PNB Chapter 251 In the end, it still came.
Chapter 251 In the end, it still came.
"Yes, yes! You must be Madam Lin! We are villagers from another village and would like to visit the village. Zhao Hua said we came to find you!"
Gao Mengli: ……
So, she was the only one with the most free time in the whole village. After all, even her daughter Xixi was helping out at the canteen.
With this important task in hand, Gao Mengli couldn't let everyone down. She nodded to everyone and said, "Okay, I'll take you to see it."
As he spoke, he led the group eastward.
"The dock ahead is where we plan to build. It's not finished yet, so we won't go there. We came here mainly to see the watermill in our village!"
The group followed Gao Mengli to the watermill, where the huge wooden wheel slowly turned under the impact of the water flow, driving a series of stone mills and making a rhythmic "creaking" sound.
The villagers next door were grinding rice flour, and fine rice noodles were falling continuously.
Gao Mengli introduced with a smile: "This water mill can remove husks and grind flour, saving time and effort."
Grinding rice flour by hand used to be tiring and slow, but now it can grind enough rice flour in a day to feed the whole village for several days, and they can even sell the surplus at the market.
A village chief curiously approached and touched the wooden frame: "This structure looks ingenious, but was it difficult to build?"
Our village also has a stream; if we could build one, it would save a lot of effort.
Gao Mengli patiently explained: "It's not difficult. The key is to choose the right location and calculate the speed and force of the water flow."
In the early stages, we need to find a few skilled carpenters and plumbers to oversee the work. Materials are also easy to source, mostly wood readily available in the village. Once built, daily maintenance will be simple.
Upon hearing Gao Mengli's words, several village chiefs sighed softly.
Gao Mengli was taken aback: "What's wrong?"
One of the village chiefs scratched his head sheepishly: "To be honest, we don't have pottery-making skills like Tuyao Village, nor do we raise pigs like Xingyu Village. In fact, we don't even have carpenters in our village..."
They were truly, plain and simple, poor...
Gao Mengli was speechless for a moment...
However, I still asked, "If we hire someone to do it, can each of your households chip in the money? Just like in our village, the communal facilities are all built with money pooled together by everyone."
The village chiefs exchanged glances, their eyes lit up, and they nodded.
"Sure, sure! But if I had to pay for it myself, it definitely wouldn't be enough. However, if each household contributes a little, then there won't be a problem!"
No wonder Wangyue Village was so terrifying; it's because the villagers are united, and every household contributed money to the village's construction!
If their village also unites, although it may not be as developed as Wangyue Village, it certainly won't be any worse.
Gao Mengli nodded after receiving confirmation, and pointed to the new house next to the old house:
“In a little while, you will go to my father’s house to place the order. The watermill was made by my father and the carpentry apprentices in the village.”
The village chiefs readily agreed, their eyes filled with excitement.
Gao Mengli nodded, then led everyone to the riverbank: "This is our village's washing tub. Look, just like that aunt over there, throw your dirty clothes in, and they'll come out clean in a little while!"
Following Gao Mengli's gaze, everyone saw a woman by the river putting clothes into a wooden drum. A water trough connected to the drum was filled with water, which slowly rotated under the force of the water flow, causing the drum to tumble continuously.
A short while later, the woman retrieved the clothes, which were indeed spotless, drawing exclamations of amazement from several village chiefs.
No wonder this village was built so quickly.
Household chores take up a lot of time, but a washing machine is a lifesaver for women and old bachelors alike.
The time saved can be used to cultivate a lot more wasteland!
Moreover, after a day's work, you don't have to go through the trouble of washing clothes and shoes.
All you need to do is throw your dirty clothes into the wooden tub, and they'll be neatly hung out to dry!
"This thing is really novel! In our village, we wash clothes by hand, which is a lot of work and we still can't get them clean."
The village chiefs were lavish in their praise.
Compared to others, they not only lack equipment, but also personal free time.
That saved time could have saved so much land that couldn't be dug! So much work that couldn't be done!
A village chief couldn't help but lean closer and examine the structure of the washing tub closely. "Madam Lin, this looks easy to make. Can our village make it?"
Gao Mengli nodded. This thing doesn't require any technical skill; you can learn it just by looking at it.
She never thought about making money from this; after all, liberating productive forces to cultivate more land and harvest more grain was her top priority.
After all, Dou Wei was short of supplies, so she had to give him a push.
If there are no high-yield, high-quality varieties, then plant more of them and make up for it with quantity!
Gao Mengli smiled and said to the village chiefs, "Don't worry, everyone. There's really no technical barrier to this washing drum. We can find a few skilled people in the village, and they can definitely make it by following the example."
The village chiefs were all beaming with joy, and they repeatedly thanked Gao Mengli.
They didn't bother with the rest of the tour; they were going to place an order for the water mill at the Lin family's house and were also busy making washing tubs.
With these two time-saving tools, the amount of wasteland seems much smaller.
So, after a few busy days, Qin Shen Shen thought she could finally relax when fewer people came, only to see the villagers returning and coming back to borrow land.
He resigned himself to continuing to write land deeds for the villagers and stamp them.
Dou Weiyi, on the other hand, was all smiles!
The more land the villagers own, the more they will earn in the future, and the grain output of the entire Pingyao County will increase several times over!
Buying grain from ordinary people is much cheaper than buying grain from grain merchants!
After all, most of the grain in the hands of grain merchants came from the estates of wealthy families, and the selling price was quite high.
They monopolized the grain supply, and the military camps couldn't afford the high prices.
The entire Pingyao County is showing an increasingly prosperous trend.
That day, Ah Li lay on the roof, basking in the winter sun.
Suddenly, a carrier pigeon flew in.
Ah Li sat up abruptly, nimbly grabbed the carrier pigeon, untied the bamboo tube tied to its leg, and pulled out a slip of paper from it.
Upon unfolding it, his expression changed slightly.
"In the end... you still came..."
He stuffed the note into his mouth, said something to Gao Mengli, and then hurriedly headed towards Pingyao County.
He wouldn't even bother with anyone else.
But if it were him, he would absolutely have to go.
As soon as he arrived at the city gate, he saw a tall man wearing a straw hat. Although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, he recognized him at a glance by his figure.
The man also noticed Ah Li, took off his straw hat to reveal a cold and somewhat weathered face, and stared straight at Ah Li.
"Long time no see, Ah Li."
A-Li stepped forward, her expression complex: "Mengze, you finally came..."
Mengze curled her lips into a smile: "Shouldn't I have come?"
He looked A-Li up and down: "Everyone says you're dead, but I don't believe it. We used our special carrier pigeons, but we never thought we'd find you alive."
Ah Li, you're still alive, that's wonderful!