Portable Space: Small Peasant Girls Farm to Get Rich

Chapter 68
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It was dark in the morning, and the sound of insects sounded one after another. The kitchens of every household in Shihe Village were lit with rare oil lamps.

"Qingcao, wake up so early?" Chen Cuizhi heard the voice, put on her coat and went out, and saw Liu Qingcao was already busy in the kitchen.

"Sister Chen, why don't you sleep a little longer? It's still early, go and sleep a little longer."

"I can't fall asleep when I wake up. Get up and see if you want to help me, girl."

"It's nothing, how has Ping An learned recently?"

Chen Cuizhi walked to the stool in front of the firepit and sat down, added a handful of firewood to the stove, and answered with a smile.

"It's okay, I can read and write some characters, better than me at that time."

"After a while, ask Pingan if he wants to go to school now. If he wants to go, next time he comes back, I will let him follow Jiangbei. They are about the same age and can play together."

"Girl, we don't have any money now..." Chen Cuizhi felt melancholy, she didn't have any money now, and she would need a lot of money in the future, she didn't dare to think about it.

"Send it first, or you won't be able to keep up if you send it later. Don't worry about Shuxiu. I'll give it to you for a year first, and then you can do it yourself."

Liu Qingcao touched her face with her hands, and said without raising her head, Chen Cuizhi was so moved that she kept wiping away her tears.

Liu Qingcao shook her head helplessly, she didn't know how many tears she shed after Chen Cuizhi came to her.

She was too easily moved.

For breakfast, eat noodles and two eggs, and the old man is the same.

Liu Qingcao asked old man Niu yesterday, he said that the wound on his body has healed a lot, he can lift his leg slowly, as long as he doesn't use too much force, the wound will not open.

Luo Shiyuan's complexion today was much better than yesterday's. Seeing that he was getting better, Liu Qingcao fed him another small pot of spiritual spring water. Now he is in a coma and can't eat. He can only rely on the spiritual spring water to support him until he wakes up.

If you don't eat, you will naturally excrete less. As long as you pay attention to the time and ask Jiang Dafu to help you excrete, the rest will not be a problem.

"Brother Pan, are your legs better?"

Recently, Liu Qingcao has been quietly nursing a few people with spiritual spring water, not daring to use too much, and can only do it step by step, so that no one will find out.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Sometimes it's itchy and crispy, as if growing flesh, and the strength in his hands has increased a lot." Pan Yong looked at his legs and squeezed them lightly. It didn't hurt. After a while , it should be active.

"That's good. You are a good child. If you feel uncomfortable or there is no change in your body, you can tell me and I will get you medicine."

Ever since receiving the treatment of Lingquan water, Pan Yong felt that his body was recovering day by day, and he resolutely refused to let Liu Qingcao take medicine for him.

Liu Qingcao knew that he was benefiting from the spiritual spring water, so she didn't stop her, so she followed his wishes and didn't waste the money.

Chen Cuizhi's health is also much better than before. Although she doesn't seem to have a big problem, her body has already been overwhelmed by the long-term accumulation. Just a little injury or a cold can make her sick.

Pan Ping'an was young and ignorant, so Liu Qingcao quietly fed him several times of spiritual spring water alone. Now his physical condition is similar to that of a normal child, or even better.

After asking a few people, Liu Qingcao began to move the stewed meat and cold tofu to the bullock cart. Today everyone harvests rice, and many people in the town will buy meat and go back to the tooth festival.

She had to go early, otherwise Huibailou would be out of stock, and they would have to wait anxiously.

"Qingcao, come in quickly, I knew you would come earlier today." Ge Hongshan took the big basin in her hand, and followed her to the kitchen, which was already busy at the moment.

"Prepare so many lotus leaves?"

"Yeah, pack it up and go back to eat. Prepare more, and it won't waste everyone's time when the time comes."

