After Li Yi said his words, the surroundings became quiet again.

Several people looked at Li Yi blankly, feeling uneasy.

Everyone didn't know how to express their feelings. They were all thinking about what Li Yi said before about making more people rich.

Hearing this again, I feel so emotional.

"It was Li Dongzhu who was benevolent and came up with a way. He also used grass ash and salt to prevent the wheat from getting wet."

"Isn't that true? I was worried last night, but today I saw everything was fine."

"Our village is lucky to be next to Lijiazhuangzi."

"From now on, Lijiazhuang will look for helpers. If anyone doesn't come, they will be kicked out of the village, their membership will be removed, and they will not be allowed to enter the ancestral graves after they die."

"Yes, you are not allowed to enter the ancestral graves."

The people left behind from Zhangjia Village came to see the situation and talked while eating.

Li Yi trembled and was afraid.

For people in this era, death is terrifying enough, but what is even more terrifying is that they are not allowed to enter their ancestors' graves.

How many women have worked hard just to be able to go to the ancestral temple with their husbands to worship their ancestors.

The wife can enter, but the concubine cannot, and the concubine can only wipe her tears.

Some wives are not good enough, and the clan elders refuse to let them go, and then they seek death and survive.

So... digging people's graves, digging up people to practice, once you are caught...

After hearing this, Li Longji and others were not afraid. It had nothing to do with them.

On the contrary, they felt that it was right for Zhangjia Village to do this.

How much did Brother Yi help you? What he made was useless, and he even harvested wheat for you in heavy rain.

Build your own crafts and materials to prevent your wheat from getting moldy.

We hire your people in the vineyard, instead of sending people to watch over it and then beat your people when they come.

"The mill of Sifang Laowu's house needs to be dismantled and planed. The ditch is almost flat."

"It's better to grind less. Not all stones can be used for chisel grinding."

"Chiseling and grinding is a matter of skill. If you ask someone to chisel, you will have to give a lot of wheat."

Over there, the people in Zhangjia Village talked about grinding again.

Li Longji suddenly had a bad taste and asked Yao Chong: "Do you know why you use grinding?"

Yao Chong returned a resentful look, "Your Majesty, what do you mean? I was embarrassed last time, do you want to embarrass me this time?"

Humph! Do you think I’m stupid? After that day, I asked someone specifically, haha!

"Take off the wheat husks." Yao Chong replied with a "I understand" attitude.

Then he goes on to say: "In addition to using stone mills, we can only use a pounding machine on weekdays. We have a stone jar and a stone pillar, put the rice and wheat into it, pound it and remove the hulls."

"Of course!" Li Longji replied with one word. It was not difficult for Prime Minister Yao, but it was less fun.

Yao Chong was angry, his eyes rolled, and he turned to look at Li Yi.

"I heard that Li Dongzhu always has methods that are beneficial to farmers. If there is no stone mill, is it possible to make a new artifact for pounding grains?"

Yao Chong asked, waiting to see the joke.

Aren't you Li Yi awesome? You can answer anything I ask you.

Come on, I don’t have the money to make a stone mill now, but I still want to shell the rice and wheat quickly. It’s your turn. Don’t tell me you can’t do it, hum!

Li Yizheng soaked the fried dough sticks in soy milk, otherwise the fried dough sticks would be crispy and the roof of his mouth would be broken accidentally.

This soy milk and fried dough sticks are a perfect match.

Hearing the old man's question, he stopped and turned around to look: "Brother Wang, don't eat it yet. Please bring the rice hulls I made a few days ago, which are made of bamboo, wood and mud."

"I'll get some wheat by the way. I'll ask two people to do it. I'll be tired of pushing it alone."

A man next to me stood up and rushed out without saying a word.

Yao Chong: "..."

He once again had a question mark on his head.

What do you mean? Yes? Have you made it? Just bamboo, wood and mud?

Is this possible? I ask you, do you have it? I want to fly, just send me to the sky.

"Giggle, giggle," Queen Wang covered her mouth and smiled, stretched out her hand, and naturally placed it on Li Yi's head, rubbing and rubbing.

"Hmph!" Li Chengqi's face was facing the cafeteria tent at a 45-degree angle, but his eyes were squinting at Yao Chong. The meaning was self-evident.

