As the sun sets, the power of the autumn heat weakens a little.
A group of six people left the Xishan Villa and walked into the countryside.
Yu Wenjun and Dong Shulan felt how fresh everything was. The unharvested golden rice swayed in the wind, and the fragrance of rice came towards them. It was so pleasant to smell. This was an experience they had never had before, and they felt that the trip was worthwhile.
There were many farmers working in the fields, and even many children were in the fields.
The adults were busy harvesting and threshing, while the children were busy catching fish in the fields - the fish were already very plump and tasted extremely tender.
"The young master is here!"
"The young master is here to see us!"
"Master, Master!"
The farmers straightened up and waved to Fu Xiaoguan. The children screamed like crazy, then ran ashore one by one with fish in their hands and ran towards Fu Xiaoguan quickly.
The female expert standing behind Yu Wenjun suddenly stood in front of Yu Wenjun, even holding the hilt of the sword. Yu Wenjun was stunned for a moment and said two words lightly: "It's okay."
The female master glanced at Su Mo who was walking at the end. Su Mo was extremely calm.
"Your Highness..."
"I've told you many times, don't call me that."
"If there is an assassin..."
"Look at them, do they look like assassins? I now order you to stand back and do nothing!"
The child who was running in front came up to Fu Xiaoguan. He tied two crucian carps weighing about half a pound with straw and said, "Master, this is for you. The soup made from this fish is delicious. You should drink more."
Another child ran over and said, "Master, this carp is for you!" The child handed a carp weighing two or three pounds to Fu Xiaoguan as if he was presenting a treasure.
"Okay, okay, I'll take them all. Thank you!"
"Master, we thank you!"
Many children were running, fearing that if they were slow the young master would leave and they would not be able to eat the fish they caught.
Soon, Su Mo and Chunxiu looked at Fu Xiaoguan with resentment, with a lot of fish in their hands.
Wang Er walked over while wiping his sweat, took a look, turned around and shouted to the field: "Wang Qiang, send the young master's fish back first."
"Okay!"
Wang Er was still holding the teacup in his hand. He looked at the two women wearing face scarves behind Fu Xiaoguan and realized that they might be someone related to the young master.
He smiled at Fu Xiaoguan and said, "Master, look, the harvest is almost halfway done. It will be almost finished in two days."
Fu Xiaoguan looked up at the sky and said with a smile, "Tomorrow's weather will be good, so we need to dry the fruits and store them in the warehouse as soon as possible. Your second son is still at the cement mill. Do you have enough labor at home?"
"It's enough. Wang Qiang and I will harvest. Wang Qiang will carry the crops home, and my wife will be in charge of turning and drying them. We should be able to finish harvesting tomorrow, and after that we have to go help my in-laws."
"I'm afraid your daughter-in-law will be exhausted."
"Hahaha!"
The old farmer's laughter echoed in the fields. Wang Er walked along the ridge of the field with Fu Xiaoguan, talking about farm matters and their dreams for the future.
When they reached a field, they stopped. Fu Xiaoguan pointed at the mixing barrels in the field and said, "This is very tiring and not very efficient."
Yu Wenjun and Dong Shulan had been following behind Fu Xiaoguan and heard their conversation. They looked at each other and thought that the man was even stranger.
They barely understood what Fu Xiaoguan and Wang Er were talking about, but Fu Xiaoguan actually did! Not only did he understand, he seemed quite professional about it, which was puzzling.
At this moment, Wang Er also looked at Fu Xiaoguan with confusion and said, "This is how we thresh rice every year. Is there any way to improve it?"
The current situation of threshing rice is as follows: first cut a piece of rice, then someone takes the rice and beats it hard in a mixing bucket to knock down the grains. When there is more grain in the mixing bucket, pick it up and take it to the drying yard to dry.
"I hadn't considered that. We could make a thresher, like this."
Fu Xiaoguan squatted down by the field, picked up a pebble and started drawing on the ground.
"This thing isn't complicated. It's a round barrel with iron nails stuck to it. There's an axle in the middle, and a crank. It's fixed inside the mixing barrel. One person cranks the crank, and the barrel spins. The other person passes the rice up, and the friction from the iron nails pulls the rice off. Even though it requires two people, it's much more efficient and saves effort."
Wang Er also squatted down, frowned, looked at it for a moment, and nodded: "Master, this is a very good idea."
"Go get one and try it yourself when you have time. It doesn't have to be an iron nail; the main purpose is to increase friction."
"Take me to Wangjia Village to have a look." Fu Xiaoguan patted the mud off his hands and stood up.
"good."
The group continued walking forward and after crossing the stone bridge, they could see the unbuilt houses on the other side of the harvested rice fields.
"That cement works very well and is very solid, so building a house is much faster," said Wang Er.
"Well, I was just thinking about it. To make it easier to dry the crops, when the cement in Xishan is less in short supply, every household can use this cement to smooth the drying yard. That way, they won't need drying mats."
"This... cement is a rare commodity. Isn't it a waste to use it to build a drying yard?"
"This thing is not rare. The yield will increase in the future. Even the ridges of the fields can be paved with cement roads. Take your time. Anyway, it will get better and better."
A simple smile appeared on the old farmer's dark face. He firmly believed in the young master. Although the houses in front of him had not been built yet, the foundation had been completed. They were courtyard houses, built with blue bricks, blue tiles and cement.
Before the young master came to Xishan, Wang Erlian didn't even dare to think about it.
Even if it was for his son Wang Qiang's marriage, the new house he wanted to build was just three mud-walled houses, nothing like what he has now, which is a overnight success.
The villagers were very satisfied and their love for the young master was beyond words.
"I have an idea for you to listen to and see if it can be realized."
"Master, you say."
"Once the grain is in the granary, you will lead a construction team dedicated to building houses. Through the construction of Wangjia Village, you will gather some experience. In the future, your team will promote this experience and build houses for more villages. Of course, there will be a fee for building houses. I will have Zhang the butler give you the cost of cement, bricks and tiles, and you can set the price for the labor. You can calculate the cost yourself and report it to me for approval. What do you think?"
"This is a good thing. The villagers will definitely be willing to do this to earn extra income during the off-season."
"I will call a meeting of all the clan leaders in a few days. I will discuss this matter at the meeting. You need to be prepared."
Fu Xiaoguan and his party returned to the Xishan Villa when it was getting dark.
They walked a lot this time, but Yu Wenjun and Dong Shulan didn't feel tired.
They were now full of curiosity and inexplicably felt that Fu Xiaoguan was really powerful.
At this moment, Fu Xiaoguan went to the kitchen and said that such a fat fish should not be ruined by the chef.
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