As soon as they arrived at Songjia Village, the two ministers had no more extra requests. After a few simple greetings, they got straight to the point and proposed to visit the oil press.
This naturally has to be opened for both of them to see.
The two adults acted vigorously and set an example.
From selecting and cleaning the beans, to grinding the soybeans, steaming, frying, pressing, filtering and other steps, every step is taken care of.
The two assistant ministers followed the whole process, and their clerks took notes, remembering every step of the assembly line clearly.
Song Jinxiu couldn't help but sigh that the people of the ancient tribe were really amazing. The lines drawn with their brushes were of uniform thickness and smooth, and each cork was marked with its size.
Not only did he ask his subordinates to draw a model, the Minister also made a 께-shaped impact press trough by himself. He started by washing the beans and did it again until the oil was squeezed out.
The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel is serious and meticulous, which is admirable.
The Minister of Revenue asked his men to record the oil yield. Check the soybean varieties and calculate which beans have a higher oil yield.
They even brought two sacks of rapeseed and experimented with extracting oil from the rapeseed. They found that the oil yield of the impact-pressing method was 100% higher than that of the existing oil-pressing technology.
From the excited expressions of the two people, we can know what the significance of an oil yield that is 100% higher is.
The two assistant ministers simply lived and ate in the oil mill, conducting experiments and taking notes over and over again, never getting tired of it.
Their words must be checked ten times without deviation and can be reported to the court.
Therefore, it was not until five days later that the activity was successfully completed.
The work is done. The two ministers have time to pay attention to Songjia Village. First of all, the slogans on the wall and the village rules and regulations are different from others.
The children's singing after school made the two adults in a good mood.
"My Son Goes to School" is heartwarming, "Two Tigers" is hilarious, and "I'm a Good Child from Cangwu" is exciting.
"Yellow skin and black hair, a Cangwu boy who stands tall and proud; learning to be a man, first cultivating oneself and then managing the family, only in the future can he rule the world...
Keep your loyalty to your country in mind. Everyone praises Cangwu’s dolls…”
"Great, what a great Song Village in Cangwu!"
The Minister of the Ministry of Culture, Lu Qiaoshou, praised repeatedly. Tell the clerks to write it down, and write down everything about Songjia Village. So that we can present it to the Emperor.
Qian Dai, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, looked at Song Jinxiu, who was waving goodbye to the children, and said meaningfully: "I heard that this place was not like this before. It became like this after that girl became the patriarch."
The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel sighed: "The girl is not simple, Old Qian, let alone our child, it's the two of us. If she were in her position, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to do it, right?"
These days, the two assistant ministers were busy, and Song Jinxiu was also busy. She selected three photos taken by Treasure Hunting Rat Junjun and was busy painting in the space.
From the moment the two adults asked about her paintings when they met, she knew that they were attracted by her paintings.
Well, in order to pave the way for the children in her stepfather's Songjia Village, she worked hard to paint two paintings and give them to others.
Of course, the extra one is for the emperor to see.
Fang Ziyu is busy, busy looking around, and everything he sees is new to him.
That day, the two adults summoned Zhang Bangchui, tested his knowledge, and gave him some guidance.
Finally, the Minister of Revenue could not help asking, "Did you draw the picture of children playing?"
Zhang Bangchui quickly shook his head, "The student is not good at painting."
Song Jinxiu's painting was added after he wrote the memorial, so he didn't know about it.
Seeing the two adults looking disappointed, he thought for a moment and asked:
"Sir, the pictures of children playing that you are talking about are colorful, with lifelike characters, as if you were there?"
The Minister of Revenue nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, do you know who is good at painting this? We would like to ask for a copy for our collection."
Zhang Bangchui shook his head and said, "I really don't know who painted this."
The Minister of the Ministry of Culture was annoyed and said, "You swore to tell us the characteristics of the painting, how could you not know? Are you afraid that we won't pay?"
Zhang Bangchui waved his hands and said, "Your Excellency has misunderstood me. I know it because I saw a painting hanging in my Qiu Sheng's room and I was amazed at it.
I feel that this painting is probably the only thing that can attract adults' attention. But the students don't know who drew it. ”
Qiu Sheng has been very busy lately, and his biological father talks to him and reports to him every day. As a stepfather, I can only see him once on the pretext of checking his homework.
I saw this painting in his study when I went to check his homework.
"Oh? Will you take us to see it?"
Seeing the shining eyes of the two adults, Zhang Bangchui suddenly regretted it.
I spoke too much. What if these two people take a fancy to the painting?
Give it to me, how can I get it back?
If I don’t give it to you, won’t that offend people?
How come you told me when someone asked you?
녦Now he was in a dilemma and had to apologize: "Sir, this student has to ask the child."
“It’s natural.”
So, when Song Jinxiu came out of the space, she heard that the two assistant ministers were in Qiu Sheng's Qiushi Music Garden.
The two ministers were very busy when they arrived. Today was the first time they came to their own home.
Song Jinxiu ordered the kitchen to prepare more food as she wanted to keep people for dinner.
In Song Qiu Sheng's study, there is a painting titled "Harvest".
The painting shows a child pushing a cart delivering water, golden wheat waves, sweat, smiling faces, and a young boy with a lotus leaf on his head. The auntie who was holding the bowl to fetch water had a smile on her face.
What a great harvest scene!
The two ministers here can't let it go.
Zhang Bangchui over there was watching with fear. He pulled Qiu Sheng over and asked, "Can you give up this painting?"
If not, he now has to think of how to say no.
Qiu Sheng blinked his peach blossom eyes and asked in confusion: "Why do they want my elder sister to draw a portrait of me?"
He was still young and did not know how to appreciate paintings. He only knew that this was a portrait painted by his eldest sister.
Zhang Bangchui was stunned: "Is this painted by Jinxiu?"
This stepdaughter can also draw? And the painting is so good?
What else doesn't she know?
At this time, the Minister of the Ministry discovered it. "Hey, isn't the guy with the silly smile on his head Song Qiusheng, the younger brother of the Song clan leader? Look at this guy, his big teeth are showing when he smiles."
The Minister of Revenue sighed, "Wonderful, wonderful! If Qiu Sheng hadn't been behind me, I would have thought he had run into the painting! It's really amazing!"
When Song Jinxiu arrived, she saw this scene.
She smiled and said, "I know you two adults like to paint, so I took some time to paint a few paintings these two days. Please see if you are satisfied."
The two adults looked at each other and asked, "Is it really her?"
Ever since County Magistrate Wang's daughter gave them the painting, they ruled out the idea that Song Jinxiu was the one who painted it.
Because this child is too cute.
This painting cannot be learned overnight.
They wondered how the person who painted this picture looked to be in his thirties.
I didn't expect it to be this teenage girl.
What other surprises does she have that people don’t know about?
The two looked at the three paintings brought by Song Jinxiu and exclaimed in admiration again.
One picture shows the two of them working hard in the studio.
The two of them were wearing kimonos that looked neither fish nor fowl, but their seriousness was evident on the paper.
The other two pictures show two people giving lectures to children separately.
The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue stood on the podium, holding Song Jinxiu's homemade chalk in his hand, like a kind and wise prophet. The children are listening attentively.
The other picture shows the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs guiding the children in a craft class. He is building a bridge to demonstrate to the children.
The two adults seemed to have returned to the moment when time stood still.
“It’s breathtaking, it’s breathtaking!”
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