Li Qiao: "..."
He pushed Li Miao out and closed the courtyard door directly.
Li Liang is fifteen years older than the original person, and Li Shu is thirteen years older than the original person.
When the original person was six years old and was about to go to a private school, Li Shu didn't want to support the original person to study. He happened to be married at that time, so he broke up the family.
So Li's father and Li's mother divided the family property into three equal shares, and Li Shu didn't suffer at all.
After the family separation, Li's father and Li's mother saved money for two years before sending the original person to a private school when he was eight years old.
During the ten years when Yuan Shu was studying, only Li Liang quietly stuffed the original person with copper coins and stuffed him with food, while Li Miao never gave the original person a grain of wheat.
It is really ridiculous for Li Mo to say such a thing now.
Li Qiao finished loosening the soil, locked the courtyard door, and went to the village chief with half a catty of mung bean cake.
The old village chief of Sanliu Village is named Zhuang Fengshou. He is over sixty years old. It is already dark now, and the banker is having dinner when Li Qiao arrives.
Ever since he sent the fish last time, Zhuang Fengshou's family's attitude towards him has become much better. When they saw him coming, they invited him to sit down and eat together.
Li Qiao waved his hand, sat on the small bench, and directly expressed his intention.
After hearing this, Zhuang Fengshou and his family were shocked: "You want to teach the villagers how to make wheat sickle for free?!"
Chapter 10: Accepting Li Qiao’s love, the prodigal son returns with no money in return
The banker's family is well off, with a total of 200 acres of land. He is a landlord's home.
During the wheat harvest season, they have always hired long-term and short-term workers to harvest the wheat, but Zhuang Fengshou has always attached great importance to the wheat harvest, and the Zhuang people also have to work in the fields.
Therefore, at noon today, when Zhuang Fengshou came home from the wheat field, he happened to see Li Liang showing off his wheat sickle.
He even tried it himself.
This wheat sickle requires skill and a lot of strength, but compared to a small sickle, it can be regarded as an artifact for cutting wheat.
Now, Li Qiao wants to teach everyone how to make wheat sickle for free?
"Why?"
Zhuang Fengshou's grandson Manor was about the same age as Li Qiao, and he immediately asked everyone present their doubts.
Everyone in Sanliu Village knew that Li Qiao owed dozens of taels of gambling debt. This wheat sickle was much easier to use than an ordinary sickle. He would definitely make a lot of money by making wheat sickles for everyone.
"Actually, the method is very simple, and a farmer will understand it after just a few glances."
Li Qiao did not hesitate to point out the most direct reason.
Of the whole wheat sickle, the most complex one is the scythe.
But he didn't open a blacksmith shop, so this step was not under his control.
As for the long pole on the sickle and the wooden fence, these are too simple. There is no need to find a carpenter, a farmer can make them himself.
In this world without intellectual property rights, once there are more wheat sickles, others will definitely imitate them instead of paying him to make them.
Moreover, even if he charges a fee, how much should he charge?
Country people are frugal and would like to break a penny in half and spend it. The price he wants is low and he suffers a loss, so he might as well sell fish.
The price he asked was so high that not only were the villagers reluctant to part with the money, but they also thought he was trying to trick people.
The original person's reputation was bad enough, but it was so bad that Han Xiaoyan spit on his face and he had to be so angry. If he cheated the villagers again, he would no longer be able to stay in the village.
Therefore, the job of making wheat sickles has low income and takes up his time. It is a completely loss-making business.
It's better to teach everyone the method for free so that you can earn a good reputation in Sanliu Village.
He didn't want to be pointed at his nose and scolded again.
From now on, those who use wheat sickle in Sanliu Village, no matter what they think in their hearts, they must give him a good face.
Otherwise it will be his turn to fall out.
Thinking like this, he added: "This method is not worth a few copper coins. And if I do it alone, the speed will be too slow and it will delay everyone's harvesting of wheat."
"It's better to spread the method so that everyone can do it. Then you can just go to the blacksmith shop and make a sickle yourself."
"But you still suffered a loss."
After Zhuang Feng listened to Li Qiao's explanation, his eyes flashed and he said this.
"What's wrong with it? This is the method I learned from miscellaneous books. It's not my original creation."
"Besides, because of my bastard behavior, the whole village was embarrassed before, so I should consider it as compensation to the village."
Li Qiao said with a smile.
There is nothing new in the countryside on weekdays, so the fact that the bookmaker's thugs came to the village to chop off one of his legs was a big news, and all the nearby villages knew about it.
The original person put a negative label on the village. Now when people from other villages mention Sanliu Village, the first thing they think of is the original person.
