Raising the Demon

Chapter 49
As the saying goes, people are refreshed on happy occasions. These days, except for Zi Baifeng's occasional misfortune that gave him a headache, Zijian is happier every day.In addition, the entire Xiayan Village has more and more spiritual energy, and the villagers' condition is getting better and better.Being with Zi Baifeng all day long, he also received a lot of spiritual nourishment, so it's no wonder that he is in a bad state of mind.

Dad is only in his early thirties, he is not old at all.Zi Baifeng realized this again, his father, this is definitely a talent!Hey, I'm in my early thirties, how dare I ask this handsome young man with white temples, who are you, are you really my father?This is not scientific at all!Why did Mao suddenly feel that he was being taken advantage of!
In this unreal feeling, Zi Baifeng discovered that the site had been selected, the foundation had been laid, the piles had been buried, the millstones had been brought in, the beams had been raised, the four walls had been erected, and the shelves had been erected. Even the water truck was finished by the old man who rushed to work all night.

But in four or five days, the work was actually finished... Finished?

Although there is a more magical formula for raising demons, Zi Baifeng was still shocked by the efficiency of the villagers.

This small mountain village, which had been silent for a long time, burst out with surprising cohesion in the face of sudden development. The water wheel of the mill was officially launched, which was the last step of the whole process. The young man carried the assembled water wheel into the water, and with the help of some equipment, under the loud command of Yan Lao Wu who hurried back, he firmly stuck the three-person high water wheel in the deep water. On a shelf secured by wooden stakes driven into the ground.

At that moment, the entire Xiayan Village had tens of thousands of people, no, hundreds of people, and even the people who went into the mountains to look for jade postponed their departure time just to see this scene.

"Scholar, come!" Yan Lao Wu stood in front of the water mill, pointing to a wooden wrench.

"I come?"

"Master Xiucai, come on, come on!" Everyone shouted.

Zi Baifeng looked around, suddenly a little nervous.

Although the hydraulic mill I designed has undergone some improvements from my father and Shi San, but... But it will not be unsuccessful, it will not break after a few turns, it will not collapse all at once!Do you want to write a few words first to be an insurance...

Zi Baifeng was so nervous that he walked with the same hands and feet. Amidst the crowd laughing, someone shouted: "Master Xiucai, can you do it? If you can't, I'll come!"

This shout immediately caused everyone to laugh.

Zi Baifeng walked up to Yan Laowu, and under Yan Laowu's encouraging gaze, he grabbed the wooden wrench and pulled it down, but it didn't.

The crowd laughed again.

"Try harder." The old man laughed beside him.

Zi Baifeng exerted all his breastfeeding strength and dropped all his strength onto it. There was a crisp click, and Zi Baifeng thought the wooden handle in his hand was broken. Who knew that he saw the wooden connecting piece. It fell down and got stuck with the wooden teeth of the millstone and water wheel.

The gurgling stream flowed down from the mountain and turned into a rapid current here. The water flow drove the water wheel. With a slight creaking sound, the thick connecting rod was twisted, and then the force acting on the wooden rod as thick as one person The power was transmitted to the stone mill, and then the stone mill began to turn!

At first, it just rotated slowly, then the speed immediately increased, and finally it started to rotate at a constant speed at a speed of about two seconds.

"Wow!" The windows of the water mill hadn't been installed yet, and they were wide open. At this time, the villagers saw the millstone turning, as if they had seen the most amazing thing in the world: "Turn it! It's gone! It's really turned!"

Yan Laowu's eyes were full of excitement, he handed over a long spoon with a handful of wheat grains in it, and said to Zi Baifeng: "Master Xiucai, you are still here!"

"Or me?" Zi Baifeng felt that he really had too much limelight today, so he wouldn't be short-lived.

"Of course it's you, it's your credit." Yan Lao Wu seldom used respectful words to Zi Baifeng, and now the old man was also excited.

More than 30 years ago, before Yan Laowu became a clan elder, he thought about building a mill, but how could the village have such strength at that time?They couldn't even guarantee food and clothing.

If it is done manually, the efficiency is not much higher than that of a stone mortar, and it is thankless to spend such effort.

Zi Baifeng took the long spoon, and the little stone jumped out from the side, jumping anxiously: "I want to come, I want to come too!"

Zi Baifeng smiled, pampered Xiaoshi Qingpi's head, and said, "Okay, you come."

Zi Baifeng held the little stone in his arms, and the little stone held up a long spoon and poured grains of wheat into the grinding eyes.

When the wheat grains entered the mill's eyes, the stone mill rang out bursts of fine sounds, like spring silkworms eating, like fine grass sprouting, it was a sound full of vitality, just listening to it made people feel happy.

There was silence all around for a while, only the creaking sound of the waterwheel turning and the gurgling sound of the water.

After less than a minute, fine white noodles began to flow out from the lower mouth.The first bowl of white noodles was made with the bran removed, so the snow white was not mixed with other colors. In the eyes of the villagers, it was whiter than snow, whiter than silver, and whiter than Yan Laowu's hair.

