The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

Mo Rao looked at the bundles of rice and thought about the scene she had seen.

The tools used in this era were very primitive.

A millstone or a mallet.

The rice seedlings are spread flat on the ground. The stone wheel is pulled back and forth over the rice seedlings to thresh the rice.

Not only is it time-consuming and laborious, but everyone has it.

In a village, only one or two households have a stone mill. Take Mojia Village for example: one is owned by the village chief, and the other is owned by Mr. Mo.

The stone mill in the village chief's house is used by the entire village and is considered common property.

The threshing ground is where whoever gets there first gets to use it first, and so on. The villagers all want to finish their work early, so they all line up early.

Looking at the rice in the yard, if all of it were threshed, it would take ten days or half a month just to wait for the threshing workers to run out. As for that cheap grandpa, forget it.

If they waited that long, the weather would change too much, and their family couldn't afford to wait.

I don't know what these ancient people were thinking. Why didn't anyone use their brains?

Now that she is here, she has to use her brain to change the status quo.

The next day, Mo Rao didn't go to work as usual. Old Mrs. Mo knew the lines at the threshing ground were too long, so she had to bring the women with her. She did as much as she could. She used a mallet to beat the rice to thresh it.

With harvesting tools, the father and son harvested rice in the fields at a fairly fast speed.

Father and son were harvesting in front, while the Zhang siblings followed behind, bundling the rice. The little ones worked with remarkable skill, not behaving like mere children.

Old Lady Mo and the others were at home drying and threshing the rice. Everything was going on in perfect order.

Mo Rao went to the blacksmith shop.

Master, please help me take a look at these items and help me open them.

The blacksmith took the blueprint from Mo Rao's hand and looked at it carefully.

4mm thick wire is the easiest to make.

The next things were some large and small iron rings, balls, disc gears, and double gears, which he could still make.

The one below was a chain of interlocking links. Although the blueprint clearly marked every detail and size, the process was too complicated for him to handle such delicate work.

The blacksmith scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Girl, I can make the first few of your designs. But the designs and craftsmanship on the drawings at the back are more complicated. I'm afraid I can't make them here."

When Mo Rao heard that the craftsman couldn't make it, she was immediately puzzled. Master, can't you make it for me even if I pay more?

Girl, it’s not that we don’t want to take this job, but we don’t have the skills.

"Master, do you know where there is a master who can do this kind of complicated craft?" Mo Rao asked.

Well, if you really want to make these things, I know a place that should be able to do it.

Mo Rao's eyes lit up instantly after hearing this. Really? Where is this person?

The blacksmith said: This man was a royal craftsman 20 years ago, but was driven out because he offended a noble.

Mo Rao perked up when she heard this. Royal craftsmen, well, royal craftsmen are great! One can't become a royal craftsman without real skills. If this person can't make these parts, then she's really done.

Where is this master now? Is he in our town? Mo Rao asked anxiously.

The craftsman's surname is Yang, everyone calls him Master Yang, and he is not from our town.

He was from Yangjia Village, and I heard he owned a blacksmith shop on a corner street in Fucheng. I hadn't been to Fucheng in years, so I didn't know if he was still there.

Thank you for telling me, Master. After saying that, Mo Rao hurried to the intersection.

It's not good to be without communication equipment in this era. If there is anything, you have to go back home first.

It would be a huge waste of time to leave after returning home. But what else could I do? I couldn't just leave without saying anything. My family would be so worried.

Fortunately, Mo Rao saw Uncle Mo and asked him to take a message home.

Afterwards, Mo Rao hired a carriage directly in the town.

The carriage took the official road and headed towards the provincial capital.

Arriving in the city, Mo Rao began to inquire about Master Yang's blacksmith shop. After several inquiries, she finally found the correct location.

It was indeed at the street corner. But there were several street corners in the city. If she didn't have someone to show her the way, she would have to search for a whole day. After all, the city was not much bigger than the town.

We arrived at the blacksmith shop. It wasn't very big. I didn't see any fancy items inside, just some kitchen knives, iron pots, and the like. Pretty common stuff.

