Chapter 41 Isn’t This Difficult to Live With?

After Li Yi's words came out, the surroundings became quiet again.

Several people looked at Li Yi blankly, feeling uneasy.

Everyone didn't know how to express their feelings, and they were all thinking about what Li Yi said before that he was willing to make more people rich.

Listening to this again, I feel quite emotional.

"It was Li Dongzhu Renyi who came up with a way and even used grass ash and salt to prevent the wheat from getting damp."

"Isn't it? I was worried last night, but today I saw it was fine."

"Our village is lucky to be next to Lijiazhuangzi."

"From now on, Lijiazhuangzi will look for helpers. If anyone doesn't come, he will be driven out of the village, expelled from the family, and will not be allowed to enter the ancestral graves after death."

"Yes, you are not allowed to enter the ancestral graves."

The people left behind from Zhangjia Village came to see the situation and talked while eating.

Li Yi trembled, scared.

For people in this era, death is terrifying enough, but what is even more terrifying is that they are not allowed to enter their ancestors' graves.

How many women have worked hard to rent the ancestral temple together with their husbands.

The wife can enter, but the concubine cannot, and the concubine can only wipe her tears.

Some wives are not good enough, and the clan elders refuse to let them go, and then they seek death and survive.

So... digging people's graves, digging up people to practice your skills, once you are caught...

Li Longji and others were not afraid after hearing this. It had nothing to do with them.

On the contrary, they felt that it was right for Zhangjia Village to do this.

How much can Brother Yi help you? What I make is useless, and I harvest wheat for you in heavy rain.

Build your own work and materials to prevent your wheat from getting moldy.

We hire your people in the vineyard, instead of sending people to watch over them and then beat your people when they come.

"The mill of Sifang Laowu's house needs to be dismantled and planed. The ditch is almost flat."

"It's better to grind less. Not all stones can be used for chisel grinding."

"Chiseling and grinding is a matter of skill. If you ask someone to chisel, you will have to give a lot of wheat."

The people in Zhangjia Village over there talked about grinding again.

Li Longji suddenly had a bad taste and asked Yao Chong: "Do you know why I use grinding?"

Yao Chong returned a resentful look, Your Majesty, what do you mean? I was embarrassed last time I threshed, do you want to embarrass me this time?

snort! Do you think I'm stupid? After that day, I asked someone specifically, haha!

"Take off the wheat husks." Yao Chong replied with a "I understand" attitude.

Then he said: "In addition to using stone mills, we can only use pounding on weekdays. One stone jar and one stone pillar, rice and wheat are put into it, pounded and hulled."

"Of course!" Li Longji replied with one word. It was not difficult for Prime Minister Yao, but it was less fun.

Yao Chong was angry, his eyes rolled, and he turned to look at Li Yi.

"I heard that Mr. Li always has methods that are beneficial to farmers. If there is no stone mill, is it possible to make a new artifact for pounding grains?"

Yao Chong asked, waiting to see the joke.

Aren’t you, Li Yi, amazing? You can answer anything I ask you.

Come on, I don’t have the money to make a stone mill now, but I still want to shell the rice and wheat quickly. It’s your turn, don’t tell me you can’t do it, hum!

Li Yizheng soaked the fried dough sticks in soy milk, otherwise the fried dough sticks would be crispy and would break the roof of his mouth accidentally.

This soy milk and fried dough sticks are a perfect match.

Hearing the old man's question, he stopped and turned to look: "Brother Wang, don't eat it yet. Please bring the rice hulls I made a few days ago. It's made of bamboo, wood and mud."

"I'm going to get some wheat by the way. I'll ask two people to push it. I'm tired of pushing it alone."

A man next to him stood up and rushed out without saying a word.

Yao Chong: "..."

He once again had a question mark on his head.

What do you mean? Yes? All done? Bamboo, wood and mud will do?

Is this possible? Let me ask you, do you have one? I want to fly, please send me to the sky.

"Giggle, giggle~~" Queen Wang covered her mouth and smiled, stretched out her hand, and naturally placed it on Li Yi's head, rubbing and rubbing.

"Hmph!" Li Chengqi's face was facing the cafeteria tent at a 45-degree angle, but his eyes were squinting at Yao Chong. The meaning was self-evident.

"Humph!" Yao Chong glared at him.

