Bai Song had spent so many years in the palace, so he wasn't idle. He knew a lot about the situation there.

Seeing Yan Shuping say this, he didn't worry too much. He nodded and picked up the model of the threshing machine to study it. The more he studied it, the more amazing it seemed.

Yan Shuping also closed his eyes to rest. He hadn't slept well all night because of this matter, and there were still many things waiting for him when he got back.

Meanwhile, in Linjia Village, as soon as the county magistrate's carriage left, the villagers who had been hiding in the fields rushed out.

"Village head, why are you taking a horse-drawn carriage back to the village?"

"Village head, what are you doing bringing those people to Aunt Lin's house?"

"Village head, who are those people? Oh my, they look like rich people. The young man leading them is handsome just by looking at his figure."

"....……"

A group of people quickly surrounded Lin Lizheng, bombarding him with questions. Seeing this, Song Anxin quickly retreated, taking Lin Fenghe and Feng Yao up the mountain.

Upon hearing people discussing the county magistrate, Lin Lizheng raised his eyebrows and said:

"Old woman Yang, what nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by handsome or not? He's the county magistrate, how can we talk about him? We might get a beating later."

The villagers fell silent instantly, then after a second or two... suddenly erupted into a cacophony of voices.

"My goodness! That's the county magistrate!?"

"Good heavens! I actually met the county magistrate!"

"What are you seeing? We are the ones who have truly seen the magistrate."

Granny Han and Sister-in-law Lin came out together and addressed the villagers.

Grandma Han and the others had just recovered from their shock when they heard the commotion at the courtyard entrance and rushed out to join in the fun.

Aunt Zhao said, "Yes, Granny Han, you all were in the courtyard, so you must have seen the magistrate with your own eyes. Tell me what the magistrate looks like. We were too far away to see clearly. What did she say? Was she very fierce?"

The villagers have spent their entire lives in this small place. If there are any petty thefts or fights, they can just go to the village head and it will be resolved. No one has ever been to the government office, let alone seen the county magistrate.

Therefore, Lin Jiugui quickly compromised when he heard that Song Anxin was going to see the official.

The villagers were also very curious. They had tried to peek at it from the fields before, but even from so far away they couldn't see it clearly. They just felt that it had an unusual aura.

Seeing that the villagers were all staring at them, Stone's mother whispered, "I...I didn't dare to look."

Granny Han and Sister-in-law Lin were also humming and groaning.

"Hey, look at you guys, so pathetic. Let the village head speak. He came in the same carriage as the county magistrate, he's got guts, he'll definitely see it clearly."

Everyone turned their attention to Lin, the village head, who immediately straightened his back and said, "The magistrate's invitation for me to ride in the carriage with him is a sign of respect. How can you casually comment on the magistrate's appearance? Don't ask such questions."

The man then said, "Uncle Zheng, what brings the magistrate to our village? And why is he at Aunt Lin's house?"

The village headman said with a big smile, "Fengnian's mother has done a good deed. We can't tell you yet, but you'll find out when the time comes."

After Lin Lizheng finished speaking, he left. The villagers became even more curious and went to ask Granny Han and the others, but they also knew nothing about it.

So the villagers started speculating:

"What good deed did Fengnian's mother do to attract the county magistrate's attention?"

"Hey, do you know Sister-in-law Lin?"

Sister-in-law Lin shook her head and said, "How would I know? Don't make wild guesses. The village head said we'll know when the time comes."

Actually, Sister-in-law Lin had overheard a bit of it, something about a threshing machine... but even the village head wouldn't dare to spread rumors, so why would she? Her sister-in-law was truly remarkable; she even knew about this. The county magistrate had personally come to inquire about it. It seems that education really is a good thing.

The very next day, Linjia Village was in an uproar again. People from above had come to the village to make some kind of threshing machine. It was said that this thing could be threshed by simply stepping on it and putting the end with the rice in for half an hour. This was incredible!

Lin Lizheng led the carpenters to the center of the village, where there was a large open space with a century-old ginkgo tree in the middle. The tree had strong roots and lush foliage, providing ample shade. It was the villagers' favorite place to cool off, escape the summer heat, and chat. Lin Lizheng would also announce any important matters in the village here.

The carpenter was led by Old Man Bai, who had requested to come to Linjia Village. She wanted to buy some salted duck eggs from her mother's family during the harvest season.

The other recruited carpenters also led their teams to other villages. He was leading four of these carpenters' apprentices, whose apprentices were all in the palace.

Lin Lizheng said to Uncle Bai, "Master Bai, this place is spacious and cool. It's perfect for you to use the threshing machine here when it's not hot. I'll come and pick you up to go to my house when it's time to rest and eat."

Old Man Bai said, "Alright, thank you for your trouble, Lin Lizheng. But please don't call me Master Bai anymore, just call me Master Bai."

"Alright, Master Bai, then please take good care of it," Lin Lizheng said respectfully.

When the villagers saw that Lin Li had brought these people and a lot of equipment, they all gathered around to watch.

The village headman said to them solemnly, “The Emperor is wise. The imperial court has allocated funds to provide three threshing machines to each of our villages. From now on, during the autumn harvest, we won’t have to keep threshing the grain until our arms are so sore we can’t lift them anymore… and our arms are all swollen from all the falls… it feels like we’re peeling off a layer of skin every time…”

As he spoke, Lin Lizheng's eyes welled up with tears, and the women and old women below couldn't help but shed tears as well. If this thing could really harvest a hundred catties of rice in half an hour, and all it took was to tread on it, then they would be blessed.

Normally, they would use a large wooden tub to thresh the rice, surrounding it with rattan mats with only one opening to prevent the rice from splashing out. It was tiring for their arms and unbearably hot. Even a strong man might not weigh 100 pounds after threshing continuously for half an hour, let alone these women.

After the rice is threshed, some grains still have moisture on them and cannot be threshed off. They need to be dried and then threshed again with a flank, a process that is tedious and time-consuming.

Song Anxin also came over at this time. She didn't expect the imperial court to be so generous, allocating three timbers to each village. The timber was actually free, and they could use materials from nearby villages, as there were many mountains and trees in the villages.

The key is that the axle is expensive. If every village were to pool their money to make it, not every village would necessarily be able to use it.

It seems the imperial court still values ​​agriculture, which is a good thing for her as a farmer here.

Lin Lizheng changed the subject: "We all have to thank Fengnian Niang for this. It was Fengnian Niang who saw it in a book and then handed it over, which is why we have such a convenient threshing machine!"

The county magistrate came last time for this very reason, and it was thanks to Fengnian's threshing machine that it was successfully completed.

The whole village stared wide-eyed at Song Anxin standing to the side in disbelief. Aunt Lin Er could understand this?! No, wait, the village head said that Fengnian's mother read it in a book. Fengnian's mother can read books?

At this moment, Lin the Drunkard was also among them. Seeing how the villagers were intimidated by Lin Ersao, he spat and said:

"Uncle, you're not trying to fool us, are you? Lin Ersao doesn't know anything about this. She said she learned it from a book, but have you ever seen her read or write? You've probably forgotten all the tantrums she threw before."