Anyway, Feng Yong feels very awesome.

 Then when I grew up, I also went to experience a man's romance.

 To put it further, let’s talk about that naughty kid who eats castor seeds.

Of course he was rescued later. I heard from the villagers afterwards that the doctor said he was delivered in time and that he didn’t need to eat much, otherwise he would have died.

This incident spread to several nearby villages, and even the school teachers heard about it.

The school deliberately used this matter to educate its students, and then a vice-principal who was over fifty years old said with emotion:

“Ricinus communis, even though it is full of poison, is actually very useful.”

“Don’t you often recite: Big plane, please stop, please take me to Beijing!”

“This big airplane has wheels, and castor oil is used for the wheels. The oil used to lubricate the wheels of your sewing machines and ox carts is also castor oil.”

“The ink I usually use to print test papers for you also contains castor oil...”

Recalling these things, Feng Yong couldn’t help but smile, turned around and waved:

 “Amei, come here, oh, by the way, call Mrs. Mu San over too.”

Hua Wan heard that Feng Jishi said that one of his fellow disciples was almost poisoned to death, and when he saw the other person's weird smile, he thought of how ruthless this person was, and his heart skipped a beat.

 Guan Ji seemed to be unable to see it, and pushed him: "Why are you laughing? It's so weird!"

 “I was reminded of the usage of this word in the school.”

Feng Yong asked Amei, who was walking over:

“I remember, didn’t you say that the winter in Liangzhou is too cold, and when you oil the wheels of a cart, won’t the oil freeze?”

Amei nodded:

"Not only cart wheels, but also water mills and even workshops in Liangzhou in the future, all places where lubricating oil is used, must pay attention to this situation."

Feng Yong laughed, pointed at the castor seeds in the box and said:

“There is a large amount of castor oil. I will plant some next year and press the oil to see if it freezes. Also, you can try using castor oil to mix ink and see what the effect is.”

 “If the effect is good, then it will be a blessing from God.”

If the vice principal of the primary school did not lie to himself, castor oil should be much better than the tung oil currently used for lubrication.

Anyone who has studied geography in high school knows that for every 100 meters the troposphere goes up, the temperature drops by about 0.65 degrees.

 The altitude at which airplanes fly is basically below zero.

If castor oil is really used as lubricant, its frost resistance is much stronger than tung oil.

As for tung oil, there is a huge demand every year just for extracting glycerin to prevent frostbite for soldiers, not to mention making weapons waterproof and rust-proof.

 With castor beans, it can be considered as filling part of the gap.

 And castor, like tung oil, is something that can grow in the wild. It does not require special care, does not occupy farmland, and does not consume labor. It grows as it is planted.

  It was simply prepared by nature for the big men who lacked the population.

 With the establishment of Liangzhou and Longyou, as well as the maturity of large-scale livestock breeding technology and captive breeding technology, coupled with the paving of Cement No. 1, Dahan's transportation capacity will reach a higher level.

 There will be more and more large-capacity four-wheeled vehicles.

 As schools continue to appear in various places, the demand for ink will also increase.

 The little tung oil produced in Nanzhong alone will obviously not be able to meet future demand.

Castor is harvested in the same year as it is planted, so planting is much more convenient than tung oil.

At this moment, Li Mu also arrived and saluted Feng Yong and Guan Ji:

 “Mr. Jun, did you call me?”

Feng Yong nodded and said to her:

"This is castor bean, also called grass hemp. It is similar to the hemp used by the Han Dynasty. In the spring of next year, I will have people try to plant it in Hanzhong and Nanzhong."

“At that time, you should pay attention to this matter and see if the things grown can be woven into linen for clothing.”

Li Mu glanced at the castor beans in the box, with curiosity in his eyes.

However, she was able to restrain her curiosity very well, and unlike General Guan who wanted to test the poison with her own body, she quickly responded.

He also reminded Amei and Li Mu to be careful about the toxicity of castor beans.

 Then he said to the flower garland: "What's next?"

Although she was a little bit jealous of King Feng Gui's character, she really had to be convinced by Young Master Hua's knowledge and methods of this person.

This grass and flax was indeed used to weave linen cloth in the Panyue Kingdom.

Although it is much rougher than the hemp silk made by the Han Dynasty, it is better than picking up the ground and no one has to worry about it. It can grow if it is thrown into the wild.

　　Unlike the big man who grows hemp and has farmers serving in the fields.

 Although in recent years, the lives of the people in Nanzhong have become better.

 However, there is no way to change the situation that there is little flat land in Nanzhong. It is not easy to grow grain, let alone grow linen and weave cloth.

Even in the plantations of various families, there are many people working shirtless in the fields in summer.

 In winter, it is not uncommon for a family to often wear the same clothes.

If King Feng Gui really has a way to promote it in Nanzhong and let the naked people in Nanzhong wear clothes, it will be a great merit.

Hua Wan opened the second box with a somewhat complicated mood and took out a piece of white cloth about one foot long.

Before she could speak, Governor Feng rushed to the box, pushed her away, and took out a handful of white velvet things.

His eyes widened and he almost stuffed the thing into his eyes.

 Then, with everyone's horrified eyes, he smelled it with his nose, and even put his mouth to it, bit off a little, and tasted it carefully...

“Feng…junhou, this, this can’t be eaten…”

Huawan reminded stammeringly.

After hearing Hua Wan's words, Guan Ji's face changed drastically. She rushed forward and slapped Feng Jishi's hand.

 Then he grabbed Feng Jishi's chin with one hand and dug hard into his mouth with the other.

 At the same time, his voice was so nervous that his voice changed, and his fingers were swiping back and forth in Feng Yong's mouth:

 “Where’s the stuff? Where’s the stuff? Did you eat it?”

Feng Jishi rolled his eyes: "Ah, uh, uh..."

 “Don’t move around, hurry up, spit it out!”

Feng Jishi desperately broke off the general's hand and let his head regain freedom. Then he said "bah bah bah" several times and glared at the suddenly crazy woman:

"What are you doing?"

“This food can’t be eaten, what are you doing?” Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong anxiously, “Do you feel uncomfortable?”

"I don't know if you can eat it?" Governor Feng stretched out his hand and pulled out a few white threads from his mouth, and spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva.

 That's right, although it is a little different from the cotton of later generations, the color, the touch, and the feeling are definitely cotton.

 “This thing cannot be eaten, but it is not poisonous.”

 “Not poisonous?”

 “Of course it’s not poisonous.”

 Guan Ji looked at Huawan.

Huawan nodded: "It's indeed not poisonous."

General Guan Da then realized that he had overreacted and felt a little embarrassed.

 “Is this cotton?”

 “It’s Bai Diezi.”

 “Also called cotton.”

"never heard of that."

“Now that you’ve heard it, call it cotton.”

Governor Feng picked up the cotton in the box with one hand and chuckled.

 With wool, cotton, and glycerin, why am I still afraid of eggs in winter?

 Little glacier?

 What's going on with Little Glacier?

If you can’t go north across the Great Wall in winter, why don’t you also go east?

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Chapter completed!