The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 71: Fu Xiaoguan’s daily life

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As the sun sets, the power of the autumn tiger weakens a little.

A group of six people left the Xishan Villa and walked in the countryside.

Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan felt how fresh everything was. The unharvested golden rice was swaying in the wind, and the fragrance of the rice came to them. It smelled so good. This was an experience they had never had before. , I felt that the trip was worthwhile.

There are many farmers working in the fields, and even many children are also in the fields.

The adults were busy harvesting and beating, while the children were busy fishing in the fields - the fish at this time were already very plump and tasted extremely fresh.

"The young master is here!"

"The young master came to see us!"

"Master, Master!"

The farmers straightened up and waved to say hello to Fu Xiaoguan. The children yelled like crazy, then one by one they twisted the fish and ran ashore, running towards Fu Xiaoguan very quickly.

The female master standing behind Yu Wenyun suddenly stood in front of Yu Wenyun, and even held the hilt of the sword in her hand. Yu Wenyun pulled it and said two words lightly: " No problem."

The female expert glanced at Su Mo, who was walking at the end. Su Mo was extremely calm.

"Your Highness..."

"I've told you many times, don't call me that."

"If there is an assassin..."

"Look at them, do they look like assassins? I now order you to stand behind and do nothing!"

The child who was running at the front came to Fu Xiaoguan. He wore two half-pound crucian carp on straw and said, "Master, here you go, this fish soup is delicious. You should drink more." ”

Another child ran over, "Master, Master, I give you this carp!" The child handed a two or three kilogram carp to Fu Xiaoguan like a treasure.

"Okay, okay, I'll accept them all, thank you!"

"Master, we thank you!"

Many children are running, fearing that the young master will be too late and not eat the fish they caught.

Soon, Su Mo and Chun Xiu looked at Fu Xiaoguan resentfully, holding many fish in their hands.

Wang Er walked over while wiping his sweat, took a look, turned to Tianli and shouted: "Wang Qiang, send the young master's fish back first."

"Okay!"

Wang Er still held the teapot in his hand. He looked at the two women wearing hijab behind Fu Xiaoguan and knew who they might be from the young master.

He smiled at Fu Xiaoguan and said, "Young Master, look, the harvest is almost half done, and it will be almost finished in two days."

Fu Xiaoguan looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "The weather will be good tomorrow, so we need to dry it and put it into storage as soon as possible. Your second son is still in the cement factory. Is there enough labor at home?"

"It's enough. Wang Qiang and I harvest. Wang Qiang goes home to pick the harvest, and my mother-in-law is responsible for drying. My family can finish cutting tomorrow. After cutting, I have to help my in-laws."

"I'm afraid I'll tire out your daughter-in-law."

"Hahaha!"

The laughter of the old farmer echoed in the fields. Wang Er followed Fu Xiaoguan on the field ridge, talking about farming matters and his vision for the future.

When they arrived at a field, the two stopped. Fu Xiaoguan pointed to the mixing bucket in the field and said, "It's very tiring and not very efficient."

Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan have been following Fu Xiaoguan. They heard their conversation. The two looked at each other and felt that the man was even stranger.

They hardly understood what Fu Xiaoguan and Wang Er said, but Fu Xiaoguan actually understood! Not only does he understand, he seems to be very professional, which is puzzling.

At this moment, Wang Er also looked at Fu Xiaoguan with confusion and said, "This has been the way rice has been threshed for many years. Is there any way to improve it?"

The current situation of rice threshing is as follows: first cut off a piece of rice, and then someone will take the rice and beat it hard in the mixing bucket to knock down the millet. When there is more millet in the mixing bucket, they will be picked to dry in the drying field. .

"I didn't consider this. We can definitely make a thresher, like this."

Fu Xiaoguan squatted down at the edge of the field, picked up a pebble and drew it on the ground.

"This thing is not complicated. It is a round barrel with iron nails on it and a shaft in the middle. Get a shake handle here and fix it into the mixing barrel. One person shakes the handle. This The drum will rotate, and another person will pass the rice up. Through the friction of the iron nails on the drum, the rice will come off. Although it takes two people, it will be much faster and save effort.

Wang Er also squatted, frowned and looked for a moment, then nodded: "Young master, this method is very good."

"When you have time, go get one and try it. It doesn't have to be an iron nail. The main purpose is to increase friction."

"Take me to Wangjia Village." Fu Xiaoguan patted the mud on his hands and stood up.

"Okay."

The group continued to move forward and crossed the stone bridge. They could see unbuilt houses on the other side of the harvested rice fields.

"The cement works well and is very strong, so the house can be built much faster." Wang Er said.

"Well, I just thought about it. In order to make it easier to dry those crops, when the cement in Xishan is not so tight, every household's drying area will be smoothed with this cement, so that there is no need to dry mats."

"This...this cement is a rare thing. Isn't it too wasteful to use it for drying?"

"This thing is not rare. In the future, the output will increase, and even these field ridges can be plastered into cement roads. Take your time, anyway, it will get better and better."

The old farmer's dark face showed a simple and honest smile. He believed in the young master very firmly. Although the houses in front of him have not been built yet, the foundations have been completed. They are courtyard houses, and they are still made of blue bricks. Built with tiles and cement.

Before the young master came to Xishan, Wang Er didn't even dare to think about it.

Even for the marriage of his son Wang Qiang, the new house he wants to build is just a three-room house with mud walls. If it is nothing like what it is now, it will be a leap to the sky in one step.

The villagers were very satisfied and loved the young master beyond words.

"I have an idea for you to listen to and see if it can be realized."

"Master, please tell me."

"When the millet has entered the warehouse, you will take the lead in organizing a construction team, which is a team dedicated to building houses. Through the construction of your Wangjia Village, you will summarize some experience, and your team will promote these experiences in the future. Building houses for more villages. Of course, there will be fees for building houses in the future. I will ask Butler Zhang to give you the cost of cement bricks and labor. You can calculate the cost yourself and submit it to me for approval. You see. How?"

"This is a good thing. When the farming is idle, the villagers will definitely be willing to work for more income."

"I will convene a meeting with all the clan leaders in a few days. I will discuss this matter at the meeting. You must be prepared."

Fu Xiaoguan and his party returned to Xishan Villa when it was dark.

It was a long journey, but Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan did not feel tired.

They are now full of curiosity, and inexplicably feel that Fu Xiaoguan is really awesome.

At this moment, Fu Xiaoguan went to the kitchen and said that such a fat fish should not be ruined by the cook.