He started talking about Mai Lian again.
"Li Qiao made five scythes at the county's blacksmith shop today, and they will be available the day after tomorrow."
"But your scythe is still nowhere to be seen."
"The price of the wheat sickle is relatively high. It costs 510 cents per buck. There is only one blacksmith shop in our county. If you want to get the wheat sickle as soon as possible, you should go to the blacksmith shop to make a scythe. If you are late, please refer to I don’t know when I can get the wheat sickle.”
"But whether you have got the scythe or not, you can come to the village entrance in the evening the day after tomorrow to watch Li Qiao making the wheat sickle."
After Zhuang Fengshou finished saying what he needed to say, he waved his hand and dismissed everyone.
The crowd's discussion became even louder.
People who had never seen Mai Gan gathered around Li Dashan asking questions, and even went to Li Liang's house to see Mai Gan.
There were also people surrounding Li Qiao, some asking how to make wheat sickle, and some asking if the price could be lowered.
Tao Zhu did not leave.
He pretended to be interested in Mai Lian and followed several fellow villagers to surround Li Qiao.
He didn't see this person during the day today, and he doesn't want to leave now...
"Mai Lian is very easy to make, you can do it just by looking at it."
"As for the price, this is the price set by the blacksmith shop, but if we all go together, shopkeeper Chen might lower the price because of the large number of people."
Li Qiao answered everyone's questions with a smile.
Several villagers got the answers they wanted and left with satisfaction.
Tao Zhu could only follow these people towards the village.
He couldn't hide the disappointment on his face.
This person didn't even give him a look...
Suddenly, his hand was grabbed by someone. He had no time to be shocked and angry. Then, an oil paper bag was stuffed into his hand.
A dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and Li Qiao's familiar figure crossed him and strode forward.
Tao Zhu: "..."
It wasn't until everyone left that the heat on his cheeks dissipated.
He looked down at the oil paper bag in his hand.
Opening it, there were several pieces of mung bean cake inside.
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Chapter 11 Giving hairpins and teaching how to make corn sickles
Li Qiao went to the banker today to ask for help, so he specially brought half a catty of mung bean cake.
But Zhuang Fengshou was very optimistic about this prodigal son who had returned, and since the banker was from a good family, he asked him to carry back the half a catty of mung bean cake.
Just carry it back, maybe you can see Brother Zhu when the whole village gathers later.
As a result, Li Qiao actually saw Tao Zhu.
It was already getting late, and he originally thought that a few glances would be enough, but who knew that after the crowd dispersed, Tao Zhu did not leave, but took the initiative to follow the villagers to him, and stared at him without blinking!
Why isn't he happy about this?
He couldn't help but hold her little hand - Tao Zhu was a little brother after all, his hands were smaller than those of ordinary men. He stuffed half a catty of mung bean cake into Tao Zhu's hand.
Thinking of Tao Zhu's moist and sparkling eyes, Li Qiao's steps became much more brisk.
Hehe, we held hands today!
After returning home, Li Qiao went to bed early. He would go to the county town to sell fish tomorrow.
He gave his original creditor seven wheat sickles and threw in all the money he earned from selling fish these past few days.
Now that he has become a pauper again, he has to work harder to marry Brother Zhu back.
The next day, after Li Qiao finished selling the fish, he waited at the gate of the county town for about a quarter of an hour. Zhuang Fengshou, his second son Zhuang Wu, and two respected old men in the village drove an ox cart.
The price of wheat sickles is really high, and there is only one blacksmith shop in the county. It is unrealistic to rely solely on this blacksmith shop to make wheat sickles to supply the whole village during the wheat harvest.
Therefore, Zhuang Fengshou brought two old men who were relatively convincing in the village to the county today to see if they could find a solution.
After hearing the intentions of Li Qiao and Zhuang Fengshou, old man Chen from the blacksmith shop felt very excited. What a big deal!
And this is just the beginning!
Although he has never seen Maiyan with his own eyes, the fact that people in a village can be so eager is enough to show that Maiyan is a good thing.
Unable to hold back the smile on his face, he pointed to the northeast: "Brother Zhuang, don't worry, my eldest son is in Fucheng, and his father-in-law opened a blacksmith shop in Fucheng. That blacksmith shop is better than my little shop. One day It’s no problem to hit fifteen scythes!”
"I will ask my family to rush to Fucheng right now!"
"good!"
Zhuang Fengshou didn't expect to solve the problem so easily, and immediately clapped his hands happily.
The next step is to negotiate the price.
