Song Qinghe didn't say much and turned to work in the field.
Lu Jinguang didn't mean anything by it; he was just chatting casually with Song Qinghe to express his goodwill.
Otherwise, what if we scare Song Qinghe away?
There was no more capable educated youth in their village than her.
With so many people in the village present, it wasn't appropriate for an old man like him to get close to the educated youth and say too much.
Lu Jinguang quickly went off to attend to his own business.
Time always flies when you're working; it's gone in the blink of an eye.
The school exam results hadn't come out yet, but Song Qinghe didn't rest after returning home. She thought about it in her mind and simply sketched out the prototype of the wheat threshing machine on paper.
If possible, she would still be very willing to contribute her efforts to the development of this era.
I believe that no one would not want their motherland to become strong.
Even without my butterfly, these things would still emerge, but if they are because of me, I will still feel a little bit of a sense of accomplishment.
After Song Qinghe drew all the details on paper and confirmed that there were no problems, she lay down to sleep.
Sufficient sleep makes people feel energetic.
After waking up, Song Qinghe felt very comfortable and couldn't help but stretch.
After getting up and quickly washing up, I reappeared in the fields.
At the same time, he didn't forget to hand the paper to Lu Jinguang.
When Lu Jinguang saw Song Qinghe, he was a little stunned and didn't realize what was going on with her.
Could it be that Song Zhiqing needs to buy something, but she can't go to the supply and marketing cooperative and wants me to bring it back for her?
Lu Jinguang opened it, glanced at it, and then immediately closed it!
He had attended night school for a few days and could recognize some simple characters.
Wheat threshing machine.
What is that?
After Lu Jinguang closed it, he couldn't resist his curiosity, so he went to the side and secretly unfolded it to examine it carefully.
Seeing Lu Jinguang's little trick, Song Qinghe couldn't help but chuckle. She was afraid they wouldn't understand, so she specially drew two bundles of wheat ears on it. He should be able to understand it, right?
Never mind, she should go do her work first.
If there's anything she really doesn't understand, I'm sure Lu Jingguang will come and ask her himself.
Lu Jinguang was unaware of Song Qinghe's gaze; all his attention was drawn to the blueprints.
This is quite something!
Wheat, that's wheat, isn't it?
This was the first time he had ever seen a wheat threshing machine like this. In the village, wheat is now mostly harvested by hand, bundled up and dried, then crushed and flattened little by little with a stone mill.
Lu Jinguang had never seen such a machine before. If this thing were made, it would definitely be better than a stone mill.
In just a short while, one acre of wheat can be harvested.
You should know that in the past, after they finished harvesting wheat, it would take them more than a month just to thresh and dry the wheat.
Especially when the wheat is drying, they need to keep a close eye on it every day. If it starts to rain, their village will be in deep trouble.
We need to start harvesting the wheat immediately; otherwise, all our hard work this year will have been for nothing.
Not to mention the year-end grain distribution, they couldn't even scrape together the share to hand over to the commune.
However, if we were to actually make a copy of what Song Qinghe drew, things would be quite different.
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