After reaching the place in the dark, I saw a few machines, and everyone became more interested.

From the time the village was founded to the present, no production team has ever had machines. Nowadays, these machines are popular gadgets. If nothing else, who doesn’t know that the jobs in the town’s machine shop and oil press shop are all fat jobs?

Not to mention anything else, someone would send me something every once in a while. Otherwise, if someone else can produce 70 jins of flour from 100 jins of wheat, your family can only produce 60 jins or even less.

It’s not like no one here in Shimo Village has suffered this kind of loss, but you know you’ve suffered a loss and there’s nothing you can do about it, so everyone can only secretly give someone a bag of peanuts or a few peanuts every time they grind flour and press oil.

Pancakes and the like.

Yang Chuanwu saw someone picking and touching, so he immediately said: "Don't touch blindly. What will you do if it breaks in the dark? Work quickly. It's up to you to hold it and watch it when it gets bright tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the young men started to laugh and start working.

Although they were joking and joking, these young people were really unambiguous when it came to their work, and soon everyone carried the three machines onto the boat together.

Once the machine arrived on the ship, new problems arose.

"It's good now, we can't fit so many people on the boat," Yang Chuanwu said with a smile.

Three machines were too heavy, and it was also because Gu Siwei's ship was too small. Even Gu Siwei never thought that his ship would one day carry three machines. If he had thought about it, he really wouldn't mind rebuilding the ship to be bigger.

Doubled.

"The machine will go first, Siwei. You take the machine and these two boys and go first. They will row the boat over to pick us up later. You can go home and rest early."

Yang Chuanwu quickly arranged the matter. As an old captain, this little thing would not trouble him.

Gu Siwei had no objection, because he was indeed homesick, so he jumped on the boat without saying a word.

This time the boat is not as comfortable as it was when we came here, because when we came it was with the current, and we just let the boat slide all the way down. Now going back from here is going against the current, so we not only need to use oars but also

A pole is required.

Fortunately, the water flow from here to the village is not very fast, and the river surface is also wide, so it is hard work, but it is not the kind of exhaustion.

Two young men rowed a boat, while Gu Siwei stood on the bow and used his pole to exert some strength.

When the boat arrived at the village but before entering the village, it saw a bright light at the entrance of the village.

Gu Siwei also said that something big seemed to have happened in the village, but when the boat got closer, he saw that the villagers had gotten up in the middle of the night to watch the fun.

"Machine? What machine and what does it look like?"

Before the boat reached the cliff, someone on the shore was heard shouting.

Gu Siwei was immediately happy and shouted to the villagers on the shore: "You guys are really energetic. You stayed up in the middle of the night to come and look at the machine. This machine can be gone overnight. Do you have to take it with you to watch it?"

Almost the whole village, old and young, have come out. Except for Gu Siwei's own family and the two families of Liu Fulin and Guo Shengshou who live a little further away, all the rest are here now.

Oh, I forgot, let’s get rid of the Yang Chuanwu ones over there.

What amused Gu Siwei the most was that the half-sized babies, whose milky smell had not yet subsided, were yawning and watching the fun.

The boat docked.

"We'll see if it works after the machine reaches the shore. With so many people coming up, it will capsize the boat. Everyone should give way. A few young people will come and bring some poles to carry the machine to the shore..."

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A young man who came with the boat seemed to be very energetic when he spoke, as if I had made a contribution.

Soon, someone on the shore brought tools. It was easier to get from the boat to the shore. There were only seven or eight people there, but now there are seventy or eighty here, and even women can carry and carry them. So

These people worked together, and these small machines landed lightly on the shore.

"Is this a flour grinder?"

Yang Wuwu's father, Yang Xingjia, came close to the machine, almost afraid of putting his face against the machine.

"That's not a flour mill, that's for shelling rice and wheat."

There are still some knowledgeable people in the village.

"These ones look smaller than the ones in town. The ones in town are all bigger," someone asked.

"What do you know? It seems big in this town. Look how big the bucket over there is. If we add a bucket here, it won't be much smaller than the one in the town..."

Someone immediately refuted it.

"So that's how it is." Some people suddenly felt that they had learned a lot.

Gu Siwei wanted to laugh when he heard this. He had seen the machines in the town before. They were definitely bigger than the ones we had now, and they served different customers.

