Chapter 22 Are the gods kidnapped (fourth update)

Author: Farmer's One Pot

Chapter 22 Are the gods kidnapped (fourth update)

At the second quarter of Shenchu, the braised pork was ready, but there was no time to prepare the sauced pork liver, pig's trotters, and sausages.

Three officials each have a big jar, and six yamen servants have small jars. The yamen servants have no share in the pig liver and pig's trotters.

The yamen servants were satisfied, even a small jar contained five kilograms of meat!

The ribs are not given. People like to eat fatty meat. What kind of meat is there in the ribs? Save it for the children in the village to braise and eat.

Everyone got on their horses, waved and left. The nine horses even looked back as they left, as if they were reluctant to leave.

They ate bean cakes, took a bath, and were combed with a brush.

Some villagers watched the county officials go away and turned back to continue their work.

They don't care about the meat. After they get rich, their mentality towards outsiders changes.

If a stranger comes and doesn’t eat, let’s eat together!

"In the evening, I cooked the ribs for Hanhan and the others. The others added tofu to the leftover stewed chicken and threw in the remaining pork."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and my heart, which had always been hanging on my chest, fell back into my stomach.

"Li Chang, Hanhan, let me continue to pick mugwort and red grass, whether it is red polygonum, willow-leaf polygonum or other polygonum."

The little girl's father came to talk to Hanhan again. He didn't know what Hanhan wanted to do.

"Go pick it! Didn't you pick enough before?" The director also didn't know the purpose.

The villagers looked at the sky and went to the river to pick some.

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When rapeseed and ramie were harvested, Zhu Wentian still did not participate.

He took his friends to make grass. They had done so before. Considering future needs and time, he had no choice but to continue looking for help.

He wanted to make soap, but it was too troublesome to use ordinary plant ash water.

It just so happens that you have to make medicine, and if you get the stuff out, you can sell it for money alone.

It is recorded in "Compendium of Materia Medica": Lithium alkali is produced in various places in Jining, Shandong Province. The man collected the genus Artemisia and Polygonum, opened a cellar and soaked it in water, rolled it up, dried it in the sun and burned the ashes, poured the juice with raw water, and introduced two or three pieces of flour every hundred

Jin, for a long time, the sediment will condense like a stone, and the juice will be spread all over the place. It will be very profitable to wash the clothes and make the dough. In other places, pour the thick juice with stove ashes to remove dirt and make the dough.

Stone alkali can be used for washing clothes, making dough, and is also a medicinal material.

Knowledge changes destiny! Once stone soda came out, soap and toilet soap were made very quickly.

"Li Shizhen has a high level and a big pattern. He has so many ways to make money, but he has not made a fortune himself. I admire him!"

Zhu Wentian muttered that he couldn't do the work, he had to make money.

Look at the little girl working hard together, looking happy with the candy in her mouth. How can you buy candy if you don’t have money?

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The villagers used sickles to knock down the rapeseed and ramie, tied them into bundles, and carried them out in the field with their animals.

They no longer need anyone to carry the burden, it is too tiring.

Halt the animals in advance and don't eat blindly.

People from other villages came to see the fun again, but they didn't care because their paddy fields needed treatment.

Feng Gui, the head of Xihe Village, took a sickle and cut beside Zhu Yichang: "Yichang! Your village will make a lot of money right now."

"Whoever comes to help will lend his animals to plow the paddy fields. You can also plant after today's harvest."

The head of the village expressed his opinion that Feng Gui brought a group of people to Xihe Village to help harvest.

If you hire people to harvest, the money won't be enough to rent animals. But if the village chief is willing, he doesn't use money to measure it.

"Don't worry, the borrowed animals will be well fed."

Feng Gui is in a good mood. Whoever disobeys him should go back and slowly figure out how to farm the fields!

As the head of the village, I can’t give you orders anymore? I’ll wait until this year when I pay my land tax, huh!

"Feng Laosi, do you remember what you said last year? It hasn't rained for a month."