Mo Rao stepped forward and asked: Is Master Yang here?

The middle-aged man saw that it was a young girl looking for him, so he asked: "Miss, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Mo Rao saw that the man who came was a man about 40 years old. He had dark skin and strong muscles. It was obvious that he was the result of years of hard work. When she was sure that this man was the Master Yang she was looking for.

Mo Rao got straight to the point and said, "Hello, Master Yang. I'd like to ask you to make a few things. Could you possibly make something like the one on this drawing?"

The middle-aged man took the blueprint and looked at it. It was incredible. The objects on the blueprint were incredibly well-drawn. The dimensions of each part were clearly written. Such precision was not something an ordinary person could draw.

Master Yang asked curiously: "Miss, what is the use of making these things? And this painting, you painted it yourself."

Mo Rao saw Master Yang's reaction and knew that this man should be able to make it. He was once a royal craftsman, so he must be well-informed.

So Mo Rao said without hiding it: "I want to make a thresher. We have a lot of land at home. If I rely on my hands to work all the land, I will probably be exhausted to death."

So I thought about making some objects so that my family can save some effort.

I drew this picture myself. If there is any step you don't understand, I can explain it to you in detail.

That's not necessary, your painting is very detailed.

Yes, we can make them. These are things like yours. They're very finely crafted. They're quite labor-intensive. They're not cheap.

How much silver? Mo Rao asked.

At least fifteen taels of silver. No bargaining.

After Master Yang finished quoting the price, he couldn't help but gasp. It's really not cheap. It's already 15 taels. Why is it so expensive?

Master, how many days can you make two sets of this? I need this urgently. It's the autumn harvest season at home, so I need this right now.

Master Yang thought for a moment and said, "The fastest time is five days."

It's still taking too long. I can pay more. Master Yang, can you expedite it for me?

How about this, girl? Add another five taels of silver. I'll have the shop's craftsmen work on it for you over the next two nights. Come back in two days to pick it up.

Mo Rao could still accept adding 5 taels.

I'll trouble you, Master. Remember to make the surface smooth.

"Okay, but I have a request. I wonder if you can agree to it," said Master Yang.

You say.

"I'm quite interested in your thresher. If it's possible, please make it and let me see it," Master Yang said with bright eyes.

Oh, about that! Okay. No problem.

Master Yang became even more interested when he heard Mo Rao's words.

This was a ten-liang deposit. Master Yang took the money and went straight into the ironworks.

While it was still early, Mo Rao went to the wood shop again.

Mo Rao took out the blueprint she had drawn in advance and handed it to the shop owner. "Master, the object on this blueprint can be made."

The shop owner is also the carpenter here.

The carpenter looked at the object on the drawing. Although it was complicated, it couldn't be done. At most, it would take some time.

"It can be done, but the price is a bit high. Are you sure you want to do it?" said the carpenter.

How much? Mo Rao asked.

Two taels and five cents, said the shopkeeper.

Mo Rao thought, two taels of silver is enough for a poor family to spend for a year. It's really expensive! It's okay if the parts are expensive. After all, it's ironware. At this time, ironware itself is expensive.

Is it so expensive? My wood is just ordinary wood. Can't it be cheaper?

It's not that I can't give you a discount, girl. It's mainly because your work is complicated. We craftsmen have never seen these things before, so it's definitely not easy to make them. This price can't be lowered any further.

The price can be high, but the product must be made for me within two days. Otherwise, I will have to find someone else to do it. Mo Rao said.

This…

The carpenter was in a dilemma.

If this had to be completed within two days, these masters would have had to work tirelessly.

But if he didn't agree, he didn't want to lose the business, so the carpenter gritted his teeth and agreed to deliver the goods in two days.

Mo Rao paid a deposit of five cents of silver, the carpenter wrote a receipt, and Mo Rao left the wood shop.

Before leaving, Mo Rao bought three roast ducks and some snacks, then hurried to the city gate.

It was an honor for Mo Rao to catch the last carriage.