In the past, shops in Hong Kong were small businesses, and they used single-cylinder diesel engines, unlike the ones in town that used electric motors with generators.

Gu Siwei didn't want to listen to the nonsense from the folks. He wanted to go home now.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to say go home, he heard something that made him very unhappy.

"Well, now that we have our own machines, we no longer have to look at the faces of those grandsons in town." Guo Xiangping's voice rang out.

Gu Siwei was a little confused and asked: "Uncle Guo, why did the mill people in this town offend you?"

"Aren't you offended? If you don't give them anything to grind noodles, they will trick you to death," Guo Xiangping said.

Gu Siwei sounded a little confused, because Gu Siwei had never given anything to him before.

"Do you still want to give me something?" Gu Siwei asked.

"That's not true! Didn't you give me anything when you were grinding the noodles?" A young man standing next to Gu Siwei asked curiously.

"No," Gu Siwei said.

Guo Xiangping said: "Then you must have given him chaff and bran, right?"

"No, our family has to feed pigs and sheep with these things, so how can we give them to him? Every time I line up and pour the rice in," Gu Siwei said.

After hearing this, Guo Xiangping asked happily: "How many kilograms of rice can you produce from one kilogram of rice?"

"Last time a hundred kilograms of rice came out with sixty-two kilograms of rice," Gu Siwei said.

Gu Siwei remembered this very clearly. That was because he sent the bag of rice to his father-in-law. When weighing it, he divided out fifty kilograms and kept twelve kilograms at home, so the total cost of one hundred kilograms of rice was

There were sixty-two kilograms of rice and thirty-eight kilograms of bran.

Guo Xiangping asked: "What kind of rice?"

"It's the rice we grow ourselves."

Gu Siwei thought to himself: Why does it seem that there are many kinds of rice in our village, how about just one kind of rice from beginning to end? Moreover, my rice has large grains and thin skin, which is much better than yours.

Guo Xiangping said: "Look! Our rice should weigh about 72 to 78 jins per 100 jins. Your rice is bigger, and it must be at least 75 jins. What are you doing?"

Sixty-two kilograms, they took away at least ten kilograms. You said you didn’t give them anything, but in fact, you gave them more than we did.”

"Brother Siwei, those people gave you ten catties of rice in exchange for ten catties of bran." There was a young man next to him who directly told the story of Gu Siwei being tricked.

Gu Siwei was stunned. He really hadn't thought about this.

Gu Siwei is not very careful about such trivial matters, and since there are as many rices as there are in the space, he naturally cannot care about how much rice can be produced from a bag of rice.

So someone took advantage of it.

He had never been a farmer before, so he didn't know the twists and turns involved. He thought he was watching the rice go in, so it would be so easy to steal his own rice.

As a result, his face was slapped hard.

The ability of these people to steal rice and face was beyond what Gu Siwei could have imagined.

"That side is not...".

Gu Siwei thought about it, he was not only a machine but also a grinder.

"Then don't think about it. As long as you don't give it away, you can't run away. Just steal it like you. If he thinks you are smart, he will trick you. He has to grind it three times before he can do it. He just wants to do it.

If I give it to you twice, you will have more wheat bran but less flour.

Now you know why these grandsons are nothing."

Guo Xiangping looked at Gu Siwei with a smile on his face.

"You don't know?" Luan Jianming asked when he saw Gu Siwei scratching his head.

"I……".

Gu Siwei wanted to say the word "屮", but in the end he didn't say it, mainly because all the children in the village were there.

"You will know next time. How can a person not be deceived in this life?" Guo Xiangping began to comfort Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei now wanted to go to those people to settle accounts, but after thinking about it, he decided to let it go.

"Okay, now that our village has machines, we won't have to look at them anymore. Oh, by the way, what does this machine use? Gasoline or diesel?"

"Diesel, didn't you notice that it has small wheels? This is a diesel engine."

The speaker was one of the two new workers in the village, Sun Qiumei's nephew, and the one Zhao Fangming gave up his spot.

"Being a worker is different after all, and my horizons have broadened."

As soon as these words came out, and they came from Sun Qiumei's brother, others looked down upon her. It's really shameless for one's own family to praise one's own family.

Gu Siwei said: "Then I'll go back first. I haven't been home for a long time."

"What have you been doing?"
To be continued...