Wen Yan was now preoccupied with making money. She saved all the profits from improving farm tools and selling crispy rice blocks.
Fang Zhiyi saw through it immediately: "You want to run away?"
Wen Yan curled her lips: "What else? Get married? How can I get married at my age?"
Fang Zhiyi was helpless: "Where can you run? In ancient times, household registration checks were very strict, unless you hid in the mountains or became a bandit."
Wen Yan was speechless.
After a long time: "What can we do?"
Her voice was full of helplessness.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly asked: "Why don't you tell him directly?"
"Speak? You know how unreasonable those men were in ancient times! We haven't even gotten married yet, and he comes here every day, like I'm his property!"
Fang Zhiyi waited until she finished yelling before saying, "Where's your father?"
Wen Yan was stunned, thinking of her father secretly hiding his own money.
"In the context of the times, most people are the same, but there are exceptions. I think you can talk to him first." He paused, "If you can't get through, I can help you."
Wen Yan's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"real."
Half an hour later, Wen Yan's eyes almost rolled up to the sky as she looked at the man opposite her who just nodded silently no matter what she said.
"We didn't reach an agreement, what are your thoughts?" Wen Yan got angry at Fang Zhiyi. Although she said she was angry, she actually acted like a spoiled child.
"It's quite a chat, I think."
"How did you tell that?"
"Even with your bad temper, he didn't even frown. What's more, you didn't let anyone follow you, and look, they left."
Wen Yan looked back when she heard that, and indeed saw the figure walking away.
"Humph, that's too much."
A few days later, the "waterwheel" was made. Many villagers who heard the news came to see it. The carpenter and Wen Yan were quite busy. After all, one provided the idea and the other was trying it out, and the two of them could not put together a complete plan.
Especially with so many villagers watching, even Wen Yan felt a little nervous.
"Let me help you."
Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Yan turned around and saw the wooden face. She pursed her lips, said nothing, and just handed over a piece of wood.
She didn't expect that her future husband seemed to have a talent for structural work. Later, he became a carpenter and handed parts to Fang Zhiyi.
After all the assembly was completed, he even took out some firewood to adjust some uneven places.
"Let it go!" Wen Yan shouted, and Wen Xu, who had been guarding above, responded loudly.
The rushing water drove the waterwheel, and the villagers widened their eyes as they watched the land gradually become moist.
The news about the waterwheel irrigation method spread again, and people from the county came again. This time, the person was a middle-aged man with a mustache. He just took a look and nodded: "Waterwheel, well done." After a few words of verbal praise, he took people away.
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