"Okay, I'll hold the torch for you."
As soon as Zhao Dashu got down to the ground, he stumbled and almost fell down his rice seedling horse.
"Slow down. You're too impatient at your age." The village chief was afraid that the baby would be broken by him. If he delayed any further, he would have to wait for years.
"I'll do it, you hold the torch for me." He stuffed the torch in his hand into Zhao Dashu's hand.
The two torches could only illuminate a small part of the area in front of them. The torches moved with the village chief...
The village chief became more and more comfortable with it, and soon he had finished a row of weeds without any pain in his waist or legs. He would not feel tired all day long if he weeded in this way. The most important thing was that it was faster than bending over to weed.
"Amazing! Amazing! Dashu, did you see that? I have planted a whole ridge of land in just a short while." The village chief slapped his thigh in joy, "Even the old farmers can't do this fast."
"I see, I see. Village chief, please let me try it too."
The two men took turns to plant the rice seedlings, and they were still not satisfied until they had finished planting a small plot of land at the village chief's house.
"Dashu, go back and take a nap. We will go to the county government office at dawn. By the way, tell your carpenter not to rest and continue making rice seedlings."
There was no certainty, so he didn't dare to ask the village carpenters to join him. He knew that this thing was most likely the idea of Zhao Xiaoyu, because she would make toys for Lihua whenever she had time. The credit should be given to her father for the time being, because it would be hard to convince people that he brought a girl with him.
Without Xiaoyu to worry about, she was happy to have some free time and could sleep soundly every day.
The second day.
The Song family said that the village chief came to recruit people at daybreak and was more enthusiastic than their own family members.
Zhao Xiaoyu lost all interest in playing and stayed at home all day waiting for news.
County government office.
Zhao Dashu was holding a rice seedling horse, covered with a layer of black cloth, while the village chief was running around everywhere, stuffing red envelopes just to meet the county magistrate.
When he came, he told Zhao Dashu that the county magistrate was a good official and would not take credit for his achievements. If his achievements could be promoted, the county magistrate would also have political achievements.
"Big tree, big tree," the village chief ran over, "Come on, follow me, we're going to see the county magistrate. Don't be nervous, just say what I taught you this morning, understand?"
How could he not be nervous? It was the first time in his life that he met such a high-ranking official.
"If I say something wrong later, you have to remind me."
"Okay." The village chief didn't say that he was already nervous, fearing that he would get even more nervous and delay things. Dashu had never seen a county magistrate, and he had never seen a county magistrate before. The most he had seen was a yamen runner who came to the village to collect taxes. He was lucky enough to have met a legal advisor once.
The reason why the county magistrate wanted to meet them was because the messenger told him that there was a capable man in the other village who had made a device that could be used to plant rice while sitting.
He was a little curious about how one could plant rice while sitting, and he didn't think the other party would lie to him. As long as the other party was not mentally ill, he would not dare to lie to him.
"Let them in."
"Village chief, my legs are weak and I can't speak for a while. Please help me."
"If you have some potential, you have nothing to be afraid of. The county magistrate has no more eyes or legs than us. He is the same as us."
That being said, he is an official and he is a commoner, a high-ranking official who can kill him.
"Your humble servant greets the county magistrate." Zhao Dashu didn't even dare to look up. He knelt directly after entering the hall, still holding his baby tightly in his arms.
It rained mud last night, but now it has been washed clean.
"I heard that you made a rare thing that allows people to sit and plant rice."
"Reporting to the lord, this is it," Zhao Dashu opened the rice seedlings wrapped in black cloth, "People can sit here and plant the seedlings. A lot of seedlings can be placed here in the front." Zhao Dashu was almost dead from carrying them all the way. He would carry them away with the village chief later.
The county magistrate had no idea what was going on with this thing, and couldn't understand it. He just thought it looked a bit like a boat. He had to see how to plant rice with this thing.
"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. I have prepared a rice field. How about you plant it for me?"
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