Qian Jiujiu raised an eyebrow. She didn't expect that Father Fang still had a heart that cared about the country and the people. She looked at Mu Yexiao and said, "My husband, you should be busy these days and promote this thing. And by the way, take care of the surrounding areas."
This thresher is definitely much better than using manpower to knock two grains off the straw. Mu Yexiao also knew that if this matter was done well, it would benefit the country and the people, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then I will take care of this matter first. Master Fang, you can come with me."
Qian Jiujiu looked at the craftsmen and said, "You guys, go make a few more with the wood from the neighboring courtyard, and then send them over so that the people in Fangjia Village can try them out first."
Mu Yexiao looked at the craftsmen and said, "Make a few more. I may need to come over to get some later."
There are more than 120 villages under Xianyou Town. If each village has one machine, more than 120 machines will be needed. What's more, some villages are quite large, so one machine is definitely not enough.
Thinking of this, Mu Yexiao spoke up: "Let's make 150 units first."
Master Fang was a little surprised: "You made so many, are you planning to sell them?"
I knew that even wood is expensive. One hundred and fifty units would cost a lot of money. And since you came to Xianyou Town, you must have spent a lot of money.
Mu Yexiao did explain: "I'm not selling it. I'll just post a notice when I get back and ask the head of each village to come and get one to use."
This is free, he really is rich. Qian Jiujiu never thought that Mu Yexiao would think this way, and couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, everyone in my family is good at making money, otherwise being a county magistrate would bankrupt our family."
When Mu Yexiao heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn't say much. Instead, he took Master Fang away.
Looking at the backs of the two people, Father Fang always felt that they were fleeing in despair. He touched his head and looked at Qian Jiujiu.
"Madam, can we continue to use this threshing machine to thresh the grains?"
Qian Jiujiu hummed: "Of course, I have brought everything with me, use it."
Several craftsmen also returned to the other courtyard and continued to make threshing machines. With such a great contribution, I believe that the adults will definitely reward them well after they are done.
The craftsmen had all left, and the eldest son had also left. At this time, the role of these children was reflected. The hard work of operating the threshing machine was naturally done by Fang's father and the second brother of the Fang family.
The others all brought rice and put it on the thresher to thresh the grains. With Qian Jiujiu and his group present, Fang Xiaoxi's home had always attracted much attention, even when it came to threshing rice.
The villagers who had not finished harvesting the rice would take a look inside Fang Xiaoxi's yard when passing by. It would not be a big deal if they did not look, but if they did, wouldn't they see something new
They immediately gathered around him and said, "Brother Fang, what are you doing here? The grains are falling off so quickly."
And most importantly, it doesn't look as hard as before. Father Fang couldn't help laughing when he heard someone asking about his brother.
"This is the thresher that the county magistrate brought. It is used to thresh grains. It is more convenient than before and faster."
The villager was envious when he heard it, and after watching for a while, he became even more envious: "I still have work to do in the fields, so I'll leave first."
It's not that they didn't want to ask if they could borrow it. It's just that Qian Jiujiu was standing there, so they didn't dare to. What's more, this was brought by the county magistrate, so who knows if it will be useful.
After leaving Fang Xiaoxi's house, he immediately spread the news about the thresher. Everyone in the village was shocked.
Some people even went to Fang Xiaoxi's house to watch, and after watching, they all wanted to use the thresher. They didn't dare to ask for help themselves, so they went to the head of Fangjia Village.
"Village chief, do you want to go to Fang Xiaoxi's house to take a look? We also want to use the thresher, and we can't let him take all the good things."
If we had known that at the beginning, Fang Xiaoxi's family was one of the poorest families in the village.
But since the new county magistrate came, Fang Xiaoxi's family seemed to have a change of fortune. First, the eldest son of the Fang family became a legal advisor, and then the sickly Fang Xiaoxi not only recovered, but also became a good cook.
Now that they have such a good thing, it is better for them to try it first. When it does not concern their own interests, others will just say a few words behind their backs.
But when it comes to their own interests, everyone starts from their own direction. The village chief also understands these people's thoughts.
"Okay, stop arguing. You're making me dizzy. It's just about the threshing machine. I'll go over there and ask if I can borrow it after they've finished using it."
After all, their family didn't have a lot of land. If the thresher was really fast, it was estimated that all the grains would be harvested by tomorrow. By then, some families would have just finished harvesting, so they could borrow it to use.
