Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

Just as the old prince and Mo Beihan had expected, the emperor really put all the blame on Shui Bailian.

The "result" obtained by the Jingzhao prefect during the interrogation was that all those men in black were sent by Shui Bailian.

Shui Bailian was sent to the military camp to serve as a prostitute, Shui Fu was stripped of his generalship and demoted to a commoner, and Shui Fu was confiscated.

Deputy General Shui was so ashamed that he committed suicide by taking poison. The old deputy general, who had once fought bravely against the enemy, must have felt such regret before he died because his granddaughter, whom he had doted on for more than ten years, had to live in shame.

Shui Baihong, the eldest son of the Shui family who originally had a lively and cheerful personality, quietly collected his grandfather's body, dismissed the servants in the mansion, and escorted his grandfather's body back to the northern border for burial with the only two remaining loyal old servants.

Mo Beihan spent a large sum of money to buy an ice coffin as a gift to him, and walked out of the city gate to see him off for ten miles.

There is a willow pavilion ten miles outside the city.

"Please stay, my lord! I will remember your kindness in giving me the coffin today, and I will repay you one day. But now my Shui family has been demoted to commoners, and there is a huge difference between us and the royal palace. All the things in the past are in the past. From now on, our friendship is gone, and we will just be ordinary passers-by."

Mo Beihan pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but finally sighed and nodded lightly: "Okay!"

From now on, his only childhood playmate would become a stranger to him.

But he did not regret it. Even if he could do it again, he would not forgive Shui Bailian for what she did, just as he would not forgive Prince Ping and the Emperor.

It’s just that the emperor can’t do anything for now, but Prince Ping…

In Qingshui Village, the summer harvest has officially begun.

This is the first harvest season for the people of Qingshui Village after they left their homes to escape famine and came to their new home, so everyone attaches great importance to it.

Early in the morning of that day, when the sky was just getting light and the roosters had not yet crowed, the old village chief struck the gong.

The sound of "bang bang bang" resounded throughout the valley. This small mountain village suddenly woke up from its silence and soon became bustling with activity.

No matter men or women, old or young, they all got up excitedly, hastily ate breakfast such as steamed buns, noodles, pancakes, porridge, etc. which used to be a luxury for them, and then went to the fields carrying various tools on their backs, shoulders, or poles.

In the rice fields not far from the village, the golden rice leaves rustled in the morning breeze, and the equally golden rice ears bent the rice stalks heavily. Everything indicated that it was now the harvest season when the rice was ripe.

While the sun was still out and the weather was still cool, everyone was working hard.

Strong men and women were bending over with sickles to harvest rice. Some old people and children were carrying baskets to pick up the rice ears that fell on the ground, while others were helping to pick up the bundles of harvested rice and stack them together for centralized threshing.

It was only then that Qiao Ran realized that the ancient farmers' method of threshing rice was still very primitive. They used wooden boards to form a large groove, and then took a small bundle of rice and used brute force to hit it against the wall of the groove to thresh the rice.

This is very tiring and inefficient, and one's arms will become sore after not doing it for long.

Qiao Ran thought of the harvester in her previous life which was very convenient and fast. People sat in the driver's seat, driving the machine to harvest, thresh and bag at the same time. It was so efficient.

Unfortunately, there are no such advanced machines in this era, so it is almost impossible to make it.

Qiao Ran decided to leave a note in the space when she returned home at night, asking the original owner to help buy a batch of harvesters and diesel generators and put them in the space.

Unfortunately, in recent months, the original owner has entered the space less and less frequently. Sometimes there is no response for a month or two. I don’t know if the space is slowly isolating the original owner and making this space completely belong to him.

Qiao Ran recalled the scenes of farmers working in some remote mountainous areas in her previous life. Those foot-operated threshers and hand-cranked wind threshers, which were relatively backward compared to modern ones, were much more advanced in this more backward ancient time.

Qiao Ran decided to go to the city at noon to work with carpenters and blacksmiths to make threshers and wind turbines.

However, before noon, Mo Beihan came over with a group of people.