Seeing Li Erlin come back with a wooden box, Li Ping'an was puzzled, but he was very sensible and did not ask what it was. Li Erlin had no intention of explaining. He just thought about it and quietly asked Li Ping'an to put it in his small box. inside.
Although he never asked Li Pingan what was in his little box, he knew that Li Pingan was very attached to the little box. Not only Li Pingan, but also Jixiang, Xinglong and Ruyi were very precious. Everyone had to take a look and put the money in Li Ping'an's box. If they kept a closer eye, it wouldn't make anyone think there was anything wrong.
As soon as Li Ping'an took over, the heavy weight made him guess what was in the box, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He thought that his father was also too big-hearted to let his child keep such things.
When no one was paying attention, he put the box in the box, took out the top few papers, and asked casually: "Dad, I heard that the Taoist priest who took Cao Ya in before saved Mr. Wang. Life?"
Li Erlin nodded and explained in detail what he heard from Mr. Wang. Li Ping'an was speechless. He never expected that the answer to the question that he had been puzzled by before was actually touched by Cao Ya. Light, and Cao Ya was touched by the long light.
What surprised Li Ping'an even more was that the Taoist priest's medical skills were so good that he cured Mr. Wang's whole family who was infected with the plague with just one move.
No wonder they dared to enter the epidemic area alone. As expected, the ancient Taoist priests were a group of gods. They not only knew astronomy and geography, but also knew medicine and chemistry. Some were even proficient in arranging troops, marching and fighting.
Why didn't I think of asking Cao Ya about the Taoist priest before? I have to ask Caoya later if he learned anything from the Taoist priest.
While he was feeling annoyed, Li Erlin looked at the paper in his hand and asked, "What is that in your hand?"
"Oh, this is a good thing. Dad, please accompany me to find Mr. Wang. I give this good thing to him as a thank you for the gift of food along the way."
Afraid that Li Erlin wouldn't believe it, Li Pingan pulled him aside, pointed at the pattern on the paper and explained incessantly. Li Erlin had a dumbfounded expression as he listened, looking at Li Pingan as if he were looking at a stranger. .
"You said you came up with this?"
"Yes!" Li Ping'an responded shamelessly.
"Is this thing reliable? Is it really as magical as you say?"
"It's possible. You won't know until it's reliable. But I can't do it by myself, so I need to give it to Mr. Wang. But I think there is generally no problem. If it is useful, Mr. Wang can give it to Mr. Wang. The words of the Prefect, it will definitely be a great achievement for the Prefect, I think Mr. Wang is willing to try even if he doesn’t believe it anymore.”
Li Erlin struggled for a moment, gritted his teeth, and took Li Pingan to Mr. Wang's place again.
"Why are you here again? Is there anything else?"
"This is my uncle, his name is Ping An. He has thought of something and wants to present it to Mr. Wang."
Mr. Wang glanced at Li Pingan, his eyes moved down and fell on the paper in Li Pingan's hand. He thought for a moment and nodded, "What is it?"
"A tool that is convenient for threshing millet, I call it a threshing machine." Li Ping'an presented the drawing. "If you use this tool to thresh millet, it will be less laborious and easier than the way we thresh millet now, and it will be faster." .”
Mr. Wang became interested immediately, took the drawing and observed it carefully, "Tell me about it in detail."
Although the threshing machine mentioned by Li Ping'an cannot increase crop yields, farming is a big deal, even if it is just about threshing millet. If it really has the effect he said, it is a sophisticated farm tool that can be operated well. If it goes well, it will be a great achievement for his second brother who is an official.
Li Ping'an pointed to the drawing and repeated what he had just said to Li Erlin. Since he had said it once before, he didn't stumble when he said it this time.
"This is a pedal threshing machine. You see, this is the pedal. When you step on the pedal, the long axis will drive the short axis, which will drive the big ratchet. The big ratchet will then drive the small ratchet. This rolling barrel will It will start to rotate, and then we just need to put the rice on the rotating drum, and the iron hoop on the drum will knock all the rice into the barrel..."
He often saw this thing when he was a child in his previous life, and even used it. Until the year he died of illness, people in the village were still using this traditional pedal threshing machine.
In fact, he has long wanted to think about making a threshing machine. In this era, threshing is really threshing, a big and heavy square bucket-shaped grain box. They hold handfuls of rice in the grain box. The rice was threshed hard against the wooden wall, which was laborious and time-consuming. It's just that he was still young before, so he didn't dare to act too evil, and the materials he needed to use were beyond the reach of an ordinary person like him.
Needless to say, iron is strictly controlled by the government. If you buy a pot or a kitchen knife, you must register it. You are not allowed to buy too much. If it is damaged, you need to buy a new one and you need to take the old one to be inspected. He just couldn't get those two gears out. It looked easy, but actually making them fit together would take a lot of time with his little carpentry skills.
Even if Mr. Wang has never worked in the fields, he can roughly imagine how sophisticated this so-called threshing machine is from Li Ping'an's words. If it is really effective, my second brother will definitely be able to go further with this thing.
Suppressing the ecstasy and excitement in his heart, he patiently listened to Li Ping'an's words and asked some questions, such as why the two ratchets are one big and one small, and whether too much iron is used and the high cost will affect the promotion. Li Ping'an also answered questions such as whether the place could be replaced with wood.
After solving the problem, Mr. Wang asked cheerfully: "It's safe, right? Have you studied carpentry?"
"No, I just thought that threshing was too tiring, so I figured it out by myself. To be honest, whether this threshing machine is effective depends on the effect it produces." Li Ping'an said with a smile.
Li Erlin was worried that Mr. Wang wouldn't believe it, so he answered: "Ping'an has been smart since he was a child. He often sneaked away to the county and didn't know what he was thinking about. When he was ten years old, he even found a job making tofu for the family. .”
"Don't worry, as the saying goes, "hearing is not true, seeing is believing. I know it in my heart. I will know if it is useful or not. You will know after making it and trying it." Even though he said this, Mr. Wang still has high expectations for this threshing machine. , after all, what Li Ping'an said was very clear, and what's more, all he was thinking about now was that his second brother had the capital to be promoted with this thing, and he never thought about failure.
Then he looked solemn and said, "Don't leak this matter for now. Ping An, you can settle down for the next two days. When I get to Zhoucheng, I will explain to my second brother that I will need to pick you up to guide you. My second brother is not ruthless. Man, if you have meritorious service, you will naturally not be stingy about rewards, nor will you be greedy for your merits."
Li Ping'an didn't care much about his merits or deeds. He was just a commoner. Even if the court rewarded him, it would only be money, rice and grain. To achieve a class jump, it was not enough to offer a threshing machine. He only cares about establishing a relationship with the Wang family. He has no backing. In the eyes of the landlords and squires, he is just a stand-in who can be suppressed and manipulated at will.
As the saying goes, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Finally, at Master Wang's request, Li Ping'an slowly said what he just said again, so that Butler Wang could record it on paper with a pen.
Therefore, Li Ping'an had a meal of white dry rice and bacon at Mr. Wang's place. He was still regretting it. If he had known, he would have called Ji Xiang Ruyi to come with him. If they had eaten white rice, dry rice and bacon, they would definitely be better. Will be very happy.
But then I thought about it, what's the point of eating casually? He's so unambitious. It won't be long before he can make his family eat rice, dry rice and meat.
He no longer wants to be afraid of this or that, and he is determined to hold on to the Wang family!
