Chapter 205 Thresher and Windmill
Xu Zhichun looked at Aunt Hua and said, "Aunt Hua, you're gossiping and hurting people. I want to ask you, is this good for you? Can you gain anything from it?"
Aunt Hua moved her lips and was speechless.
The Yang family felt that Xu Zhichun's words were too unpleasant to hear, and their faces turned pale. Yang Feng, the second son of the Yang family, couldn't help but point at Xu Zhichun and glare at him: "You better be polite!"
Aunt Liang scolded: "Yang Feng, don't you know what your mother did? You still have the nerve to ask others to be polite? If this is not polite, what is polite? Why don't you see if your mother is polite?"
Xu Zhichun sneered slightly: "Don't worry, I will be polite. I can't afford to offend you Yang family, but I can afford to avoid you. I will not have anything to do with you Yang family in the future. All the uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters-in-law present here are witnesses. I will have no more dealings with the Yang family in the future."
"In front of everyone, I, Xu Zhichun, swear once again that I will never remarry in this lifetime. If I break this oath, I will be struck by lightning and suffer a miserable end. Uncle Yang Ming, Xiao An, you can continue to do our housework. You will still be paid as you should, and you will still do what you should do. This is an open and honest matter, and I am not afraid of being slandered by others."
Uncle Yang Ming's eyes were filled with tears and he was filled with gratitude: "Okay, okay"
Yang Xiaoan's eyes also turned red: "Thank you, Sister Zhichun."
He was so scared and conflicted. After this incident, it was best to avoid suspicion. He and his father shouldn't take this job anymore, but he couldn't bear to give it up. Two hundred wen a month was enough to buy fifty kilograms of white rice. Fifty kilograms of rice would allow them to eat for a month without having to save.
Liang Lizheng frowned, "Let's leave it at that. Sister Hua, you should control your mouth. Brother Yang, you should control your mouth too. We're all from the same village, why bother? Just like Zhichun said, what good can you gain by saying such hurtful things? Stop doing things that hurt others and don't benefit yourself."
Yang Laosan was very upset
He glared at Aunt Hua angrily. "What did this old woman do to him by putting him in trouble with her foul mouth? What did she say? He died unjustly!"
"It's all gone, it's all gone!"
Aunt Zhu'er and the others also arrived and accompanied Xu Zhichun back. Liang Lizheng called two people, and together with Yang Xiaoan, they helped Yang Ming back.
Because of all the commotion and delay, Xu Zhichun didn't have enough time to make the ice jelly, so he had to ask Chunfen to help cook, and she quickly got started.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
I've heard that Aunt Hua is a gossip, talking nonsense about other people's private affairs every day. I never expected that one day she would say something so outrageous to me.
She and Uncle Yang Ming? How could this woman have such a wild imagination?
It's not a hole, it's a skylight.
When they went into the city to set up a stall that day, Xiaoyan and her friends shared the same hatred for the enemy and helped her to scold Hua Pozi all the way, which made Xu Zhichun laugh.
That night, Xu Zhichun's consciousness entered the warehouse space and searched for books among the huge amount of supplies.
Because the rice harvest was about to begin, she also had the opportunity to see the tools used today for threshing and winnowing.
In a word, it's too primitive.
The foot-operated thresher is already an antique for modern people, but now even this antique in her imagination is gone, and everything relies entirely on manpower.
The ripe rice is cut down in handfuls, and the threshing is done by strong adult men who swing handfuls of rice and hit them hard against the edge of a small square wooden barrel with a wide mouth and bottom. This thing is called a rice barrel.
It's pure physical work, even a strong man can't handle it, and it takes several people taking turns to do it.
There is no strong adult man in her family. If she does this job herself, her arms will break, right?
Of course she wasn't that stupid, she could only hire someone.
The thresher is quite advanced.
There are also wooden windmills used to sift out the shriveled grains and mixed fine grass debris.
There is no such thing either.
It all depends on using a winnowing basket to winnow the rice bit by bit, which is inefficient and tiring, and the effect is not very good. It is nothing compared to a windmill. Just crank the handle and the creaking wind blows away all the shriveled rice, leaving the basket with full, golden grains.
And pounding rice is quite tiring. Wouldn't it be easier to build a water mill by the river?
Xu Zhichun was originally conflicted, thinking that he seemed to have been a little too high-profile recently. He thought it would be better for him to do nothing, be low-key and quiet, and make a fortune quietly.
Threshing and other things wouldn't tire her out anyway, because she had no intention of doing it herself. After making so much money, of course she wanted to enjoy herself, so she just hired someone.
But now, she changed her mind.
I have already thought of the excuse. I will say that I saw it by chance in some book some time ago. I didn't remember how to draw the blueprint before. After trying for two or three years, I finally perfected the blueprint, so I am presenting it now.
Anyway, she had hurt her brain and had long forgotten her origins.
Even if the county magistrate cannot completely dispel his suspicions, this thing will still be useful to him, right?
He is such a smart person, so he naturally won't get stuck in a rut.
Xu Zhichun needs the county magistrate's commendation.
The more capable she is and the higher she stands, the better she can protect herself.
Otherwise, even if she made so much money, wouldn't people like Aunt Hua still speak with malicious intent and harm others without benefiting themselves?
How dangerous.
If Uncle Yang Ming hadn't risked his life and hanged himself under the eaves of Aunt Hua's house, the whole village would probably have been talking about her and Uncle Yang Ming in a couple of days.
There is no way to clarify this kind of thing.
After finding the relevant books, Xu Zhichun used an eyebrow pencil to trace the drawings bit by bit on rice paper, and placed the two books in a warehouse where they were easily accessible. After tracing the drawings, she also had to memorize the principles.
It took two days to finally get it done.
After delivering tomatoes and ice jelly to Manager Tang that day, Xu Zhichun went to the backyard of the county government office again with the drawings in his pocket.
The concierge was already familiar with her. He greeted her politely with a smile, "Madam Xu!" and invited her in directly. "Are you looking for Madam Ji? Madam Xu, please come in and wait. It's hot outside. I'll send someone to report to Madam Ji right away."
Xu Zhichun thanked him with a smile and drank tea in the gatehouse.
Soon a little girl ran over and said, "Madam Xu, Madam is asking you to come in."
"Why!"
Xu Zhichun followed the little girl to the familiar small flower hall.
Nanny Ji had a kind face and bright eyes. She smiled with interest and said, "What goodies has Madam Xu brought this time? We made some delicious ice jelly at home. Madam and Master love it very much. And the tomatoes are sour and sweet. Whether they are cooked or eaten raw, they are very appetizing. Madam and Master like them too."
Even though she was used to being calm and steady, she couldn't help but feel a little excited when she saw Xu Zhichun coming.
After a while, she got to know Xu Zhichun a little bit. She was not the kind of person who would come here to show off her presence for no reason.
(End of this chapter)
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