"That's right, then I'll go and bring the rest over here." Liu Qingcao did a lot, otherwise she wouldn't be able to bring Jiang Dafu back with a big bowl of stewed pork yesterday.

"I'll let Lin Er follow you."

"Thank you Uncle Gerrard."

After Hui Bailou's goods were delivered, Liu Qingcao went to the iron shop. Liu Dazhuang was knocking on the iron block vigorously. Seeing Liu Qingcao's arrival, he hurriedly stopped what he was doing.

"Qingcao, are you here?"

"Uncle Liu, have you typed out the drawings I gave you?"

"Qingcao, I tried a few times, but it didn't work. The amount of iron needed is too much. I can't hit it here. If the iron is used less, the shaft of the wheel will be stuck..."

Liu Dazhuang took out several scrapped parts and handed them to Liu Qingcao. Liu Qingcao looked at them in his hand. Indeed, there was not enough iron, and the bearing capacity between the gears was not enough to drive the hub to rotate.

The hub roller uses less iron, and it won't last long...

"Uncle Liu, can you make it smaller?"

Liu Qingcao made it the next best thing to make it smaller, so that it can only be used by one person, that's fine.

"Okay, I'll try again, then you can wait for two days."

"Okay, that's going to trouble Uncle Liu."

Liu Qingcao knew that this thing would not be easy to get out, so she was not in a hurry.

I changed and changed the blueprint at home, and asked Pan Yong to make a model out of wood. It took a lot of time for Pan Yong and her to come up with a working pedal threshing machine.

Liu Qingcao bought something and returned to Shihe Village. The men and women of the whole village bent over in the fields, chopped off the rice one by one, and then gently piled them together.

There is a big threshing bucket in the open space beside it, and there are two people standing around the threshing bucket. No one holds a handful of rice in his hand, and repeatedly beats it hard on the crossbar in the bucket until it falls off completely, before going to Pick up another handful of rice and repeat this action over and over again.

"I'm so tired just looking at it..." Liu Qingcao frowned, looked at her little arms and legs, and shook her head. If her body worked for half a day, she wouldn't even think about moving it.

"It's really not possible, it's okay to get a wooden threshing machine." Liu Qingcao sat on the bullock cart, thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

"Try it, if it doesn't work, let's talk."

Liu Qingcao drove the ox cart and quickly returned to the yard.

"Brother Pan, can you make such a big threshing machine out of wood?"

Liu Qingcao tied up the cattle, found Pan Yong, and gestured to the size of the threshing machine with his hand.

Pan Yong thought for a while and said:

"Girl, it can be made, but I don't know if it can be used. I'm afraid it will fall apart. If I can find a big piece of wood, it can be used if it is thicker, but it is too laborious to be used. hand beat."

"Oh, forget it." Liu Qingcao gave up with a wave of her hand, it took more effort to use it, so why did she bother.

Pan Yong and Liu Qingcao have been making this threshing machine for almost half a month, so they naturally know its convenience, but if the main body is made of iron, the amount of iron is not a small amount, not to mention the money it will cost.

The poor can't afford it, and the rich don't bother to use it. Thinking of this, Pan Yong sighed helplessly.

Liu Qingcao knew that using wood would not work, so she stopped thinking about it and started wandering around the fields, seeing the smiles on people's faces and seeing them sweating from exhaustion, but she worked harder and faster to speed up.

The children are also in the field, holding a small cloth bag, bending over to pick up the fallen ears of grain.

Farmers in this era didn't know the benefits of intensive farming, so they planted the seedlings densely and didn't fertilize them much, so they didn't get much millet in the end.

On the other hand, in my own rice fields, each plant is separated by a certain distance, and two buckets of manure are applied from time to time. The rice grown in this way has thick grain stalks and many and full ears.

"In a few days, my rice can be harvested, and the villagers will naturally come to ask."

This rice field has attracted people's attention since it was planted, and people will come here to take a look from time to time, especially in recent days, the villagers have come more frequently.

(End of this chapter)