He came up with this wheat sickle, which can be regarded as a new label for Sanliu Village.
After Zhuang Feng heard these words, he also laughed. As the village chief, there was a bastard like Li Qiao in the village before, and his face was not bright.
Li Qiao said again: "However, I am busy catching and selling fish, and I don't have time to teach the folks in our village one-on-one. I hope you can find a few people, and I will teach these people how to make wheat sickle, and then Let these people teach it to all the fellow villagers."
"This is what it should be. We can't delay your business."
Zhuang Fengshou nodded.
Just as Zhang Xiuhua guessed, Li Qiao caught two wheat sickles in just a few days, which shows that selling fish is a profitable job.
Li Qiao cannot be delayed from selling fish.
"Then you can take the time to gather everyone together and announce this."
"I'll let Xiaoyuan call someone right now."
Zhuang Fengshou's method of calling people was to ask the manor to walk around the village carrying a gong and tell everyone to go to the three willow trees at the entrance of the village because he had something important to announce.
Zhuang Fengshou has been the village chief for decades, but he has a high prestige in the village. If he says it is a big deal, it is definitely a big deal.
After hearing the sound of the gong, most of the villagers sent someone to the village entrance to find out what the big deal was, except for those who couldn't leave their homes.
One after another, the villagers arrived at the entrance of the village.
Many people were eating, either holding bowls or steamed buns in their hands, eating while walking.
When Zhuang Fengshou saw that the people were almost there, he stood on a table half a meter high with the help of the manor.
Then, he announced Li Qiao's decision with a serious and confident face.
"What???"
"Teach everyone for free?"
"Village Chief, are you telling the truth?!"
"Is there such a good thing?"
…
Zhuang Fengshou's words were like big rocks thrown into the water, causing big waves.
People who know what Maichan is are shocked and delighted.
If you don’t know what the wheat sickle is, ask around quickly.
For a time, it was busier under the willow tree than in the market.
Zhuang Fengshou patiently waited for everyone to finish talking, and then said: "Of course this is true."
"How about the wheat sickle? Many people have tried it with their own hands. It is definitely a good item. If you want to use wheat sickle, then remember what I say next."
"Although Li Qiao learned the wheat sickle method from a book, in the end he was the one who made it first. He taught the method to everyone for free. From now on, in our village, except for the Li family, all people who use wheat sickle will , everyone must accept his love!"
Li Qiao: "..."
There was a smile in his eyes.
This old village chief is really understanding.
After the others listened, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they all agreed with Zhuang Fengshou's words.
Even though Li Qiao was a bastard before, he didn't cause any actual losses to his fellow villagers. Now that Li Qiao made wheat sickles for them to benefit from, they really had to thank Li Qiao.
"As for the Li family, Li Qiao made the wheat sickle, which is enough to earn the Li family's face back. A prodigal son will never be replaced by gold. You are a family. It's time to change your attitude towards Li Qiao."
Zhuang Fengshou said something serious again.
Li Dashan was here and sighed when he heard this: "Village chief, don't worry, my mother is also a sharp-tongued person. After she got the wheat sickle today, she never criticized my uncle again."
"Your mother is sensible."
Zhuang Fengshou gave a compliment.
Wang Guihua always showed her teeth and claws when she saw Li Qiao, but she still paid off Li Qiao's gambling debt. It wasn't until Li Qiao threw food around that she really stopped caring about Li Qiao's food.
As a sister-in-law, it's enough to reach this point.
But Li Qiao happened to be here, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Village chief, what did Li Qiao do to the Li family in the past! If he wants us to change our attitude towards him, then he must at least give each of us a wheat sickle." "
When Zhuang Fengshou heard this, his face suddenly darkened: "Did you give him money or grain? Don't think that the villagers are blind, he is in trouble for Li Liang's family!"
"A wheat sickle costs five hundred and ten cents. If you want it, it will be in vain. Just think about it in your dreams!"
"That's right, Li Miao, you and Li Qiao separated their families a long time ago. Li Qiao has never eaten or drank from you."
Zhang Xiuhua stood up and supported Zhuang Fengshou's words.
Other villagers couldn't stand it either. Li Qiao's request was too much. One wheat sickle cost five hundred and ten cents. With so many people in the Li family, where could Li Qiao get so much money?
For a time, everyone under the willow tree condemned Li Shu. Li Shu's face turned red with anger, but he could not refute.
Tao Zhu stood behind the crowd, listening to these words, pursed his lips tightly to avoid laughing.
Deserve it.
Zhuang Fengshou saw that everyone was done, so he waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