"Haha!" Li Longji ate fermented bean curd. He found this new thing delicious.

Li Yi tied his hair again and didn't understand what the expressions of several people meant.

After a while, Brother Wang, who had just gone out, came in through the cafeteria door with four people, holding a big umbrella and pushing something on a flatbed cart.

The local people who were eating took one look at it and continued eating, knowing what it was and that it was made by the proprietor.

And I also know that I have to give it to others for free.

"Proprietor, we have brought everything." Brother Wang reported.

"Brother Wang, thank you for your hard work."

He stood up and asked people to carry the things he had brought down.

Introduction: “It’s hard to find a good stone for grinding, and it’s also hard to find a stone carver.”

"I made a circle with bamboo and stuffed it with soil. Then I laid out the wood pieces like a stone mill trench and pressed them into the soil."

"Press the soil hard so that it becomes a millstone underneath the stone mill."

"Make another one, do the same thing, and turn it into a millstone on a stone mill."

"After the mud hardens, it can be ground to a grinding point, which is no worse than stone grinding. Moreover, with the addition of a connecting rod, one person can push and pull."

"This thing is called rice hulls. It doesn't need to be so big to grind wheat. It's made bigger to grind rice better."

"This thing is called soil rice. It takes some time to make and needs to be dried before it can be used."

"The other kind is simple, called wooden raft, which is made directly from wood. It is good for soldiers on the march."

"Wooden rice mills can only grind very dry rice and wheat."

"Earth hulls can grind wet rice and wheat."

"Generally, one stone hull can grind out two hundred stones of rice or wheat before it breaks."

"Wooden rice can only be used by strong people, but earth rice can be used by women and weak men."

Li Yi's words were not so elegant. He told the people in Zhangjia Village.

After saying this, the people on Zhuangzi put the wheat grains into the upper basket. The basket had a mouth that allowed the wheat grains to flow down.

A person stands there, stretches his arms forward and pulls back, and the connecting rod rotates around the entire hull.

The wheat husks are separated from the wheat kernels and come out from the cracks in the hull.

After a short while, a pile of wheat was shelled, and people just pushed and pushed. It was not tiring, and it was easier than stone grinding.

"There should be a rope hanging from this, so you don't need to use too much force when pushing." Li Yi pointed to a place on the push rod and said.

"The ground chaff or bran doesn't need to be winnowed, it's blown on a fan. It existed in the Western Han Dynasty, but I don't see it now, so I just make it."

"The grinded stuff is poured into the fan cart, and when the fan cart rotates, the bran and bran are blown out."

"Both of these can be used with two rods, so..."

"You can pedal and waterwheel." Li Chengqi answered excitedly.

Yao Chong wiped his sweat and had many words in his heart.

The translation is, damn, from threshing and shelling to blowing the ash, it's all integrated when you get to the river.

If you really can't find the river, just step on it with your feet.

You young proprietor, do you want to be so cruel?

The people in Zhangjia Village have straightened their eyes at this time. They don't need a stone grinder. It's just such a thing. Anyone can grind it.

The people in Zhuangzi take one look at it and think that they still eat their own food. Don’t you think about the things made by the proprietor? They are guaranteed to be useful.

Who is our proprietor? There is nothing that cannot be done.

We all have toothpaste and toothbrushes. When we brush, we make a lot of bubbles. Don’t you know?

"Eldest brother, third brother, I have already finished the drawings. Bring a physical object back. Please help me promote it."

Li Yi turned around and said to Li Chengqi and Li Longji.

This thing is something from Tiangongkaiwu. It has pictures and words, so just follow it.

Li Longji walked around the table, stood in front of Li Yi, suddenly stretched out his hand, picked up Li Yi, and swung him around.

After turning it around five times in a row, I put it down.

Li Longji patted Li Yi on the shoulder and touched his head: "Brother Yi, do you know what it means to make this set of utensils?"

"It means there is still a long way to go before the combine harvester." Li Yi muttered in confusion.

"Yes, a good name, combine harvest." Li Longji quoted it out of context.

"Dongzhu Li." A man from Zhangjia Village spoke to Li Yi carefully.

Li Yi was shocked: "Don't kneel, I'll teach you, and then I'll do it by the river. If you don't want to do it yourself, just grind it there. Kneel, and I won't give it to you."