with his family. After the Lantern Festival, she started to be busy again.

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

The village that Cheng Ling bought in Wuhe Village totaled one thousand acres of land, and she renamed it Qibi Villa.

Because it was already late autumn when Zhuangzi was purchased, and it was not convenient to plant cotton or rice during this season, Cheng Ling asked the tenants to plant rapeseed in the fields.

She checked her phone and carefully checked some information stored in it. She knew that rapeseed straw usually contains a large amount of potassium fertilizer.

After harvesting the rapeseed, returning it to the field for retting will make the soil rich in nutrients, making it suitable for planting rice or cotton.

Of course, in today's Wei State, rapeseed is not called rapeseed, but called Yuncao.

The extraction of oil from Brassica oleifera has a long history 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 around Zhuangzi very frequently recently, mainly because she is busy with the oil extraction business.

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

Lin Daru has become a frequent visitor to the Cheng family. Ever since the last time they got to know each other because of the pulley, Lin Daru began to like running to Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling was usually busy with official duties and had many trivial matters, so it was hard for him to disturb him too often. As a result, he probably suppressed it. Finally, at the end of the year, when Cheng Ling went on vacation, Lin Daru acted like some kind of animal that had taken off its reins, and started to have fun. Ban Lai is now in the Cheng family.

He didn't even want to leave on New Year's Eve, so Cheng Ling persuaded him to go back to his house to celebrate the New Year, but instead he pretended to be pitiful.

"I came from the capital. In this huge Yongzhou, I have neither a mansion nor a family. I want to go back to my own house to celebrate the New Year? Where should I go?"

As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back and looked up to the sky with a sigh.

Looking at that look, he felt really lonely and desolate.

Cheng Ling had nothing to say. He was a great scholar and well-known in the Wei Dynasty. But in the end, he even lost his face. What else could he do?

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

There, in addition to Mr. Wu's invitation, there were also people from the Fuyang Prince's Palace, the Luo Family, the Lu Family... and countless other families.

Will Lin Daru have nowhere to go? Yongzhou City was full of people waiting to pick him up!

Even the letters from Shangjing came one after another. Cheng Ling bumped into them twice. Lin Daru's servant looked at the moon and begged him to read the letter. Every time he asked for it until he cried, Lin Daru would take the letter away in disgust. , such a glance.

As for whether to reply to the letter, it depends on the uncle's mood at the time. Anyway, his mood is like that day in June, 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 reluctantly left with everyone.

When he left, his back was lonely, and his tone was sad: "This foreign country is not my hometown after all. The world is so big that there is no place for me, Lin Zheng, alas."

Looking at that sigh, Cheng Ling almost felt that he had done a terrible sin.

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

Cheng Ling later carefully learned about the history of local cotton use and learned that cotton was not a completely new thing in Yongzhou.

The seeds of cotton should have originally come from overseas. However, due to the lack of mature textile technology, people's use of cotton was very primitive and crude.

As Liu Zhu said: This thing can keep warm.

People directly regard cotton as a warm material for filling clothes. In addition, cotton has no other uses.

It is also because of this that cotton cultivation has not been promoted on a large scale. Except for some wild cotton that started growing in the mountains at some unknown time, there are not many people growing cotton from all over the country.

Cheng Ling later collected almost all the cotton that could be received in Yongzhou, adding up to a total of five thousand kilograms.

This amount, to be honest, was quite beyond Cheng Ling's expectation. It was much more than she originally thought.

Five thousand kilograms of cotton are piled in the warehouse of Cheng's workshop, waiting for the loom to be ready.

Speaking of cotton spinning machines, we have to mention a great figure who once shone brightly in Chinese history: Huang Daopo.

The cotton spinning machine improved by Huang Daopo also has a graphic record on Cheng Ling's mobile phone.

It's a pity that this record is not comprehensive, just like the accompanying pictures in some historical materials: the general shape and explanation are available, but it is difficult to directly make something with such crude drawings.

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

"Mr. Lang is back. Come and take a look. Do you think the hand-cranking and foot-pedaling effect you mentioned is like this?"

On this day, Cheng Ling came back from Zhuangzi 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 led Cheng Ling straight to the workshop next door.

Cheng Ling entered a specially carved out carpentry room in the east wing of the workshop, and when he looked up, he saw a tall cotton gin.

There was a man standing behind the cotton gin, excitedly shaking a rocker next to the machine and stepping on the pedal below.

This person is none other than Lin Daru!

Lin Daru shook and stepped, and the lint entered from one end. When he reached the other side, the whole white and fat cotton was spat out, while the cotton husks and cotton seeds flew out from the side.

Peeling and peeling, one could hear the sound of falling cotton husks. Lin Daru looked intoxicated when he heard the sound.

Seeing Cheng Ling coming over, Lin Zheng laughed loudly: "Foolishly, these steps of yours are treasures. Your craftsmanship is really amazing. This cotton gin is really fun to use!"

Cheng Ling also felt that Bian Bosong's group was amazing. Even though all conditions were lacking, with her simple guidance, they were able to finally build the cotton gin through unremitting efforts and improvements.

Lin Zheng played with the machine for a while, and when he was satisfied, he called Cheng Ling: "Come and try it and see if there are any problems?"