The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Seeing that there were more and more strange things in the house, Yang Mo felt that she could hardly remember them all.

Zhou Yue encouraged her to write a book to record these things.

Simple ones like crossbows, wheelchairs, and curved plows, and large and complex ones like water mills and large donkey carts, can be written down in a book so that they will not be forgotten.

Yang Mo's eyes lit up when she heard that. She said, "I want to write it with Grandpa, and then sign it with Grandpa and me."

"Me, and me, can I sign my name as well? I can go to the Ministry of Industry to find someone to help me get this book published by the imperial court."

Zhao Shouzhong also came out to join in the fun after hearing this. Yang Mo gave him a blank look: "Why do you sign your name? You didn't contribute anything."

"I, I, I will help. You dictate and I will be responsible for writing. Grandpa will be the consultant and proofreader. Is that feasible?"

Zhou Yue thought this was a good idea.

With the endorsement of Zhao Shouzhong, a minor official in the Ministry of Works who was not doing his job, it is estimated that this book would be taken seriously by the court and promoted nationwide.

Being able to leave behind such a masterpiece is a testament to the hard work and effort that Mr. Ning and Yang Mo put in over the years.

However, there is no rush for this book because Yang Mo is still young, only sixteen years old.

Her future is limitless, and there are still many unknown areas for her to explore.

She could just think slowly, invent slowly, and write slowly, and then make a summary when she reaches middle age.

By early summer, cotton seedlings have emerged.

The seeds you buy at home do not have as high a germination rate as the seeds distributed by the court.

However, the cotton plants were very strange. They grew very rapidly once they emerged.

It grew much faster than other cotton seeds sown at the same time. If the leaves were not the same, Zhou Yue would have suspected that those were fake seeds.

The technical officials of the Ministry of Households, who now live in Yi County, often drive horse-drawn carriages to Fenghuangtai Village to check on the seedlings and give some guidance.

The happiest person now is Yuan Mo. He tends his favorite land every day. In addition to cotton, he also grows other local crops.

When I got home, I would see little Ye starting to learn to walk, and then I would see my wife, whose face was as charming as a spring flower, protecting the child from behind.

Compared to the days in the military camp, this is a world of difference.

The person who is happier than Yuan Mo is Master Cui.

The prefect's government affairs were a piece of cake for him.

The main reason is that he has been prime minister for a long time and knows how to delegate power to others.

He just needs to control the general direction.

Therefore, he still enjoyed traveling, drinking wine and tasting tea every day.

Upon hearing that he had taken office in Yi County, a group of his students and old friends came to visit him.

He is a person who likes to make friends very much. In the more than half a year since he came to Yi County, most of the people he interacts with are cart drivers, farmers, butchers and the like.

Although these people were enthusiastic, straightforward and not fussy about details, sometimes when he wanted to find someone to sing poetry with him, he was troubled by the fact that no one responded.

Now that these old friends have come, he can compose poems and sing songs with them again, which makes him very happy.

He took them to travel all over the mountains and rivers of Yi County, especially Fenghuangtai Village, a place he was familiar with and loved.

When he led these great people to the Peach Blossom Valley, everyone was amazed.

Taoyuan Valley is truly worthy of its name.

Then, these high-ranking officials in the court took off their boots, let their hair down, and sat on the ground.

He asked the servants to fetch some wine from the cave, and took the ingredients to the kitchen to cook.

In the open space in front of the cave, many small flat stones were moved around a large rock to make stools.

Everyone sat on the ground and looked at the mountains.

The scent of various wild flowers and roses brought by the wind was in the nose, and everyone started to feel a little tipsy before they started drinking.

The roses in early summer are blooming beautifully.

Butterflies and wild bees linger among the flowers, and their buzzing sounds are particularly clear in the quiet valley and can be heard from far away.

The large waterwheel made by Yang Mo and Grandpa Ning has started running.

The huge round waterwheel, with countless large buckets hanging on it, was filled with water under the waterfall and then turned with a creaking sound.

The large buckets filled with water reached the bottom and naturally poured into the repaired canal.

These canals were repaired by Yuan Mo and the strong laborers he hired from the village at Zhou Yue's reminder.

The water is then diverted along the canal to a large reservoir on the mountain.

When the land needs to be irrigated, the water will flow through the canals to the lower fields.

These diversion channels are still under repair.

Connected to the huge axle of the waterwheel is the lever that pushes the large millstone.

A stone mill, slightly smaller than a waterwheel, was placed on an open space halfway up the mountain.

The push rod of the millstone is connected to the lever of the waterwheel. When the waterwheel moves, the millstone on this side is also pushed and rotated.

As the millstone turned, some corn kernels were crushed.

"This saves a lot of effort compared to carrying water or grinding the mill manually." said a man in his thirties wearing a moon-white Taoist robe.

"Yes, let me calculate. The manpower saved this day must be at least four strong laborers, right?" A man wearing a scholar's scarf and a bamboo green bachelor's shirt agreed.

"Mr. Cui, what kind of people do you know?"

“I heard that the new clerk in the Ministry of Revenue, Mr. Ning, who was recommended for his virtue and filial piety, was from Yi County.

His last name happens to be Ning, I wonder if he is from the same family as your student's Ning?"

Xuan Mo, who was pouring wine for the teachers and officials, paused for a few breaths, took a deep breath, and continued pouring wine.

It was said that the man had passed the imperial examination and was recommended by an official from the widow Wang's family to work as a clerk in the Ministry of Revenue, an eighth-rank official.

Xuan Mo squeezed the wine jug in his hand until his finger joints turned white.

Jun Mo is serving the dishes.

There is a banquet in the mountains today, because those who come are the literary masters and Confucian celebrities of the time, and the teachers in the county school all want to come here to take a look.

To see the idols, the county school was closed for the holiday.

Master Cui asked Xuan Mo and Jun Mo to come back as well, so that he could have them serve by the side and make themselves familiar to these people.

The chef and maids brought from the county were busy in the kitchen and at the banquet.

Xuan Mo and Jun Mo were the younger generations and could not sit with the guests, so they went back and forth to help serve the dishes and pour the wine.

They all heard the discussions at the table and looked a little uncomfortable.

When Master Cui heard the discussion, he interrupted the topic and changed the subject.

"Everyone, today you have come here, seen the scenery, eaten the food, and drank the wine happily. Why not write a few poems to express your feelings as a commemoration?"

"it is good……"

These people were all sour intellectuals, so they were naturally very interested in this proposal.

Jun Mo took a deep breath, turned around and went to the cave, brought out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread them on a large flat rock next to the banquet.

This big stone was originally slightly flat, but later Zhou Yue thought it was good, with hard texture, ink-like color, and an overall oval shape.

The height is suitable.

I found a stonemason to smooth out the uneven surfaces. It was not a small project, but it took several days.

It cost a lot of money to make it into a stone table.

It retains its naturalness and simplicity and is also very practical. Mr. Cui likes it very much.

There are many such places in this mountain.