"This thing..." Li Si walked closer.

He watched the loom perform reciprocating movements under the push of the woman's arm.

The twine threads appeared in this simple reciprocating motion.

Everything is simple and rich in some unspeakable regularity.

Pleasant to the eye.

Li Si's brain was a little down.

He could only stare at the movement of the loom and the twine.

Lines were moving one after another, as if someone was grinning, silently mocking him Li Tonggu's ignorance.

Li Si nodded blankly: "So that's how it is."

"So that's how it is."

Now he probably knew why the group of farmers' associations in front of him had such an expression when they heard that he was coming to investigate the warehouse.

Everything is normal!

The only thing that is abnormal is Li Si.

The women looked at each other.

They looked at Li Si, the president of the Anlu County Farmers Association, and the noble scholar from Chu State.

A ugly smile appeared on Li Si's face: "You guys are busy, I'll just take a look at your progress..."

He was a little ashamed.

I am like a monkey who has never seen the world, and I arbitrarily use my narrow thinking to measure people's thinking and behavior.

Li Si walked out quickly.

At this time, he discovered that this farmer's association was the same as the farmer's association he had been there for more than two months before.

Isn’t the classroom he used to teach exactly the same appearance as this factory?

I lived there for more than two months... I have read the account book so many times, but my attention is only on various government orders and various words.

At this moment, Li Si suddenly remembered his experience in the past two months.

He stayed in the farmer association for two months, but in fact he had never taken the initiative to understand people's production and life.

His eyes were focused on the system, on the orders sent from Xianyang, on the soldiers who could serve as combat soldiers.

Because those people are worth noting in Li Si's eyes.

As for ordinary civilians.

Li Si didn't care whether they planted wheat or beans.

The shame at this moment made Li Si completely alert.

Six times!

Full six times!

The wife rubs the twine at home so that her palms are full of wrinkles, but the people here don’t have to rub them at all, they just don’t rub them. Their speed of their work is six times that of their wife working hard at home!

There are six times more textiles than just one.

So what about the others?

Li Si began to notice this.

So he took a deep breath, not daring to speculate anymore, but said to the people around him: "Take me there and take a look."

"President Li, what do you want to see?" The local soldiers showed curiosity.

They think Li Si may have some brain problems.

When Li Si heard their questions, he realized that he might be too excited, so he said, "I want to see how you all handle the entire process of textiles."

"Oh, this." The soldiers were relieved: "President Li, please come with us."

Planting area, logging area, soaking pool, drying place...

One place, one place.

Li Si looked over little by little.

After reading it, he suddenly felt that six times seemed to be the right one.

The various production processes are separated and classified, with special people responsible, special places, and special equipment responsible.

Such collective labor is to almost the greatest extent to separate the work that people need to do, so that people can only do the work they are good at, and they are extremely skilled and quick to do things.

After seeing it, Li Si took the people to another farmer's association.

Here, he saw the tall chimney.

"This chimney was built in imitating the copper and iron furnace in Xianyang City." Chen Ju looked at the smoke-producing chimney and said, "It seems very simple. If it is a copper and iron furnace, the chimney would be at least ten feet taller, and there would be more than a dozen more."

Li Si looked at the chimney that was at least ten feet high, and he felt no surprise in his heart.

"The furnace of MCC iron in our county was built last winter. Because the furnace bricks are not fire-resistant, they were built several times, so they barely made. But even if they are made, they will smel some inferior iron to supply our own agricultural tools in our county, which is not enough." said the commentator of the Sengshijia, who had been in Anlu County for several years.

Li Si nodded.

He went in and looked in a blank look.

After reading it, I finally understood what the terrible consumption of dry firewood and the number of farm tools in the county were.

They continued to walk to the next farmer's association.

There is a place without fireworks in the middle.

There is actually a gorgeous temple here.

The sky gradually darkened, so they settled in this temple.

Li Si saw the group of people skillfully worshiping the blank divine cards and statues, took out the bamboo mat from under the statues, brought golden wheat straw, and fed water from the water tank at the door.

They found an iron pot here, flour and bacon.

When Li Si saw all this, he couldn't help but spray out the water he had just taken a sip.

"Where did you... come from?"

He remembered the temples he encountered when he left Chu State.

In those temples, pottery jars and fine rice are also given.

And this Qin State... Why does Qin State even have bacon?

And there is also an iron pot.

Wouldn't this iron pot be stolen? Are you so relieved?

"Have you seen President Li before?" Jia showed off, with a tone full of pride: "This is the Qinwang Temple that we only have in Anlu."

"Qin King Temple?" Li Si remembered that the temples he encountered during the State of Chu were burned by Donghuang Taiyi as firewood.

"Yes, this is the temple where we pray for His Majesty to the heaven for His Majesty to the sky." Jia said while kneading the dough in the pottery pot, "His Majesty the King of Qin gave us the day to eat now. This is a good day when we used to pray for Taiyi, Haotian, and Nuwa that we could not come."

"We locals think that His Majesty the King of Qin must have been more powerful than the gods such as Taiyi, Nuwa, and Haotian. Therefore, such a temple was built for His Majesty the King of Qin, praying that His Majesty the King of Qin will be immortal."

Li Si opened his mouth.

He does not believe in gods.

He also knew that the King of Qin would definitely not be a god.

But he could probably understand the mentality of these people.

The so-called praying for immortality for the King of Qin is actually mostly just praying for the good life they are living in their current situation to continue.

"Then why...why are there so many things?"

"Because we need to cultivate land." Jia kneaded the dough: "We used to live in scattered areas, and each village lived around the fields in our villages. The cultivated land was not far from our homes. But now we live together, and it is very inconvenient to cultivate land again. Some lands need to run far away, so we built the Qinwang Temple everywhere. During the farming period, the husbands who were responsible for some farmlands lived in the Qinwang Temple. With the blessing of His Majesty the King of Qin, snakes and insects will not disturb you!"

"So..." Li Si no longer wanted to express any opinions on whether the King of Qin was a god.
Chapter completed!