"Humph!" Yao Chong glared at him.

"Haha!" Li Longji ate fermented bean curd. He found this new thing delicious.

Li Yi tied his hair again and didn't understand what the expressions of several people meant.

After a while, Brother Wang, who had just gone out, came in through the cafeteria door with four people, holding a big umbrella and pushing something on a flatbed cart.

The local people who are eating take a look at it and continue eating, knowing what it is and what the proprietor made it.

And I also know that I have to give it to others for free.

"Proprietor, we have brought everything." Brother Wang reported.

"Brother Wang, thank you for your hard work." Li Yi said.

He stood up and asked people to carry the things he had brought down.

Introduction: “It’s hard to find a good stone for polishing, and it’s also hard to find a stone carver.”

"I made a circle with bamboo, stuffed it with soil, and then laid out the wood pieces like stone mill trenches and pressed them into the soil."

"Press the soil hard so that it becomes the millstone underneath the stone mill."

"Make another one, do the same thing, and turn it into a grinding disc on a stone mill."

"After the mud hardens, grinding something is no worse than stone grinding, and with the addition of connecting rods, one person can push and pull."

"This thing is called rice hulls. It doesn't need to be so big to grind wheat. It's made bigger to grind rice better."

"This thing is called soil rice. It takes some time to make and needs to be dried before it can be used."

"Another simple one is called wooden raft, which is made directly from wood. It is good for soldiers on the march."

"Wooden rice mills can only grind very dry rice and wheat."

"Earth hulls can grind wet rice and wheat."

"Generally, one stone hull can grind out two hundred stones of rice or wheat before it breaks."

"Wooden rice can only be used by strong people, but earth rice can be used by women and weak men."

Li Yi's words were no longer so elegant. He told people in Zhangjia Village.

After saying that, the people on Zhuangzi put the wheat grains into the upper basket. The basket had a mouth that allowed the wheat grains to flow down.

A person stands there, stretches his arms forward and pulls back, and the connecting rod rotates around the entire hull.

The wheat husks and wheat kernels are separated and come out from the cracks in the hull.

After a short while, a pile of wheat was shelled, and people were pushing and pushing. It was not tiring, and it was easier than stone grinding.

"There should be a rope hanging from this, so you don't need to use too much force when pushing." Li Yi pointed to a place on the push rod and said.

"The chaff or bran produced by grinding does not need to be winnowed, but blown on a fan. It was available in the Western Han Dynasty, but I don't see it now, so I just make it."

"The grinded stuff is poured into the fan cart, and the fan cart rotates, and the bran is blown out."

"Both of these can be used with two rods, so..."

"You can pedal and waterwheel." Li Chengqi answered excitedly.

Yao Chong wiped his sweat and had many words in his heart.

Translated: Damn it, from threshing and shelling to blowing ashes, it's all integrated by the river.

If you really can't find the river, just step on it with your feet.

You young proprietor, do you want to be so cruel?

The people in Zhangjia Village now have straight eyes. They don’t need a stone grinder. It’s just a thing like this. Anyone can grind it.

The people in Zhuangzi take a look at it and think that they still eat their own food. Don’t you think about the food made by the proprietor? It is guaranteed to be useful.

Who is our proprietor? There is nothing he cannot do.

We all have toothpaste and toothbrushes. When we brush them, we make a lot of bubbles. Don’t you know?

"Eldest brother, third brother, I have already finished the drawings. Bring back a physical object. Please help me promote it."

Li Yi turned around and said to Li Chengqi and Li Longji.

This thing is something from Tiangongkaiwu. It has pictures and words, so just follow it.

Li Longji walked around the table, stood in front of Li Yi, suddenly stretched out his hand, picked up Li Yi, and spun him around.

After turning it around five times in a row, I put it down.

Li Longji patted Li Yi on the shoulder and touched his head: "Brother Yi, do you know what it means to make this set of utensils?"

"It means we are still far away from the combine harvester." Li Yi muttered in confusion.

"Yes, that's a good name, combine harvest." Li Longji quoted it out of context.

"Dongzhu Li." A man from Zhangjia Village spoke to Li Yi carefully.
Chapter completed!