You are unlucky and I am tough

Chapter 120 New Farm Tools

The autumn harvest in the village has gradually ended, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be here in a few days. Before the festival, government officials will come to collect taxes.

Afterwards, the villagers would transport the dried and shelled grain to the town or county. Some would be sold to grain stores in exchange for silver, and some would exchange the new rice for old corn, so that they could eat it for longer.

The villagers are reluctant to use new rice to make white rice.

Every year, there are teams of people who come directly to the village to purchase grain. In short, every household will have an income after selling grain.

The villagers' eyes were filled with the joy of a good harvest, and this happy atmosphere gradually diluted the bad things that happened some time ago.

After all, no matter how sad the story of Cheng Dafu's family is, the villagers still have to live their lives as usual.

Chen also set up a braised meat stall in the town and took Zhaodi to the town to sell braised meat every day. Cheng Daming also negotiated a supply deal with two restaurants. After careful calculation, the couple found that they could make a net profit of more than one or two taels of silver a day after deducting the costs, and they were very grateful to Cheng Shuang.

Wei Qinglang also took the drawings of the rice huller and fan wheel and went to the county town to find two skilled carpenters.

When the carpenters saw the drawings, they were extremely shocked and felt that it was too difficult.

Finally, Wei Qinglang taught them how to understand the drawings and gave them a processing fee of one or two taels of silver per unit. Only then did the two carpenters begin to try to make it.

The fan was relatively easy to make and was completed in less than two days, while the rice huller took a full four days to complete.

When they went to pick up the goods, they brought a small bag of rice and tried it out directly in the carpenter's shop. After confirming their success, they paid for the materials and processing fees, and then pulled the goods back to the village.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is three days away. Today the villagers are going to the fish pond to prepare for distributing the fish for the festival. Every household is running to the fish pond to join in the fun.

The fish pond is publicly owned. After it was dug a few years ago, each family contributed a share of the money to buy fish fry. The largest number of fish were caught in the first year, and after selling some of them, the cost of buying the fish fry was earned back.

After that, no more money was raised to buy fish fry, and the fish in the pond reproduced less. The number of fish caught also decreased year by year, and there were only enough for each household in the village to get a few fish. However, the villagers were still very happy when the fish were caught every year.

When the donkey cart entered the village, no one at the intelligence station at the entrance of the village was there, but because the things on the cart were so strange, it still attracted some people's attention.

Cheng Ergou, who was eating, ran out of the house with his bowl of rice in hand and asked curiously, "Qinglang, what did you two buy? Why have I never seen this before?"

Wei Qinglang, who was driving, slowed down and replied, "Uncle Ergou, this is a farm tool we had someone make. It's used to hull and sift debris from the rice."

Cheng Ergou's eyes widened in surprise, "Oh, so amazing! Such a rare thing! Can I go to your house and see how to use it?"

Cheng Shuang smiled and said, "Of course you can, Uncle Ergou. We are just about to ask the village head to come over and show him how to do it."

Cheng Fu heard this and ran over. "The village head is over at the fish pond watching people herd the fish. I'll go call him."

With that, he ran away.

Cheng Lizheng was watching people fishing and asking the person in charge of registration to record the number of each type of fish so that they could distribute them later. At this time, Cheng Fu suddenly ran over and said that Cheng Shuang and Wei Qinglang had brought back two rare things, which were used to hull rice, and wanted him to go and take a look.

When Village Chief Cheng heard this, he left immediately. On the way, someone asked him why he came back so soon. Cheng Fu quickly told everyone about his visit to Wei's house to see the new farm tools.

When the village head arrived at the bamboo house, there were more than a dozen people following him.

All the things had been moved to the yard by the Wei Qinglang brothers. The three younger siblings at home were curiously circling around them, asking one after another how to use them.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Cheng Shuang went to open the door. Seeing so many people, she was also impressed by Cheng Fu's loudspeaker.

She opened the courtyard door wide, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said to everyone, "Mr. Village Head, uncles and aunts, please come in."

