However, Liang Shu, who had been born in ancient times, couldn't understand. In the end, she simply grabbed Zhong Yan's sleeve and said decisively, "Why don't you come with us? I think they really need you!"
“Sister, you go ahead and take a look at the desolate mountains. I’ll stay here.” Zhongheng grinned.
Zhong Yan turned to look at her brother; she had a feeling that her second brother had seen through something.
"You can go ahead without worry. I'll stay here and spend more time with Xiao Chan," Lin Anniang said decisively.
Anyway, Lin Xiu and Lin Zhu, those two little girls, have already become familiar with Grandma Gongsun. Sometimes, in order to play with their friends, they even take the initiative to stay overnight at her place.
Moreover, the school in the desolate mountains provides meals, so the two little ones won't go hungry. She wanted to stay in Qingcheng to see where her youngest daughter lived and make up for the years she had neglected her.
Although the youngest daughter was secretly sold by Old Mrs. Lin, it was indeed her dereliction of duty as a mother that she failed to protect her daughter.
"Xiao Chan, how about we go outside and play?" Lin Anniang gently stroked her daughter's hair, her expression exceptionally tender.
Huaichan nodded and subconsciously tightened her grip on her mother's hand.
As the mother and daughter walked further and further away, Zhong Yan took the initiative to leave with Liang Shu.
With Zhong Yan's involvement, the tools needed for sugar making and oil pressing were quickly designed. After repeated improvements by Wu the carpenter and the believer with the ability, the final product was amazing.
Although the oil extracted from those soybeans is not as clear and bright as modern soybean oil, it does not require much sedimentation. It becomes clear and bright after a short time, and it tastes very delicious when used for cooking.
"Besides soybeans, peanuts, rapeseed, and some other foods can also be pressed for oil. We can also improve the current machines and research a new batch of machines..."
"Of course, besides oil mills and sugar mills, cotton mills and textile mills must also need to use machines, right?"
"I've looked at the existing spinning wheels and think they can be improved. You all know Huang Daopo from the Yuan Dynasty, right? She innovated the hand-cranked spinning wheel into a three-spindle foot-operated spinning wheel, allowing both hands to operate three spindles simultaneously, doubling the spinning efficiency."
"However, if we are going to research, we should definitely research the best. I suggest that we all work together to research a machine similar to the spinning jenny, which can spin eight yarns at the same time and is much faster!"
"However, all of this requires manpower. If there is a water source on this barren mountain, we can build the textile factory near the river and manufacture the large water-powered spinning wheel of the Song Dynasty. This kind of spinning wheel can drive dozens of spindles at the same time..."
This time, it was Zhong Yan who was on the podium, enthusiastically explaining the manufacturing methods and principles of various machines, as well as the machines needed by various factories.
Le Bai, Gu Rui, and Zhang Jing were diligently taking notes, while a group of dizzy and confused teachers stared with clear eyes, completely bewildered.
What's going on? A few days ago, they thought that Master Gu, Master Le, and Master Zhang were already very capable, but who knew there was always someone even more capable than them!
They couldn't understand it a few days ago, and today it's like listening to gibberish!
However, there was one thing they could still tell: there were a lot of big shots in the desolate mountains!
How did this group of people come up with this knowledge?
"It's truly amazing. I never knew that making machines involved so much knowledge..." Murong Xun overheard the commotion after class and listened quietly for a long time. He was immediately shocked.
Why didn't these people call on him? He could learn too!
Murong Xun was very excited; he had missed out on so many important points!
After much deliberation, he still didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, so he took the initiative to approach Zhang Jing and asked her to help him register.
Zhang Jing: "..."
Everyone here is a math teacher! What is the great scholar Murong here to learn, who teaches Chinese?
However, seeing the expectant look in Master Murong's eyes, she still agreed.
Hopefully, the teacher will be able to sleep soundly tonight after the lesson!
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