Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

"Get up, get up!"

"Move to the middle of the pan."

"Be careful to lower it slowly, and don't press down on the tip of the rotating shaft!"

Chen Qing was nervously sticking to the edge of the grinding pan, shouting dryly.

"Turn around."

"Okay, put it down gently."

"Stop when you feel resistance."

The six civilian husbands had violent veins, their back molars were clenched, but they dared not relax.

If they smashed the first emperor's treasure, they would all die.

"Okay, put it in."

"I'll call one, two, three, and you let go at the same time."

"Get ready, one! Two! Three!"

boom!

The grinding plate shook slightly, and Chen Qing stared at the stone mill intently.

It seems that there is no sound of metal snapping, which means that the card slot and the tip fit perfectly.

"call……"

Fortunately, fortunately.

Although this big guy doesn't need high precision, it was a bit beyond his expectations to be able to go so smoothly.

Chen Qing didn't realize one thing.

No matter who it is, as long as they don't do well, they will lose their heads. No one would dare to take their own lives as a joke.

"Boss, the waterwheel seems to be installed."

Li Yi pointed to the waterwheel that had been erected high.

Carpenters are doing the final reinforcement work.

It is five feet high, half of which is under the stone platform, and the rest is still magnificent.

"Where's the funnel?"

"Hang the funnel on the stand and prepare for trial grinding."

Chen Yang wiped off his sweat, and suddenly found that the official road outside the city was crowded with dark crowds.

The common people in the city, the passing convoys, soldiers not on duty, men, women, old and children blocked the spacious avenues.

"Heh, today I'll let you watch a big show."

Chen Qing grinned, revealing his white teeth.

There was so much commotion just now, and this place is so close to the city gate, it attracted thousands of people to watch nearby.

"My lord, the waterwheel has been assembled, please check it."

The carpenter and plumber came together.

Although the mill didn't even have a good wall and looked worse than a refugee camp, the main equipment has been installed.

Apparently, it's already working.

Chen Qing walked to the side of the stone platform and looked at the huge towering waterwheel.

God bless, let me reverse the ending of Daqin!

"Open the gate and release the water!"

"Open the gate—"

Two strong watermen turned the capstan, and the heavy wooden gate was slowly raised.

wow wow wow-

The water of the Weihe River flows down into the preset ditch.

The people nearby were all afraid to vent their anger, staring fixedly at the white wave, watching it hit the waterwheel indomitably.

Chapter 21 The Old Qin People Who Don’t Eat Roujiamo Are Not Authentic

"squeak--"

The ear-piercing sound made by the wooden force almost made Chen Qing's heart jump out of fright.

The craftsmen and peasants around him were not as good as him. Their bodies, which were already extremely tense, shivered suddenly, and then their eyes suddenly showed shock and ecstasy.

"Sended!"

"The water wheel is turning!"

"Turn around!"

I don't know who spoke first, but thunderous cheers erupted instantly, making Chen Qing's eardrums hum.

The carpenters and masons who hadn't closed their eyes for several days wept with joy, embraced each other and celebrated their new life with frenzied shouts.

People watching the excitement on the pipeline rushed over like a tide, and the iron eagle swordsman who was in charge of maintaining order turned pale with fright and hurriedly stopped in front.

Seeing this, the common people walked around the upstream and downstream of the mill one after another, pointing their heads at the slowly turning water wheel.

Even Zhao Chong, who has always been stern, couldn't help being moved.

"It actually turns around."

Although I have witnessed the rotation of the waterwheel model with my own eyes, the size of it is very different from the real thing.

How big is the water wheel of the model?

At most two or two.

The real thing is ten feet high and weighs a thousand catties, and it would be very difficult for twenty people to lift it up.

Zhao Chong's eyes swept across the magnificent waterwheel and the red cedar shaft in the middle that was more than ten meters long, and he was deeply shocked by the mighty power of nature.

"stop looking."

"It's not a success if the water wheel can turn, it needs the stone mill to turn."

Chen Qing patted him on the shoulder suddenly, which startled Zhao Chong.

At the end of the rotating shaft, the peasants had already dispersed in a large circle, staring at the stone mill that turned spontaneously in panic.

There was a creaking sound at first, and then it went smoother and smoother.

They carried the stone mill up with their own hands, so of course they know how heavy this big guy is!

But now, without manpower and the pulling of mules and horses, it actually started to turn by itself!

The timid man fell to the ground, murmuring the blessings of gods and ancestors.

Some people knelt directly towards the stone mill, chanting words in their mouths, as if worshiping ghosts and gods in awe.

"Step aside!"

"Kneel for what? You put it up by yourself, and you're still afraid of it?"

Chen Qing couldn't help shaking his head.

"The stone mill really turned."

Although Zhao Chong was mentally prepared, he was still incredulous when he really saw it spinning rapidly round and round on the grinding plate.

"Where's the carpenter?"

"Bring me the ladder."

Because the mill was not yet finished, the floor had not yet been laid.

The funnel hangs more than two meters high, and for the time being, it can only be loaded by climbing up a ladder.

"Boss, I'll support you."

Li Yi came forward to show his courtesy.

"No, you go and carry a sack of wheat and pour it into the funnel."

Chen Qing pointed to the carriage not far away.

Before the emergence of water mills, flour was an absolute high-end ingredient because of the time-consuming and labor-intensive processing.

Ordinary people usually put wheat grains in pots and steam or boil them directly, which is called wheat rice.

When Chen Qing just crossed over, he ate that stuff for half a year, and his throat was almost worn out.

"Eh."

Li Yi showed a look of embarrassment, and ran to carry the wheat back.

"Boss...you must hold on tighter."

He showed a timid look on his face, and he dared not lift his feet up the ladder.

The stone mill turns so fast, if one accidentally falls, the lightest is a bloody head.

"Look at your potential, I'll come!"

Chen Qing snatched the sack from his shoulder.

"Boss, be careful."

Li Yi quickly supported the ladder, exhorting nervously.

Chen Qing tore off the hemp rope that sealed the bag in twos and twos, tried to maintain his body balance, and then turned the mouth of the bag downwards.

wow——

The wheat grains hit the wooden funnel like quicksand, and then poured down the slope.

Through a short sheepskin pipe, it flows into the round hole in the middle of the stone mill.

At least a few hundred people stared wide-eyed and leaned forward to stare at the mill, looking ridiculous.

The noise of the stone mill seems to have become a little quieter.

That's because the grains of wheat have entered the bottom of the stone mill, reducing the friction between it and the grinding plate.

"Out!"

"I see wheat flour!"

"Did it really come out?"

Crowds of people crowded around the mill, scrambling to be the first to stare at the freshly baked flour.

The fine white powder is pushed out along the dark groove carved under the stone mill during repeated rotations.

"Let me have a look."

Chen Qing managed to push through the crowd, and there was already a thin circle of white noodles around the stone mill.

"There is white flour!"

"Hurry up, find things and collect them."

He had worked on an animal mill in Dai County before, and he knew that the flour that comes out first is the starch in the wheat, and its color is the whitest.

After the brown husk of the wheat is also crushed, the color of the flour will also deepen, from yellow to black.

The craftsmen were in a hurry to find dustpans and brushes.

Chen Qing started immediately and carefully collected the whitest flour.

MMP!

It's easy to pass me through!

Even eating white noodles is so strenuous, this life is really not human!

Before everyone could enjoy watching it, the flour around the stone mill gradually stopped increasing.