As soon as the head of the village went in, the people behind him rushed in. When they saw the thing placed in the middle of the yard, they immediately surrounded it out of curiosity and asked how to use it.

Cheng Lizheng also walked around and asked curiously, "Qinglang, are these two things used to hull rice?"

Wei Qinglang nodded and stepped forward to introduce, "This is called a rice huller, used for hulling. This part is called the upper huller, and this is the lower huller. This is the feed port, and you can just pour the unhulled rice in."

"This is called a fan. The big bucket on top is the feed inlet. There's an impeller in the middle. Pour the rice into the feed inlet and turn the handle to separate the shriveled rice and impurities."

Wei Qinglang simply gave a brief introduction to the exterior, and then prepared to demonstrate the actual operation to everyone. He said to Wei Nanxing, "Nanxing, go and carry out a bag of food."

Wei Nanxing returned to the house and quickly carried out a bag of dried grain, which was full of unhusked rice.

Cheng Shuang moved a stool over and asked Cheng Lizheng to sit down and watch, and poured him a cup of tea. There was no one else, as there were not so many cups and chairs at home.

Wei Qinglang untied the rope that tied the sack, poured the rice into it from the feed port on the top of the rice huller, then pushed the handle on the rice huller, and the upper and lower hullers began to rotate.

Soon, the mixture of hulled rice and husks flowed out of the outlet of the rice husk and fell into a wooden basin placed in advance.

Cheng Lizheng was sitting there at first, but after watching for a while he couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up, squatted down, and used his hands to stir the rice in the wooden basin, his eyes full of shock.

"Just a few simple turns, and that's it?"

The other villagers also praised him, and Cheng Fu even raised his hand, "Brother Qinglang, can I try it?"

Wei Qinglang smiled and gave him his seat, explaining to him how to operate it. Cheng Fu then started to get started. Seeing the rice flowing out of the outlet, he smiled with joy, showing his big white teeth.

Cheng Lizheng also felt itchy and went over to try, and didn't stop until the whole wooden basin was filled.

Next, Wei Qinglang picked up the basin of shelled vegetables and poured it into the feed port of the fan. He asked the surrounding villagers not to stand behind the discharge port. Then he held the crank handle to rotate the impeller at a constant speed and opened the adjustment plate.

The villagers stretched their necks and saw a magical scene. What fell from the outlet below was actually clean rice, while the husks and impurities were blown to the outlet on one side. In just a moment, a large basin of white rice was sieved clean.

The villagers who came to join in the fun were all shocked and marveled at it.

"If we could use these two tools, shelling and sifting grain would be much faster."

"Yes, after the autumn harvest, two people in the family can do this job, and the others will have time to do other things."

"Every year after the grain is harvested, not only do we have to thresh and dry the grain, but the whole family has to work together for ten days to half a month just to hull and sift the grain. Hulling, in particular, is too slow and tiring. At home, more than half of the grain is still unhulled."

Cheng Lizheng held a handful of rice, his hands trembling with excitement. "This...this...Qinglang, did you really come up with this thing? How did you do it? Do you know that your invention is enough to shock the imperial court? Once it becomes popular, it will save a lot of time and manpower. It will benefit all the people."

Wei Qinglang looked at the excited Cheng Lizheng and felt a little ashamed. This was actually the crystallization of China's five thousand years of wisdom, not his credit.

Cheng Shuang could see that Wei Qinglang had some psychological problems. Just like when he made money by writing storybooks based on famous works, he would write in the contract that their true identities must not be mentioned to anyone.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that this guy is a game developer and is more concerned about copyright issues. Even though no one is likely to come forward to pursue the matter here, he still has some psychological barriers.

Cheng Shuang smiled and said, "Mr. Lizheng, I watched him draw the blueprints for these two things one by one."

He didn't say that he invented the thing, he only said that he drew the blueprint. This is not wrong. The blueprints were indeed drawn one by one by Wei Qinglang.

Wei Qinglang glanced at Cheng Shuang and nodded in response: "Yes, I drew the blueprint."