Raising the Demon

Chapter 47
"You...you are talking nonsense, when did I ever live like this!" The person called Xiao Si'er trembled, and Zi Baifeng was helpless listening outside. Many people, Bai Feng, don't know their names.

"I'm talking nonsense?" Sigou looked like a villain, snorted, kicked the table, and immediately the food he just finished splashed around, and half of it spilled on the little Sier's body: "Don't I thought I didn’t know that you have spoken ill of Mr. Xiucai before and after, and I said little Si’er, as far as your poor family is like a rotten pot, if Mr. Xiucai hadn’t risked his life to redress the grievances of the officials, your family would Is there any place for this family to survive? They starved to death long ago. None of the food and drink in your family is given by Master Xiucai. While eating what Master Xiucai gave you, you are still scolding Master Xiucai behind your back, little four , you can do it, I didn't see before that you are the person who picks up chopsticks to eat and puts down chopsticks to scold your mother. If I don't learn, won't my four dogs, a ranger, become a dog in the water?"

"Who did you learn this mess from..." Zi Baifeng raised his hand.

But I remembered that Sigou, a tired and lazy man, eats and drinks all day long, idles around, and often goes to the place where he lectures to listen to his own stories when he has nothing to do. He learned it here.

"I'm telling you, little Sier, don't be unconvinced. In my four dogs' life, no one else will accept it, but the scholar. Your sister, if you dare to say bad things about the scholar behind your back, you will have trouble with me." , If you can’t get on with me, then of course I can’t get on with you.” This guy who only makes trouble after eating and drinking, I really don’t know where he got it so bad.

Zi Baifeng noticed that after Sigou finished saying this, the little Si'er didn't dare to say a word, but trembled on the ground, but Zi Baifeng also saw that the ink dot representing Xiao Si'er was miraculously The ground was black, very black, and besides the black spot, there was a thin black circle, as if it was locked.

If you look carefully, the black circle outside is exactly the same gray scale as the four dogs.

Is this the forcible increase in favorability?
No, this is not the degree of favorability, it is the degree of awe and obedience.

As long as they dare not get rid of the threat of the four dogs for a day, they can only be as obedient as the four dogs.

"So it's still possible to play like this?" Zi Baifeng wondered in his heart. In fact, he also understood that although what the tiles presented looked quite like a game interface, it was only because he liked and was used to this kind of game interface the most. .In fact, what really needs attention is that the right time, place and people are in harmony.

Leaving aside the right time and place, harmony is not necessarily a matter of probation, it may be coercion, or it may be a high-pressure policy. In short, it is best to be able to consciously obey.

Porcelain only looks at the result, not the means.

Of course, if you rely entirely on high-pressure policies, it is impossible to keep the people truly at ease, but for one or two unfamiliar white-eyed wolves, it is not a problem at all to use some means.

Not long after, Sigou staggered out of the yard, Zi Baifeng had already hid aside, seeing that the little Sier didn't follow, and didn't see him, he quickly waved his hand and said: "Sigou, Sigou ,come over!"

"Master Xiucai!" Seeing Zi Baifeng, Sigou immediately ran over, bowed his waist and said, "Master Xiucai! Are you always back?"

The taste of dog leg is full.

Zi Baifeng nodded with a smile, took out a pastry from his pocket that he brought from Mengcheng, and planned to eat it secretly as a supper, handed it to Sigou, and said, "Here you eat."

"I'm not a child." Seeing Zi Baifeng turn around and ride away on the donkey, the four dogs rubbed their heads, this talented man in his family is really confusing.

"It's delicious!" After taking a bite, the four dogs were so sweet that they beamed again, not in vain to stand out for Master Xiucai, and Master Xiucai was also thinking of himself.

I rewarded myself for my dog ​​legs, and looked at the bird's-eye view on the tile. Most of the villagers in Xiayan Village were already as dark as ink. I did well in Xiayan Village. The others, um, had four dogs. Go beat them, Zi Baifeng needless to say, although Sigou is a gangster, he is actually smart, especially these days, I don't know if he hangs out with Qingshi and Zi Baifeng more, and is more flexible than before.

And the aura that shrouded Xiayan Village had been torn open, especially around Qingshi, it had been completely dispelled.

This aura is the right time.

If there is anything missing now, Zi Baifeng feels that what is missing is the location.

The geographical advantage here does not refer to the advantage of the terrain - Xiayan Village is at the foot of the mountain, and the transportation is inconvenient, so there is no advantage of the terrain, but it refers to various facilities on the ground.Thinking of the great construction work I had seen back then, I always felt that as a village official, if I didn't build anything, I always felt that I didn't look like a village official.