Zhuang Fengshou wanted a lot of scythes, so Old Chen could lower the price by ten cents each. However, Fucheng involved transportation, so even if he wanted a lot of scythes, he couldn't lower the price.
In the end, the group of people settled on the price. The scythe in Old Chen's shop was 500 cents each.
Over there in Fucheng it's five hundred and ten cents.
As a landlord, Zhuang Fengshou was not short of money, so he immediately paid a deposit of one hundred dollars.
After getting down to business, the group returned to the village.
After returning to the village, Li Qiao, Zhuang Wu, and Zhuang Zhuang went up the mountain to cut down trees in preparation for making wheat sickles tomorrow, so they failed to find Tao Zhu.
Soon at night, Zhuang Fengshou gathered the villagers again and told the villagers the price negotiated today.
He gave the villagers time to think about it, and if they were willing to buy it, they could just come to him after the scythe came back.
If he thinks the price is expensive and doesn't want to buy it, he certainly won't force it.
After finishing the business, Zhuang Fengshou waved his hand and told everyone to disperse.
Li Qiao saw the opportunity and was about to quietly give the remaining half a catty of mung bean cake to Tao Zhu, but Li Liang called out to him.
"Little buckwheat!"
Li Liang laughed loudly, walked to Li Qiao in a few steps, and said loudly: "From tomorrow on, you come to my house to eat. You don't need to bring anything. You can just go there."
"Ah?" Li Qiao was a little surprised: "Will my sister-in-law agree?"
"Why don't you agree? She was the first to say this!" Li Liang was in a great mood.
"...Sister-in-law, what is this?"
Possessed?
"Hehehehehehe." When Li Liang mentioned this, he laughed, his mouth almost reached behind his ears, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed.
Some villagers on the side couldn't stand it and said directly to Li Qiao: "Li Qiao, today the villagers want to try wheat sickle, so they go to your eldest brother and sister-in-law. Therefore, most of the wheat in your eldest brother's house today is harvested by the villagers." of!"
"No, I just went to work for half an hour for nothing!"
Another villager on the side spoke, but in a happy tone: "But I have tried it out. This wheat sickle requires skill and is also heavy. Ordinary women and men cannot use it for a long time. But if a man wields it, That’s really faster and less labor-intensive than a small sickle.”
This wheat sickle costs 510 copper coins each. The villagers are very cautious, fearing that it will not work well after buying it, and hundreds of copper coins will be wasted.
Since Maiyan's trademark is to be fast and labor-saving, the villagers grabbed Maiyan to repeatedly test his speed and strength.
Generally speaking, if you hold a small sickle and bend down to cut wheat, you have to straighten up and take a rest after about a quarter of an hour.
But this wheat sickle does not require bending. As long as you use the right technique, you can cut the wheat and swish it without stopping for half an hour.
This long-lasting performance is enough to prove that the wheat sickle is not useless, but a real artifact.
How can one be unhappy about this?
Even if I have to work for Li Liang's family for free, I am still excited!
The villagers are happy to have a free job, and Li Liang is even happier.
Moreover, Mai Lian is also booked for tomorrow, and there will be people going to work at his house tomorrow!
"Xiao Qiao, you go home for dinner tomorrow. I don't say how good your sister-in-law's cooking is, but she is definitely better than you."
"I'll go when I have time."
Li Qiao understood the reason and agreed with a smile.
Now he has to sell fish, and his work schedule is different from that of Li Liang's family, so they can't get together.
Li Liang knew it, and told Li Qiao to rest more. Selling fish was a hard job. Li Qiao had never done such a heavy job before, and he was afraid that Li Qiao would be exhausted.
Tao Zhu looked at the happy scene of the Li brothers not far away. He pursed his lips and turned around to walk home.
This man was indeed bad enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with his elder brother, but now he is smart, down-to-earth, capable and considerate.
Such a young man is worthy of the most beautiful girls and boys in Shiliba Village.
fine.
The prodigal son who turns around like this will indeed not change it even if he is given gold.
Unfortunately, it's not his.
Suppressing the sadness in his heart, he quickened his pace and walked home.
The wheat his eldest brother used to make maltose did not become moldy this time, but what should he do next after the wheat sprouted? His eldest brother was confused.
But the next step had to be taken, and his eldest brother began to cook the malt, fry the malt, steam the malt, and toss in various ways.
As a result, the consumption of dry firewood increased sharply. He had to go to bed quickly and go up the mountain to collect dry firewood early tomorrow morning, and then go to the wheat field...
