Daqin Engineers

Shen Bing didn't know whether the nobles of the Zhao Kingdom really believed Wang Jian's words, but Shen Bing did not believe them anyway.

These nobles are the ones who have bullied Yingzheng!

The reason why Ying Zheng was so anxious to beat Handan down was to get rid of these people and then quickly, how could he let them go?

Because of this, Wang Jian imprisoned them in the barracks...

Handan was still unstable at this time, and Wang Jian worried that there would be accidents in imprisoning these nobles.

You have to know that these are the people who won the dignitaries, if you lose Wang Jian, you can't afford it.

So they simply tied them up and surrounded by soldiers, so that they couldn't fly away even if they put their wings on.

Not only that, Wang Jian also arrested the families of those nobles.

Who can guarantee that Yingzheng will not slaughter them?

If his family were allowed to escape in chaos, where would Wang Jian look for him when he was to blame?

In this respect, it is not without reason why Wang Jian has the current status.

Shen Bing didn't care about this, he was staring at his breakfast in a daze.

The meal is still millet with meat sauce, and two peas leaves.

According to Fatty Tun, these bean seedling leaves have a nice name: Huocai.

Before that, Shen Bing thought that life was hard because there was no way to march outside.

But now they are all in the city, and Zhao Guo has been destroyed. Isn't there anything else to order?

Fatty Tun answered with a confused expression:

"In addition, there are deceased vegetables and bitter vegetables."

"It's just that the season has not yet arrived."

Then Shen Bing understood that what is lacking in this era is not only industry and technology, but also not many edible vegetables.

Although it was difficult to swallow, but because of the stomach sinking soldiers, there was no other way, so they could only barely swallow the millet rice with huocai.

However, Shen Bing, who is accustomed to eating rice, is not used to even millet...

He has never eaten millet when he grows up, and even eats noodles.

Wait, the pasta is much better than Xiaomi!

Just make some noodles and it's meat sauce, isn't it just fragrant pressed noodles?

Thinking of Shen Bing, he asked the fat man next to him who was devouring:

"Can I wait for flour?"

Fatty Tun answered vaguely while chewing on the food in his mouth:

"flour?"

"Master, let me talk about what this flour is, and I will get it for the master."

Shen Bing raised his head towards the bowl:

"It's the millet I'm waiting to eat... just grind it into powder."

All the people in the surrounding area were stunned.

Fatty looked at the grains of rice in the wooden bowl, and said embarrassedly:

"Master, how can this... be ground into powder?"

"Even if it is pounding, it must be pounded for a few days!"

It was later that Shen Bing learned that the situation in this era was different from modern times.

In modern times, millet and rice are taken care of, and they are shelled as soon as they are poured into the machine.

Qin Shi also used human pounding to remove the shells, using a heavy wood to hit a stone mortar containing grains.

Over and over again, until the chaff is removed.

This is also the reason why the soldiers' food supply is divided into "" and "".

"Paimi" is coarse rice, the kind that hasn't been cleaned after smashing the chaff.

It is this kind of rice that the princes and the nobles eat, if it is not cooked into porridge, it is really hard to swallow.

"" means polished rice, that is, the chaff is cleaned.

Of course, this kind of rice takes longer to produce.

The second-level knight and above ate rice glutinous rice, but for Shen Bing... it was still just filling his hunger.

No wonder other people would look at Shen Bing with strange eyes.

It is no longer easy to pound the hulled rice, if the millet is to be pounded into flour... it is almost an impossible task.

Shen Bing rolled his eyes and had to deal with the rice in the bowl again.

But after thinking about it, he waved to Cang.

Cang immediately leaned up from a few steps away, and said:

"Brother, please give orders."

"As long as Cang can do it, he will go all out."

Shen Bing looked for it aside. He wanted to find a branch, but he didn't want to find it in the barracks.

Fatty Tun handed over a sheepskin and pen at the right time, and said:

"Master, use this."

"The student will study ink for you."

As he said, he took out a clam shell from his bag and poured water and ink stone.

Shen Bing was not surprised that Fatty carried these with him, after all, he was in charge of counting in the artillery.

The strange thing about Shen Bing is that he can take out a piece of sheepskin at hand, and another piece of sheepskin at hand...

Bamboo slips are more commonly used, but bamboo slips are much heavier than sheepskin and are not easy to write.

Those who can afford sheepskin are not ordinary people. I want to come to this Fatty Tun and have some wealth.

Shen Bing didn't ask much, took the pen and started drawing on the sheepskin, and said as he painted:

"This time it's not wood."

"The upper and lower two large round stones are shaped like big drums."

"There are small grooves on the surface, a hole in the middle, and a wooden handle on the side..."

After drawing, hand it to Cang and ask:

"Just made this picture."

"Are there any difficulties?"

Cang looked at it and answered confidently:

"Not difficult."

"It's just that this stone drum needs to go to the defense division."

"Junior Brother, I happen to have a few old people there, so I can ask them for two yuan."

The artisans of the defense division are mainly responsible for the production of defensive equipment, such as carbine, rolling stone, and wood...

In fact, artillery also has stones, such as stone bullets.

It's just that the production of stone bullets is much rougher than the craftsmanship of defense division masons.

It is said that the stonemason of the defense division sometimes doubles as stone lions, tombstones, and the like.

Sure enough, within half an hour, Cang and his men came back with two stone drums.

Then Cang took some time to add the grinding shaft and handle according to the picture, and an exquisite stone grinder was placed in front of Shen Bing.

Cang endured until then and asked curiously:

"Brother, what's the use of this thing?"

Shen Bing did not answer, but raised his head towards the fat man:

"Go get some millet."

Fatty ran away in response, and soon returned with a bowl of rice.

If others want to get rice, I am afraid it will not be easy.

But Shen Bing is different. His noble standard is no more than a bucket of rice every day.

This supply is usually not used up, but it can be recorded as a grain sound, and it is naturally recorded in Shen Bing's account when it is taken at this time.

Then, the time to witness the miracle came.

Shen Bing slowly poured the rice into the grinding hole, grinding it while falling.

With a dull sound of grinding, the white powder slowly seeped from the grinding edge and fell on the linen cloth spread below.

Everyone exclaimed:

"What is this? How delicate is it?"

"Could it be that rice?"

"What is it if it's not rice? It's just ground into powder."

"I also said it was a stone drum. I didn't want to be able to grind the rice into flour so easily."

Fatty still reacted quickly, he asked Shen Bing excitedly:

"Master, is this the flour you said?"

"Grinding glutinous rice into flour... but how do you eat it?"

Shen Bing smiled and said nothing.

If this millet is ground into flour, there will be more tricks.