He knew that this matter was definitely not as simple as ordinary people getting involved.
Du Xinyun knew very well that even if his guess was correct, it would be useless because he had no evidence.
He had no evidence to prove that it was these wealthy families themselves who leaked the news.
Once the gangster's lair is cleared, the property and food inside will become Li Zhao's spoils of war.
This is equivalent to sending supplies to Li Zhao!
Bang!
Du Xinyun was very angry and slapped his palm on the table.
Even if he really had evidence to prove that Li Zhao was secretly communicating with the wealthy families in Hailong County, there was nothing he could do.
Because these aristocratic families had officially reached cooperation with him, they were also ready to take action against Li Zhao, but Li Zhao was one step faster.
If he accuses, it will put all the aristocratic families in the same boat. At that time, the Du family will become alone.
Du Xinyun kept taking deep breaths. He was already confused. When everyone started to scheming, his status as a member of the Du family was really not easy to use.
All we can do next is wait for news from Kyoto.
It just comes and goes, and it will take more than 20 days at the earliest.
"If we last another twenty days, Li Zhao won't cause any trouble."
…
The sun in July is particularly fierce.
What is drying on the ground is a piece of golden rice, which is particularly dazzling when viewed from a distance.
This is also the first time for many people to see so much rice.
The ground is distorted by the temperature, and the rice only needs to be exposed to the sun for three or four days before it is basically dry.
There are hundreds of people drying rice alone.
They need to take care of the rice to ensure that no birds come to eat it, while the rest of the people continue to work in the fields.
As evening approaches, villagers start harvesting rice with various tools.
Li Zhao was also helping to clean up when he heard someone rushing out like a madman and shouting: "Your Highness, it's successful!"
Li Zhao threw away the tools in his hands and went into the construction workshop.
Long Carpenter and others had not slept for several days, but they were all extremely excited.
In the construction workshop, every craftsman involved in the production is cautious and anxious at the moment.
Because they don't know whether what they build is what Li Zhao wants.
"Where?" Li Zhao shouted.
The assembled windmill is almost the same as that of later generations.
Li Zhao's eyes shone, he stretched out his hand to touch the brand new windmill, and couldn't help laughing.
"Carry it out!"
"yes!"
Li Zhao led a group of craftsmen outside. Outside was dry rice that had piled up into hills.
"Bring me the dustpan!" Li Zhao waved, took the handed dustpan, and started shoveling the rice under the gaze of countless eyes.
"My lord, let's do it!"
"No, no, no!" Li Zhao asked them to get out of the way, and he took a handful of rice in a dustpan and put all the rice into the top bucket.
He skillfully adjusted the bamboo pole to the appropriate position, asked the people around him to disperse, grabbed the handle with one hand, and began to shake it slowly.
More and more people gathered around and looked at this new tool curiously.
"What is this?"
"I don't know. I heard that Brother Zhao designed it himself."
"Is it the same as a threshing machine?"
"I don't know, His Highness is experimenting."
As we all know, the construction workshop is the place responsible for turning the prince's ideas into reality.
Sometimes they work until midnight, which is the hardest work among all types of work.
However, many people still don’t know the purpose of this thing.
Until Li Zhao personally tested it, when the handle in his hand turned, the rice in the bucket began to slide.
At the opening on Li Zhao's side, clean rice slid down the sliding opening into the bamboo basket. Facing the west exit, countless debris flew out.
"Wow--"
Although they don't know what this thing is yet, they are all old farmers after all. As long as they take a look at this thing, they immediately understand its purpose.
"Quick, keep going to the rice field!" Li Zhao shouted.
Long Jia'an, the old village chief, took the initiative and poured the rice into the bucket above.
They were so surprised that they were speechless, and looked at Li Zhao with eyes full of awe and admiration.
The emergence of the threshing machine has changed the traditional threshing method for hundreds of thousands of years. Now this big thing seems to be even more unusual.
Before the appearance of windmills, villagers had to use "winnowing" if they wanted to clean up the debris in the rice to be dried.
The rice falls to the ground due to its weight, and the impurities, empty shells, whiskers and other things in it will be lifted up and float far away.
This method is very time-consuming, labor-intensive, eye-consuming, and costly.
Winnowing is not something that can be done in one go. It takes at least two or three times before the rice can be clean.
The more rice there is, the bigger the project will be to clean it up.
This is why in ancient times, many people could only grow rice for one season.
It's not because they are not diligent, nor because the sunlight does not allow it, but because it is too time-consuming.
It took five months for the grain to mature (later, it was shortened to just over two months due to the emergence of hybrid rice). After a series of procedures, they had no way or time to plant the second crop of rice.
This is also the reason why many people basically have little food left after paying the autumn harvest tax for a year.
Under the setting sun, a wonderful picture is formed.
Li Zhao never thought that he would see the side of the people crying with joy.
Since coming to Jiaozhou, there have been too many scenes like this.
Whether it is a threshing machine or a windmill, they have changed the pattern of farmers' farming to some extent.
"Your Highness...is this thing used to remove debris?"
"Yes!" Li Zhao slowed down.
Under everyone's gaze, Li Zhao finally stopped moving.
A pair of eyes full of hope, not daring to move away for a moment.
"Your Majesty, can we give it a try?"
"Can!"
Li Zhao gave up his position, and immediately some highly respected villagers in the village joined in and wanted to try it themselves.
Some people burst out laughing when they tried it, because they couldn't help but think of how fast this thing is.
If every household had this thing, how much easier would everyone's life be?
There are more and more people, and the exclamations are coming one after another.
"Your Highness! What...is this thing called?"
"Windmill!" Li Zhao introduced: "With it, we won't have so much trouble cleaning up the rice in the future."
"Your Majesty, can we use this thing in the future?"
The person who asked the question was slapped hard. He was a respected elder in the village, looking at him with sharp eyes.
Although the villagers are honest, they are not fools.
How could ordinary people like them afford such magical weapons?
The prince did not hesitate to let everyone see and try it, which was extremely gracious.
How dare you have other thoughts?
Although everyone hopes to be able to afford this thing, they also saw it a few days ago.
When the threshing machines came out, the wealthy gentlemen came in droves.
No need to guess, they must be doing business with the prince, maybe to buy these tools.
Some people also heard the news that a threshing machine costs 30,000 yuan. Just the price alone made everyone tremble with fear.
They guessed that this windmill would probably be good too.
But with everyone in awe, Li Zhao smiled and said: "Everyone will have the opportunity to use it in the future."
"What?"
"Can we all use it?"
"My lord, are you telling the truth?"
