Old Man Ye was a cheerful man, so he immediately took out twenty-five taels of banknotes from his pocket. The money was originally used to buy winter supplies for a family of six in the city, but now it was all used to buy a tricycle.
However, Old Man Ye's family cultivates 60 acres of dry land, and their annual harvest is worth 180 taels of silver. They can really afford this car.
The shopkeeper of the bicycle shop finally sold a tricycle. He smiled happily and quickly took the money.
"Fellow fellow, don't worry, we guarantee this tricycle. Within five years, no matter where it is broken, if you bring the car over, we will repair it and replace parts for free."
Old Man Ye laughed, walked to the dozen or so tricycles in the store, and finally picked a black one.
“The black one is good and resistant to stains!”
But Old Man Ye still had to sell grain first. He took the shopkeeper Ma back to the grain shop and sold the 100 kilograms of wheat on his dilapidated two-wheeled cart to the shopkeeper Ma.
Old man Ye returned to the bicycle shop after receiving one or two taels of silver from selling grain.
The two-wheeled cart is temporarily stored in the grain farm, and Old Man Ye plans to pick it up next time.
At this time, many people were trying to ride tricycles, and a businessman who opened a coal store also paid for one. However, in the end, many people watched and few bought. In the envious eyes of everyone, Old Man Ye stepped on
I got on my own tricycle and pedaled out of the bicycle shop.
The tricycle was riding fast and steadily. Old Ye stepped on the pedal and walked on the streets of Fanjiazhuang. He suddenly felt indescribably proud.
Have pedestrians on both sides of the road ever seen this new type of transportation? They all paid attention and even stopped to take a look. Old man Ye saw an old man looking sideways at his tricycle.
Watch out for bumping into some middle school students coming in front.
When passers-by saw how relaxed and comfortable Old Man Ye was riding and that the back of the car seemed to be able to carry cargo, they were even more surprised.
Old Man Ye rode forward against the wind and felt very good. For example, it was like the feeling of a young man driving a Mazda on a sparsely populated street in the 1990s.
The rate of turning heads is awesome.
This was the first time in his life that Old Man Ye attracted so much attention, and he rode very happily in Fanjiazhuang. He secretly thought that the twenty-five taels of silver were really not in vain, and he couldn't help but have an excited smile on his face.
"Old man Ye!"
"Old man Ye!"
While riding, Old Man Ye suddenly heard someone calling him. When Old Man Ye looked to the roadside, he realized that he had reached the entrance of Guano Alley, where three farmers from the same village were loading bird droppings.
Two of the three villagers were pushing two-wheeled carts, while Zhang Shitou from the Zhang family at the entrance of the village was driving an ox cart.
Old Man Ye turned the handle of the tricycle, and the tricycle drew an elegant semicircle on the road, turning to the entrance of Guano Alley. He pressed the brake again, and Old Man Ye stopped the car.
Seeing Old Man Ye's exposed hand, the two villagers pushing the trolley were amazed and said: "Old Man Ye, you exchanged the tobacco bag for the blowpipe, and the blowpipe for the shotgun. The more you blow, the stronger you become!"
Old Man Ye patted the handle of the car and said: "My car can carry three hundred kilograms of goods, and it can carry your cart back and forth three times. It is also several times faster than a cart. It can be ridden as fast as a person running."
The two farmers' eyes lit up, they looked at each other and asked, "How amazing is that? Isn't it faster than Zhang Shitou's ox cart?"
Old Man Ye laughed loudly after hearing this.
Zhang Shitou, however, was very angry. He snorted coldly and said, "How can this human-pulled cart be as fast as my ox-drawn cart? Old man Ye, please stop bragging!"
Old man Ye looked at Zhang Shitou and laughed.
The farmer next to him said: "Stop bickering, it's not easy to know who is faster? Just pack a few bags of guano and go back to the village, and you'll know after a run on the road!"
Zhang Shitou raised his head proudly, noncommittal.
