He was really curious about what this machine was used for, but as a craftsman, he only had to do what the buyer told him to do, so he had no right to ask more questions.
Zhuang Keqing didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing the other party hesitating, he thought that the drawing was not clear enough.
"Uncle, but there's something wrong with this drawing?"
Carpenter Qian was stunned, then waved his hand quickly.
"No, no, no, girl, this drawing is very good. I have been working on it for so long, but I have never seen such a detailed one."
"Then you can make this machine according to the drawings?"
Zhuang Keqing was overjoyed and said, "If it can be done and when it can be delivered, I would like to pay a deposit of two hundred yuan in advance."
As he said that, he took out another copper coin from his purse and counted them one by one.
When Carpenter Qian saw someone taking out the money, his curiosity and entanglement about the idea were forgotten.
No matter what he does, make money first!
The carpenter made an appointment to pick it up ten days later, so Zhuang Keqing took Shen Ling and hurried home as if his buttocks were on fire.
Aling still has to do his homework, so he can't waste time.
A few days later, Zhuang Keqing found some free time and went to the village chief's house to explain that the drawings of the threshing machine had been handed over to the carpenter to reassure the old man.
On the other side, Carpenter Qian had finished making a threshing machine two days earlier, and he was staring at it in a daze.
"Dad, you have been busy these days, what on earth did you come up with, and why do you look so ugly?"
The youngest son Qian Feng was not used to talking anymore. He thought he was going to slap his father again this time, but his father didn't seem to hear him and just stared at the ugly thing without speaking.
The boy had a look of disbelief on his face and asked his mother who was passing by him, "Dad, what's going on?"
Carpenter Qian's wife rolled her eyes at her son, meaning that if you have the ability, you can ask yourself, don't ask me, I don't know!
Qian Feng rubbed his nose and asked for trouble. When he went out to play, he told the incident at home as a joke.
Who would have thought that what he said aroused the curiosity of several boys, and they all wanted to follow him home to see how ugly that thing could become.
"Do you really want to see it?"
Qian Feng was enjoying talking and laughing for a while, but when people really wanted to see it, he couldn't save his face and refused, so he could only let them touch it quietly when it was getting dark, so that his father wouldn't see it.
After staying up late and having dinner at home, Carpenter Qian finally stopped looking at that thing, so Qian Feng found an opportunity to get out of the house and attracted a few friends.
"Be careful, my father made this for someone, and I will pick it up in the next few days."
A few boys were fumbling here and there, turning the rollers for a while and stepping on the pedals for a while. The money owed in their hands could not stand it anymore, and they couldn't wait to drive them away.
"Okay, okay, let's go quickly so that my dad doesn't see you."
"Hey, let's play some more."
"That's right, you can't be so stingy."
"What does this thing do?"
"How about we find something to stuff it with and take a look?"
Qian Feng now regrets the way he opened his mouth during the day. Why did he brag about it with others? It aroused the curiosity of these people. Now he can't get rid of them even if he wants to. He really shot himself in the foot.
He was helpless here. The other boys didn't care. They just found some random things and stuffed them into the machine. While stuffing them, he stepped on the pedal and looked at how strong the roller was and how much stuff it could roll. Go in.
Everyone tried everything they could think of, but in the end all they could see was the clattering of the barrel, without even a single fart.
"It's boring..."
"That's it, what is this thing used for?"
At this time, Qian Feng was just guarding the door of the warehouse, not caring about what these few people said. He just hoped that they would finish playing and leave as soon as possible.
"Why?"
"What's wrong?"
"Look, we haven't tried this yet!"
It turned out that there was a small pile of edamame poles piled up in the corner of Carpenter Qian's warehouse. They had just been cut in the afternoon and had not had time to deal with them.
Seeing the iron bolt sending the edamame pole to the drum, Qian Feng screamed in surprise, "No!"
The iron bolt froze when he shouted, and the hand grip stopped moving. However, the other boy below was pedaling vigorously and did not stop at all.
Just for a few seconds, there were only a few muffled sounds of "pah, pah, pah", and the edamame pole with the pods attached to it in Tie Shuan's hand was all but a bare pole.
"..."
The few kids were too frightened to move, but Qian Feng reacted quickly and hurriedly took a few steps over. Then with the brightness of the moonlight, he saw the scattered pods in the material box at the bottom of the machine.
It turns out that this is what this machine is for!
The farm boy does a lot of farm work on weekdays and sees the adults in the family dragging the mill year after year. Now that he sees this scene, he understands it all at once.
"Brother Feng, I didn't expect your father to be so powerful that he would come up with such a good thing!"
"That's right, I'll talk to my dad tomorrow and ask him to come to your house and buy one."
A few boys said what they said sincerely, and Qian Feng was so praised that he forgot how nervous he was just now and started bragging again.
"Then you have to hurry up. I'm late and my dad doesn't have time!"
After seeing the novel gadgets, the boys scattered back home. The next day they all talked to their families about the good things they saw at Carpenter Qian's house last night.
"Seriously? That thing can even knock down edamame?"
"Dad! You will know if you go and see for yourself!"
So when Carpenter Qian got up in the morning and thought about the use of the machine again, several farmers from the village came to the door.
"Old Qian, I heard that you made a good thing, you can even beat edamame, right?"
"What?"
Carpenter Qian was confused.
It was a good job for him, but what about making edamame? What kind of labor does edamame mean? Why couldn't he understand?
"Hey, you're hiding it from us, that's not true."
"That's right, if that thing is suitable for use, even if it is expensive, we brothers will definitely buy one together. You have to let us take a look first!"
A few farm men were used to being direct, and they thought that Carpenter Qian had taken Qiao and wanted to take the opportunity to raise the price. Their faces were a little ugly.
At this time, Qian Feng was hiding aside and realized that he had caused trouble to his father.
That machine was obviously made by my father after taking someone else's drawings, and he didn't think of it himself at all!
Seeing that Carpenter Qian was silent, the men pushed forward each other, looking a bit like they would not give up until they achieved their goal.
Carpenter Qian himself still couldn't figure out what was going on. Being surrounded like this, the clay figurine became very angry, and he was so angry that he had to explain a few words.
Qian Feng was afraid that his father would suffer a loss, so he hurriedly stepped forward and blocked the front, saying: "Uncles, I have what you mentioned, but it is the goods ordered by others. It is not easy to sell to you."
One of the leading men frowned and said, "Shuan Zi made it clear to me today that that thing is very useful."
After saying that, he changed the topic again, and Carpenter Qian shook everything about last night.
Carpenter Qian was so angry with this little son.
No matter what he does, he will be the first to get into trouble.
He gave his son a look that said, "I'll take care of you later." Seeing the boy's haggard look, he turned around and explained to the men.
A few people were not unreasonable. They knew that he had used other people's drawings to make this thing, and at this time they also knew that it was not good to force others to sell it to them.
"Then if we don't buy it, let's just take a look at the head office!"
"That's right, it won't look bad if you take a look."
Carpenter Qian had no choice but to comply. He led them into the warehouse and lifted the coarse cloth covering the threshing machine.
"Son, how did you use this thing yesterday? You can demonstrate it again."
Although Carpenter Qian had vaguely guessed the purpose of this machine, he was still not sure, so he ordered his little son to try it.
When Qian Feng saw that his father had assigned him a job, he thought his father was no longer angry. He jumped up in a hurry, grabbed a handful of edamame beans from the corner of the warehouse, and stuffed them under the rollers of the threshing machine.
Several men had heard their sons say how impressive this machine was today, and now their eyes lit up when they saw that this boy only stepped on it a few times, and the very strong pods fell off.