Yan Laowu held up the bowl placed by the exit with both hands, looking at the snow-white flour, his hands were trembling.

This is not just a bowl of fine white noodles, but also a brand-new spiritual sustenance, an unspeakable sense of achievement and melancholy.

After 5 minutes, no more white noodles flowed out. Yan Laowu held the bowl in front of his chest, his beard trembled twice, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The old man was in tears.

A man doesn't flick his tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the sad point?No, just not to the point of joy.

Ancestor...

Xiayan Village is about to recover again, I, Yan Lao Wu, am not ashamed of my ancestors...

"Grandpa, do you want to make water and noodles?" A little guy who didn't know what to do or not was screaming from behind, and the old man's tears fell into the bowl, and the muddy old tears wet the white noodles. Didn't hear it, just stared blankly at the bowl of noodles.

This bowl of noodles must be offered at the altar of the ancestors; this bowl of noodles is a better gift than the village's juniors admitted to the academy; this bowl of noodles is the bright future of the village!
Seeing that the old man was still immersed in his own thoughts, Zi Baifeng coughed and said, "Everyone, now the mill in Xiayan Village is officially ready for use, and those who need to grind flour can come and line up."

"I'll come, I'll come!" Immediately, impatient younger students were about to step forward, each of them carrying a bag, and they all planned to come to grind the noodles.

"Don't worry!" Yan Lao Wu had woken up from his own thoughts at this time, shouted loudly, and said, "Scholar, you guys come first!"

"Father?" Zi Baifeng hesitated.

Zijian was not hypocritical, he laughed and said, "I'll try first."

He brought a small bag of wheat, and poured the grain into an inverted triangular funnel-like container above the millstone. Immediately, the wheat grains were sprinkled from the container at a uniform speed, and Zijian adjusted a small wooden board under the container. , the leaked wheat grains slowed down a bit, like a stream of water, continuous.While doing it, Zijian explained it.

Everyone started staring and listening again, as if they never got tired of seeing and hearing a hundred times.The water mill is nothing unusual to Zi Baifeng—of course, he has never seen the real thing—but for most people in the village, this is the first time they have seen it, and they feel that everything is very strange. Miraculously, the trickle of wheat grains can cause bursts of exclamation.

Then, fine white flour flowed from under the mill, only a little different from the previous one, this time like a trickle.However, there are some bran mixed in these flours, and they have to go back and sieve again, just like the rocks exposed outside the snow layer after the first snow.

Zijian put the bag of wheat on the bottom and continued, the trickle continued, and slowly formed a small pile at the bottom of the bag, and then spread a layer, and then filled the bag half full.

"So fast! So fast!" Everyone exclaimed, guessing that in less than a quarter of an hour, the small bag of noodles had been ground.

"It's too fast!" The villagers suddenly became excited again, and Zi Baifeng had to stand up to maintain order: "Don't worry, don't worry, this millstone belongs to Uncle Shi, let Uncle Shi beat it first!"

Everyone had no objection, and then Shi San stepped forward.

"Uncle Yan has put in a lot of effort, Uncle Yan, come here!"

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry!" Yan Dalian waved his hands, he pushed the old Tuozi beside him, "Let the old Tuozi come first, he has to hurry to find jade in the mountains!"

This good-natured joke made everyone burst into laughter.

The old Tuozi came forward with a bag, Zi Baifeng peeked at it, and finally it wasn't the one he changed with his trouser leg.

The little Tuozi followed the old Tuozi closely, looking at Namo, then at Zi Baifeng, his eyes were shining, full of admiration.

Little Stone went over and pulled him, and the two of them ran around the mill, shouting and jumping.

On this day, it was like a festival. The villagers lined up to grind the noodles, and they were not in a hurry to leave after grinding.

Zi Baifeng loudly explained the rules of using the stone mill, for example, the last one to finish grinding should push the wooden pole up, and if the water flow is too fast after heavy rain, it is best not to use it, and everyone agreed.

On this day, every family ate fine white noodles, and the sound of pounding noodles in stone mortars that was constantly ringing in every household on weekdays finally disappeared.

In the next few days, there was still a queue at the beginning, but then the villagers roughly figured out the rules, and each found a time to make up their hands. If they arrived at the same time, they would chat and grind noodles together. Anyway, there was not much time.

A few days later, something happened that made the old man furious.

With the convenience of the mill, the villagers began to think carefully. They carried the ground noodles to Mengcheng to sell, and then carried back the grain to grind the noodles.It’s summer now, and the fine white noodles can only be left for ten or twenty days before they go bad. There are no stockpiles anywhere, so the fine white noodles on the market are a sought-after item. Once you come and go, you can make a profit of 20% Forty, or even forty or fifty difference in price.

In Xiayan Village, a big fart place, what can be hidden from others?However, after changing hands twice, the matter spread, and soon reached the old man's ears.

(End of this chapter)