The head of the village reminded that this year's weather is indeed abnormal, and Hanhan was right.

"I found an obedient arrangement, how did you know? Did you tie up a god in the village? Lock him up in the cellar?"

Feng Gui was speechless. Xiaqiu Village had changed after last year's rice harvest.

"I have the ability to tie up gods. Aren't I more powerful than gods? What else do gods do?"

Li Chang curls his lips, does a god need to be tied up? Just raise a fool.

After collecting dozens of bundles, a few mules came over, put a load on them, and led them back to the village.

When Feng Gui arrived in the village, he saw something rare.

It is made of wood and bamboo, and when you step on it with your feet, a tube with "thorns" rolls sideways on it.

Grab the rapeseed or hemp and put the head upwards, and the crackling seeds will be knocked out.

"Yichang, what is this?" Feng Gui stared at it without blinking.

"A threshing machine! When the rice is harvested in winter, it will also be threshed with it. Next to it is a blower. The blower has been around for a long time. Don't you recognize it?"

Li Chang looked surprised. In fact, he had never seen one before. He said that there were fans elsewhere, also called fan trucks.

"If I knew each other, would my village or even my family not use it? You also said that you didn't kidnap the immortal."

Feng Gui felt sad, feeling that the gap between himself and the villagers in Xiaqiu Village was getting wider and wider.

"Quickly, go find Ma Carpenter and ask him to come and see if he can imitate one."

Some villagers from Shangling Village shouted directly, and people from Xiaqiu Village stared at them, "Are you so blatant for stealing school?"

"Yichang, how much does it cost to learn this?" Feng Gui was more practical and wanted to pay.

"How much does it cost? I'll lend you a set, take it apart and do it, and remember to send it back to me."

The store manager puts his hands down and sells one, and others will learn from it.

If you don't sell it, you can only guard it in your own village, while other villagers stare at you.

There is a married girl in the village, a daughter-in-law, her husband's family, her natal family, which one is not involved?

When a girl returns to the village, follows her husband and holds a baby, can she be allowed to go back empty-handed?

The daughter-in-law cannot go back to her parents' home empty-handed.

This kind of household items is normal, given to the in-laws, and the two parties are not enemies.

He is so cruel that he cannot support the village guards.

Men in Xiaqiu Village have no worries about getting married, and girls don't have to worry about getting married either. Their reputation is well known.

So, parts of a fan and a threshing machine were placed in the village. Look! Things that cannot be sold for money.

Others were embarrassed and grabbed a sickle to help.

I will continue collecting the next day and I can finish it today.

At two o'clock in the morning, Li Zhixian and others came again with a team.

"Yichang, give the stuff to Magistrate Song. Magistrate Song is looking for someone to make it. When it's done, it will be sent to Yingtian Mansion in Nanjing."

Li Zhixian also harvested with a sickle and talked to the head of the village.

The recipe is given to me. Make it first, and then give it to the emperor if you succeed. What if it’s fake?

If so, you need to wait a few days for the sugar to crystallize.

"County magistrate, thank you for your hard work for the people. Let's have mutton soup at noon, and the people who helped us will be here together. We stopped them yesterday, otherwise they would all leave."

The head of the village didn't care about the rock candy, he always gave it away himself.

"The mutton soup is good. I wouldn't dare eat it in another village. It would waste people and money. Your village... hahaha!"

Li Zhixian laughed. The braised pork he took away a few days ago was eaten by his family for three days. Later, he was really afraid that it would go bad, so he ate it quickly.

It would be better if it's winter, you can leave it for two or three days longer.

When he arrived in the village, he also saw farm tools, and the threshing speed would scare a person to death.

If there weren't parts lying nearby, he would have thought there were monsters and ghosts inside to help.

"Why do you always...always...sigh! I'll take one set away in your village."

Li Zhixian decided to report this together and submit a letter. It has been put on display for others to learn and will not be kept confidential.

The farmer is going to bed first. If you have votes, please vote. Thank you brothers and sisters for your support. The farmer bows!
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