Since he came to Xiayan Village, Xiayan Village has been struggling with various crisis lines, and the whole village has hardly developed.But now, during this period of time, the number of wild animals on the nearby mountains has gradually increased, and the vegetation has become more luxuriant. The Susukida in the village is no longer so barren, and the several seasonal crops planted by the villagers have gradually produced good harvests. , the villagers no longer worry about eating and drinking, and there are often wild game and delicacies on the dinner table. Now they are barely out of the hunger line.

Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about Little Stone. His big head is still the same, and his neck is also thin, but his body finally has two taels of flesh, and it is not so dark. Although it is still as dirty as a mud monkey, It's not serious to go up and down the mountain all day.

And when the grain harvest is finished, Zi Baifeng can finally shout: "Damn it, I want fine white flour!"

These days, he eats brown rice and rough noodles every day. Although he can't swallow it, he is tired of eating steamed buns and pancakes that drop scum in his mouth.

In the past, I always comforted myself, saying that porridge made with rough noodles is not bad, and eating to clear the stomach is good for the body, but these days, I finally can't lie to myself.

Sure enough, she can deceive a man's heart, but not his stomach!

When Zi Baifeng came home, there was a muffled sound of bangs and bangs in the yard. His father was pounding noodles, and Little Stone was squatting aside, holding a small broom in his hand. After a few poundings by his father, Little Stone smashed the wheat inside. The grains of flour were smoothed out, and the two puppies were turning around at his feet. The father shrank away in fright when he started pounding, and when he stopped pounding, he turned around again and watched curiously.

This work is actually very hard work, the pestle weighs more than 20 catties and [-] catties, and it takes less than half a morning to pound noodles for a family of four to eat for a few days.Sometimes my father went to the mountains with the villagers during the day, and when he came back at night, he had to pound noodles shirtless until midnight, which made Zi Baifeng feel distressed.But Zijian was unwilling to let Zibaifeng do these jobs—in fact, Zibaifeng really couldn't do it. He tried it once, and couldn't even pick up a pen for several days.

These days are getting better, Sigou and Zhuzi come back to help occasionally, but Zijian is thin-skinned and unwilling to let others help, so he still works by himself.If you don’t want to make noodles, you have to go to grind them. There is a small stone mill in the village, but the efficiency of manpower stone mills is also very low, and there are often people waiting in line, so Zi’s family still eats noodles by themselves. .

Zi Baifeng once planned to use the formula of raising demons to get his own stone mortar for pounding noodles, but he had too many things to do, and he only had enough energy, so he couldn't keep up.

Seeing his father working hard there, Zi Baifeng's thoughts became clear in an instant, and he said, "Father, I'm going to build a mill, a hydraulic mill."

"Water mill?" Zijian was stunned for a moment, then asked, "How to build it? Where to build it?"

In fact, before Zi Baifeng proposed some whimsical idea, his first reaction was to oppose it, but now that his son's prestige is getting higher and higher, Zijian doesn't raise much objections.

"I've already made a plan." Zi Baifeng entered his room and took out a map, which he drew according to the one hanging in his study.

The creek that flows by the side of Qingshi meets several creeks on the road, and when it reaches Xiayan Village, it is already a small river, and the creek goes one mile further down, and it joins several other small rivers. In the birthplace of the Meng River, although the water flow is not strong, it is very fast, and there is water all year round. Zi Baifeng made a painting at a place more than [-] meters below the confluence of the small river, but at that time, Yan Laowu did not agree to this. plan.

Now his son Bai Feng brought up the old matter again, and he decided to convince the villagers no matter what.

"This position should be fine, but we don't know how to build a water mill." The old man said, "We have to go to the city to ask someone to do it."

"It's so troublesome." Zi Baifeng took out another blueprint, "Look, Dad, I roughly drew it, is this easy to do?"

Zi Baifeng is just talking on paper. If you talk about masonry and carpentry, Zi Jian is a great talent. Although Zi Baifeng's design and drawing are not very professional, but Zi Jian has rich experience. He took it over and looked at it, saying: "This... shouldn't be difficult to do..."

Yes, it is not difficult to do!

A water mill is nothing more than a waterwheel, a transmission rod, two upper and lower millstones, and the three are connected together.

The reason for this is not difficult. Zibaifeng's design may be a bit taken for granted, and it may have these or other disadvantages, but it is absolutely no problem to use it. If there are any problems, just improve it.

The biggest project here is to find a mason to chisel out two large millstones, and then transport them to the designated place.

"I'll go to the old man to discuss it..." Zi Baifeng got Zi Jian's approval, and he was overjoyed. Finally, he could do something real to benefit the villagers. He had waited too long.

(End of this chapter)