Old Man Ye laughed loudly and said: "Okay! Let's see if my tricycle is faster or the ox cart is faster!"
This guano soil is now very popular in Tianjin, Shandong and Liaodong, and has almost become a must-have for farmers. The crop yield per mu of fields with this guano will increase by several percent. The only problem is that the guano soil consumption is high.
It is very time-consuming and laborious for farmers to transport back and forth.
Therefore, what limits the use of guano soil is not the sales price, but the transportation cost.
Nowadays, Tianjin's agriculture can be said to be commercialized agriculture. Transporting guano soil to the village and transporting grain to the city involve a lot of transportation problems. When transporting these things, the efficiency of various transportation tools competes.
Several people immediately entered the alley, and soon they carried out more than a dozen bags of bird droppings and loaded them into their cars.
Old Ye's tricycle was loaded with three bags of bird dung, weighing three hundred kilograms. Zhang Shitou's bullock cart was loaded with six bags of cow dung, weighing six hundred kilograms. Old Ye and Zhang Shitou drove the carts out of Fanjiazhuang and lined up at the gate of the city.
Arrange and prepare for the competition.
The surrounding people going in and out of the city were originally curious about Old Ye's tricycle. Now that they saw the tricycle competing with the ox cart, they all became excited and gathered around to watch.
The farmer in the village shouted: "Let's go!"
Zhang Shitou looks calm on the outside, but he is actually very anxious in his heart. In the past, he was highly respected by his fellow farmers in the village because of this bullock cart. When his family has something to do, who in the village doesn't rush to help? Why? Isn't it just that?
Just to use his truck power to save some labor when transporting food and bird droppings.
But now Old Man Ye suddenly appeared and made a tricycle, obviously trying to steal his business.
Zhang Shitou was anxious, so he swung his bullwhip and slapped the ox hard on the butt. The ox raised its head and called out, exerting force with its feet.
The bullock cart gradually started to move, and gradually gained the speed of a person walking.
Old Man Ye looked at the bullock cart that was leading the way and laughed. He pushed hard with his feet, stepped on the pedal of the tricycle and rushed forward. The tricycle soon started to move on the cement road outside the city, riding faster and faster. He rode forward for three times.
Ten meters later, the tricycle was already running at the speed of a person, and it immediately left the bullock cart behind.
The people watching suddenly burst into exclamations of surprise.
Looking at the speed of a tricycle, it is at least three times that of an ox-cart. In other words, although Old Man Ye is only dragging 300 kilograms of goods, his transportation efficiency is one and a half times that of an ox-cart.
Moreover, this tricycle does not require scalpers, feeding soybeans, cleaning cow dung, or shepherd boys to herd the cows. There is no need to wipe the cow body every day in the spring and no need to repair the cowshed in the winter. The maintenance cost is much lower than that of a farm cow, so you can save a lot.
silver.
The people who were watching, some of whom were also doing physical labor, were all interested in seeing Old Ye's tricycle, and they all cheered loudly.
Zhang Shitou watched Old Man Ye go away, becoming more and more anxious. He whipped the cow's butt with all his strength, just to make the cow go faster.
However, the stubborn cow was annoyed by Zhang Shitou's beating. After walking for dozens of steps, it stopped. No matter how Zhang Shitou beat and urged, the stubborn cow refused to move forward and remained motionless on the road.
Zhang Shitou knew that he could no longer beat the cow, but the result of the competition was so embarrassing. He blushed with shame, threw away the bullwhip helplessly, covered his face with his hands and sat motionless on the bullock cart.
Old man Ye came back on his bike, looked at Zhang Shitou's predicament, and laughed.
Almost all the passers-by at the city gate gathered around, looking curiously at this new transportation tool. From time to time, some people asked where they could buy this kind of tricycle.
Several children nearby ran over and stood under the tricycle and asked: "Grandpa, can we touch your car?"
Old Man Ye laughed and said, "Touch! Touch whatever you want!"
The children touched Old Ye's tricycle curiously and said in childish voices: "Grandpa's car is so awesome!"
