While Shen Zhiyao was selling fast food in full swing on the dock, Mao Dazhuang was putting the pounded brown rice into the windmill to separate it in the village.
Madam Wu and Madam He Wangluoquan cooked dinner for the craftsmen together.
On the field outside Zhuangzi, Gan Lixin was wearing plain clothes and visiting the countryside.
Behind him was still the guard with the knife.
Seeing the piles of straw everywhere in the field, Gan Lixin thought about the information he had learned and said happily:
“This year’s harvest is okay.”
He has secretly visited several villages under Tongfang County in the past few days. Judging from each village, this year's harvest is similar to previous years.
Along the field ridge, Gan Lixin walked into the field where Zhuangzi belonged.
Looking up, you can see the houses of Mao Dazhuang and He Wangluoquan in the distance.
"what is that?"
As he got closer, Gan Lixin saw the windmill that Mao Dazhuang was rocking.
With a move in his heart, Gan Lixin walked towards Mao Dazhuang's house.
"Dad, someone is coming to the door."
Mao Dazhuang's daughter Mao Chunyu shouted when she saw the stranger.
Mao Dazhuang raised his head and looked at Gan Lixin blankly: "What's the matter with you guys?"
Gan Lixin pointed at the windmill: "Little brother, could you please use this object in front of me again?"
"Ah?" Mao Dazhuang was confused again.
Gan Lixin looked at the separated rice bran, and then at the white rice placed in the basket under the discharge port.
"This object is used to separate chaff. I was passing by the field and saw this object for the first time. I found it very strange, so I wanted to take a look at it more."
Mao Dazhuang saw that his temperament did not look like that of an ordinary person, but he also looked ignorant. He immediately became alert: "You haven't seen Gu Fengche? You don't want to learn how to do it secretly, do you?"
After using the Valley Windmill these days, Mao Dazhuang is well aware of the convenience of the Valley Windmill.
If someone wants to secretly learn to make a windmill, it is entirely possible.
But this was given by his employer, and he had to protect it.
Thinking so, Mao Dazhuang glanced at the knife-wielding guard behind Gan Lixin from the corner of his eye.
"Little brother, you misunderstood." Gan Lixin shook his head good-temperedly.
After a moment, he revealed his identity and said: "My surname is Gan, and I am the new magistrate of Tongfang County."
"Magistrate Gan!"
Mao Dazhuang was dumbfounded. What did he just say? He even said that the county magistrate wanted to study secretly!
Mao Dazhuang bent his knees, pulled his daughter Mao Chunyu beside him, and knelt down directly to Gan Lixin: "Fuck, I have seen the county magistrate before!"
"No need to be polite." Gan Lixin held his shoulders and asked him and Mao Chunyu to get up.
"Master, what's wrong? The county magistrate is here?" Madam Wu heard Mao Dazhuang's excited voice and walked out of the kitchen with the other two ladies in surprise.
Mao Dazhuang nodded: "Daughter-in-law, two sisters-in-law, come and see the county magistrate."
Madam Wu and the other three people were in a hurry to receive the gift.
Gan Lixin asked them to go their separate ways.
After Mrs. Wu and the others left, Gan Lixin said to Mao Dazhuang again: "Can I use it again now? I just feel that this thing may be beneficial to the people, and I want to observe it more."
The county magistrate made a request, how could Mao Dazhuang dare not respond.
He immediately continued pouring brown rice into the funnel and cranked the handle.
The grain windmill whirred, and after a while, another basket of rice was separated.
After Gan Lixin read it for a long time, he asked Mao Dazhuang: "Did you make this valley windmill yourself?"
"Sir, it was our boss who made it."
"Your boss? Can you recommend me? I want to discuss something with your boss."
That night, Shen Zhiyao found out that the county magistrate was looking for her.
Hearing that it was related to the Valley Windmill, Shen Zhiyao went to Zhuangzi the next morning.
Not long after she arrived, Gan Lixin and his guard with swords appeared.
"Oh it's you."
Gan Lixin still remembered Shen Zhiyao. After all, the food she cooked was very novel and had never been eaten even in the capital, and her appearance would not be forgotten.
"Shen Zhiyao, a common man, has met the county magistrate." Shen Zhiyao greeted him with neither humility nor arrogance.
Gan Lixin said in a consultative tone: "Mr. Shen, yesterday I saw the windmill on your village. The same weight of brown rice can be shortened by at least twice the time compared with a dustpan, and the rice can be separated more easily." clean.
The Valley Windmill can facilitate and benefit the people. I want to donate the Valley Windmill to the Emperor so that it can be promoted in Daqi. I wonder if Mr. Shen can agree. "
"Don't worry, Mr. Shen. I will not lose the credit for Mr. Shen's family. If this happens, I will try my best to get the maximum reward for Mr. Shen's family."
Gan Lixin has a sincere attitude and is dedicated to serving the people.
After listening to his words, Shen Zhiyao thought in her heart:
sure!
If Gu Fengche catches the emperor's eye, wouldn't it immediately increase her reputation? Then she and Uncle Chen's cooperation with Gu Fengche can take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune.
It didn't matter if someone else found out how to make the Gufengcha. She didn't expect to make money with the Gufengcha all the time.
With this in mind, Shen Zhiyao looked at Gan Lixin's elegant face and agreed to his request.
"Dr. Shen, when will we be able to build another windmill?"
"Master Gan, Cao Min will not give you an answer until tomorrow."
After a few days, Uncle Chen should have a few ready. She will go to Lihua Village tomorrow to have a look.
After discussing the time, Gan Lixin took his guards and left.
At this time, Mrs. Wu came over holding a wooden board.
"Master, here is the breakdown of the money I spent on vegetables these days. Please take a look."
Shen Zhiyao took the thin wooden board.
I saw some scrawled paintings, vertical bars and some horizontal bars of different lengths painted on the wooden boards with burnt sticks.
"What is this?" Shen Zhiyao pointed to something painted on the wooden board that looked like a long worm.
Mrs. Wu said shyly: "These are beans, boss. I can't write, so I tried to draw."
Although her boss directly gave her the money to buy food for the craftsmen without asking any questions, she had to remember every sum of money to make her boss feel at ease.
"The one string on top of the bean refers to the first day, and the two strings on the back refer to the second day."
Shen Zhiyao looked down and continued to ask: "Where are the horizontal lines next to the beans? They are different lengths. Do they refer to different amounts of silver?"
Mrs. Wu nodded: "The short one refers to one penny, and the long one refers to one tael of silver."
"My boss, my painting is not good and I make my boss laugh."
However, this was the only solution she could think of.
"Who said the painting was not good, but it is so good! Madam Wu, how did you come up with the idea of remembering it in this way?"
Shen Zhiyao's eyes sparkled with surprise. Isn't this the prototype of the form?
The wisdom of the ancients cannot be underestimated!
Madam Wu said truthfully: "My boss, at first I was thinking of drawing what kind of vegetables I bought on which day and how much money each dish cost.
Anyway, the food I buy every day is not much different. If I draw it like this, I don’t have to draw it again every day. I only need to draw how much money I spent on it, and it’s also convenient to look at. "
"You are so smart and powerful!" Shen Zhiyao admired her very much.
Madam Wu blushed slightly, she had never been praised so bluntly before.
"I have an idea." Shen Zhiyao suddenly thought of something and her eyes lit up.
