Zhan Qingyue returned to the new village carrying large and small bags.
As soon as I entered the new village, I saw Uncle Fan and a few people sawing wood, as if they were making furniture.
When everyone saw her coming back, they all greeted her: "Miss Yue is back."
"Yeah, I'm back. What are you doing?"
Zhan Qingyue's face was full of peach blossoms, and her pair of apricot eyes were gleaming, as if she would drown in them if she took one more look at them.
"We are buying furniture. This is not a neat house in the village. Most of it is finished. The windows and wooden doors need to be made well. When we move into a new house in the future, there should be some stools and tables."
Uncle Fan answered politely with a smile in his eyes.
Zhan Qingyue's eyes lit up, her two thin red lips suddenly lifted up, her face full of joy.
I was worried that I had to find a knowledgeable carpenter to get the drawings of farm tools. I didn't expect that the carpenter was right in front of me.
"What a coincidence, Uncle Fan. I have been thinking about a farm tool in my free time these days. I was worried about not finding a good carpenter to knock it out. Now it's better."
Her bright eyes swept over the furniture that everyone was taking care of. White sawdust were flying in the sky, and there was a faint fragrance of wood.
Uncle Fan and others became interested and started asking questions.
"Miss Yue, what kind of farm tool is this?"
"We are pretty good at carpentry. Miss Yue, do you have the drawings? Let's try them out and let's see if they work."
Zhan Qingyue smiled from ear to ear when she saw that everyone was more excited than she was.
This is how a village should be united.
"You guys, you guys are so restless, why are you rushing me? I didn't see that Miss Yue just came back. She didn't even put down her luggage. You don't know how to get a glass of water."
Uncle Fan scolded them with a straight face.
"Miss Yue, go back and rest quickly. We'll talk about it after you've rested enough."
Fan Yuanxiu came forward very discerningly and helped Zhan Qingyue carry the things home.
Zhan Qingyue didn't waste any time and took out a drawing from a box while packing.
"Brothers from the Fan family, this is the farm tool I have been thinking about these days. Take a look and if there is anything you don't understand, just ask me."
Fan Yuanxiu took the drawing and looked at it. The lines were straight, and even the size of each part was clearly marked. A wooden plow that was beginning to take shape gradually took shape in his mind.
"Good thing, this is a good thing. If this thing is made, it will be a great thing for the benefit of the country and the people."
After saying that, regardless of Zhan Qingyue's reaction, he took the drawing and ran out.
After running for a few steps, he suddenly thought of something, stopped suddenly, turned around with a smile and shouted to Zhan Qingyue: "Miss Yue, I will take this drawing back and study it with everyone, and I will ask you if I don't understand anything. "
Zhan Qingyue's eyebrows were crescent, and she waved her hand at him: "Just come."
That night, when the moon was high in the sky, there were still bonfires in full swing in the new village, and the sound of clanking wood could be heard all the time.
The sound lasted for three days.
In the early morning of the third day, the cheers of several young men woke up the sleepy villagers.
"Great, we made the wooden plow."
"Yuanxiu, Yuanxiu, let me plow around quickly."
"Okay, okay, you guys who are neither gentle nor heavy are so frizzy, don't break things again."
"Yuanxiu, go and ask Miss Yue to come and take a look."
Uncle Fan looked at the young people who were still messing around and urged them hurriedly. The shock in his eyes never ceased.
Zhan Qingyue's eyes lit up as she looked at the shaped wooden plow.
I saw Fan Yuanxiu, a man who had never done farming before, effortlessly pushing a wooden plow in a circle, plowing a deep ravine in the ground.
"Miss Yue..."
Uncle Fan looked at Zhan Qingyue without hesitation, his eyes full of admiration.
Zhan Qingyue saw his hesitation, gave him an encouraging look and said: "Uncle Fan, if you have anything to say, it's okay to say it. As a fellow from my hometown, there is no need to be polite to me."
"Since Miss Yue is so cheerful, I'll just say it."
Fan Bochong made a bow to Qingyue with an extremely serious expression: "Miss Yue, we can report such good agricultural tools to the heaven and promote them. This is a good thing that benefits the country and the people."
Zhan Qingyue frowned slightly, feeling nervous due to his serious look.
"Uncle Fan, I am a countryman and I don't have much knowledge. Since you think this is a good thing that benefits the country and the people, then we will repay it."
Just do it, and immediately a few boys from the Fan family carried wooden plows and went into the county government office.
Nearly a month passed, and when Zhan Qingyue had almost forgotten about it, the county prime minister Fan suddenly visited halfway up the mountain.
"Zhan girl, Zhan girl! Happy event, huge happy event!"
Lord Fan jumped off the carriage and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Zhan Qingyue happened to be at home with someone to make soap today. When she heard the shouting, she hurriedly came out.
"Miss Zhan, it's a great joy. I'm very happy to see the farm tools you led the people to make. They are now being promoted in all states and counties."
Mr. Fan drank a bowl of tea handed over by Song Cuihua and started talking non-stop. The excitement did not subside for a long time.
"Miss Zhan, I'm looking forward to using the farm tools in your new village. It just so happens that the food in the fields is being harvested one after another. Can you lend it to us?"
Wang Fugui, the head of Changfu Village, saw that Mr. Fan had visited the new village specifically for this purpose, and immediately made up his mind to earn a living by farming with new farm tools.
"The vegetables I gave you earlier were grown in the fields of our village, so you should be the first to use the new farm tools."
Zhan Qingyue's eyes glazed over, she hadn't expressed her position yet, why was he holding her hostage morally?
"Village Chief Wang, it's not that I don't want to borrow them. It's true that the village doesn't make many farm tools. The village needs them for land reclamation. I'm sorry."
Zhan Qingyue's thin lips were pursed so tightly that her brows could kill flies, and her face was full of embarrassment.
There are still many fields being reclaimed in the new village. Using new farm tools can make everyone feel more relaxed. If the few new farm tools are loaned out, everyone will suffer.
Unexpectedly, the always polite Wang Fugui changed his face and knelt down towards Mr. Fan.
"Sir Fan, since the imperial court wants to promote new farm tools, I came to Miss Zhang to borrow them. This can be regarded as promotion, but sir, look at her, she immediately blocked my words."
"this…"
Master Fan's face gradually fell. He looked at Zhan Qingyue and Wang Fugui, in a dilemma.
Just when he was at a loss, a crisp voice sounded from the side.
"Sir, if the wooden plow in the new village cannot be used, why not ask Village Chief Wang to send someone to learn?"
Han Yiyun was seen carrying a bookcase on his back, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He raised his hand to wipe away the sweat, threw a smile at Zhan Qingyue, and then said to Master Fan and Wang Fugui:
"It's all about promotion. It's better to teach people how to fish than to teach them how to fish. If you directly learn how to do it, wouldn't it be like killing two birds with one stone?"
Master Fan's gloomy face lit up, and he looked at Han Yiyun with eyes filled with admiration.
"That's right! Wang Fugui, it's settled, don't borrow it, just send someone to learn it yourself."