When everyone heard that the village chief was willing to ask, they began to urge him: "Then village chief, go quickly."
The village chief came to Fang Xiaoxi's home with everyone's expectations. He saw Fang's father and his family were still working non-stop, and the grains on the ground were increasing. The village chief began to feel jealous.
Father Fang saw the village chief and asked: "Village chief, why are you here?"
The village chief felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. But this thing was really good: "Well, I just want to ask, after you finish using this thresher, can you rent it to us? How much is it per day? We can negotiate."
After thinking for a long time, the village chief still felt that renting was the best solution, but the price per day still needed to be negotiated.
Father Fang was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "Village head, it's not that I don't want to, but this thresher is not ours. The county magistrate's wife is still there, go ask her."
The village chief thought so too. He thought the county magistrate had put the thresher here for trial use. He probably did it for Mr. Fang's sake. He was a little scared when facing the county magistrate's wife.
But the hope of the whole village rested on him, so the village chief mustered up his courage and came to Qian Jiujiu: "Meet the county magistrate's wife."
Qian Jiujiu knew that this was the head of Fangjia Village: "Is there anything I can do for you, head of the village?"
It is still a bit difficult to ask for help, but since he had opened his mouth, the village chief just said it directly.
Qian Jiujiu understood: "Everyone in your village wants to use the thresher, right? Sure. Go back and log in to find out who wants to use it and the order of priority. When Xiaoxi's family is done using it, they can just come and get it. There's no need to pay for rent or anything like that. After all, this thresher is meant to serve you."
So this was planned long ago? The village chief was very excited and looked at Qian Jiujiu: "Thank you, Madam. I will go back and ask them to register now."
As the village chief ran very fast, Qian Jiujiu couldn't help but sigh: "This village chief is in really good health."
After the village chief came back, many people came up to him and asked, "Village chief, how is it? Did they agree?"
Seeing everyone's expectant look, the village chief said with a smile: "Agreed, now let's register and see who goes first and who goes last."
After hearing this, everyone started talking at once: "Let my family go first, our family is small and won't take up much time."
"No, your family has less. What I mean is that you shouldn't fight over it. Let my family take it. We have more, so let me use it first."
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The village chief frowned as he watched everyone quarreling, even getting red in the face and about to fight. Seeing this, the village chief was a little angry.
"Shut up, everyone. What are you guys arguing about? Before you got this threshing machine, weren't you guys doing just fine? Why are you arguing?"
Seeing the village chief getting angry, the villagers were still a little scared. After all, the village chief was still very majestic: "Then village chief, tell me, how should we decide the order?"
The village chief is also in a difficult situation. There is only one thresher, and the family has so many. It is unfair to give it to someone first and who uses it later.
After thinking for a while, the village chief's eyes lit up: "I have thought of a good way. Let's decide by drawing lots. It all depends on your luck."
This is a good idea. It depends on luck who goes first and who goes last. The village chief found a box and some identical wooden sticks with numbers written on them.
Everything was ready, so people lined up to draw lots. At the moment of lining up, people started scrambling for the lot, but the village chief ignored them and waved to the first person to draw the lot.
There are many families in Fangjia Village. While the villagers were fighting for the property, one family seemed particularly quiet.
"Dad, why don't we send all our rice to my third brother's house this year and let him thresh it for us. That way, we can use the thresher first."
The person who spoke was Fang's father's eldest brother, Fang Dalang. Fang's father had split up the family for many years. The reason for the split was because the Fang family had many young boys and a sickly child, and was very poor.
Even if you didn't say hello when you met, it would be embarrassing to suddenly get close to him now that you see he's doing well.
Fang's father felt that he couldn't afford to lose face, but the temptation of the thresher was really great, so the old father decided to go and find it.
"Okay, let's do it. But you have to keep an eye on the things, so you don't get hurt."
Fang Dalang smiled: "Dad, with you and mom here, there's no way we'll suffer any loss."
In fact, what he was thinking in his heart was that if he had to suffer a loss, it would be Fang's father who would suffer a loss. After all, people should be filial. When the time comes, let his father take action, and he can even get a lot of food belonging to Fang's father's family!
When Fang Dalang thought of this possibility, his mood instantly became much better. So he quickly found his sons who were still working in the fields.
"Hurry up, start carrying all the rice you have harvested to your second uncle's house. Put it all at your second uncle's house."
The sons were all confused, but they were very obedient. They carried rice on their backs and went to Fang Xiaoxi's home one by one.