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Early rice, that is, indica rice, is not as soft and delicious as the japonica rice that people usually eat. This kind of rice is relatively hard and loose, so it is not good for cooking anyway.

In the past hard times, many people in Buffalo Town still grew this kind of rice, because it has a short growth cycle, and in many places it can be grown twice a year. Later, when things got better, no one ate this kind of rice. Basically, they are sold to some businessmen to make rice noodles and rice noodles.

This Wu Hongfu discussed with his daughter Wu Zhanfang a long time ago. This year, the family will grow two seasons of indica rice, and they will not sell it at that time. They will keep all their own rice noodles and sell them on Luo Xingyou's online store.This matter was kept from Zhang Chuncao, because both of them knew that Zhang Chuncao would never easily agree to let Wu Zhanfang return to the village, and this was destined to be a tug of war.

Unexpectedly, Erlang's "Niu Wang Xiao" made Zhang Chuncao feel relieved easily, and promised that it would only be one year, but he couldn't show it, and then let Wu Zhanfang go to work, which made the father and daughter very happy.

A few days after the girl came back, when Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin returned to the village one evening, they heard that Wu Zhanfang was going to repair the windmill in the village.

"What is a wind pestle?" Xiao Shulin didn't even know which pestle they were talking about.

"It is used for pounding rice. In the past, most people used foot pestles, that is, they stepped on them. There is a picture of a water pestle in "Tiangong Kaiwu". The four-connected machine uses water power to drive four wooden pestles, day and night. I have heard of Fengdao, but I have never seen a model."

These things were also mentioned by Romon from a client before, and then he found some information himself, and then he got some understanding. At that time, they ran their own business and dealt with all kinds of people. It is easy to fool customers.

"Scholars are different, but you know a lot. The old people in our village can also know a foot reel, such as water reed and wind reed. I have never heard of it." The men in the village heard what Luo Meng said. They all expressed their admiration for their eloquence.

"Why don't you be a high-achieving student in our village?" That boy Luo Minghui was holding a sea bowl, squatting on the big bluestone next to the grain drying field, chatting nonsense with others while eating.

"Didn't you go to college, kid? Why did you ask questions and didn't know anything just now?" Someone asked him.

"The school doesn't teach this." Luo Minghui replied nonchalantly, and then asked Luo Meng, "Do you want free labor there? Let me help you weed?"

"Okay." Romon readily agreed.

"If you want grass, just say you want grass, and you have to say that you want to help others." Some people in the village can't understand Luo Minghui's glib behavior.Didn't Luo Minghui raise a flock of sheep? At this moment, he appointed that he already knew about Niuwangzhuang, and wanted to go there to get some fairy spirit. The crops in Niuwangzhuang are good, and the grass growing there must be extraordinary.

"Hey, mutual benefit and reciprocity." Luo Minghui's face is thick enough.

"Where is she going to repair that windmill?" Xiao Shulin was still interested in the windpipe.

"Hey, there is a mountain in their family. It was many years ago. Zhanfang's grandfather saw in the newspaper that someone was contracting barren land outside, and he contracted a small hillside in our village as soon as he was young. When he was young, he I planted watermelons there, and several hoes were broken, and I was exhausted, but I didn’t make much money in the end, and the price of watermelons at that time was very cheap.”

Old man Luo happened to be in the sun-drying field at the moment, and he knew this best. He was still young at the time, and he was a little bit excited at the beginning, and almost followed Wu Zhanfang's grandfather to make mountain buns. I lost my mind, but the price of Baoshan was really cheap at that time.

"On the mountain behind us, there is a small mountain. That windmill, maybe it can be done." Of course, Luo Quanshun, the village head, is very clear about the land in the village.

"What kind of windmill is that, what's the use of it?"

"Didn't you say you want to make rice noodles? It must be for making rice noodles."

"I've never heard of it, can this be done?"

"I see enough."

"..." These villagers chattered a lot, and most of them expressed that they were not very optimistic.

"Hey! Hongfu! Where are you going?" Just at this time, someone saw Wu Hongfu passing by the grain drying yard, and called out to him.

"Go to the fields and see the water."

"Don't go, I watched it for you when I went just now, don't worry, I can't do it."

"It's okay anyway, I'll go take a look."

"Hey, what's the rush, come here and ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that your daughter is going to get that windmill?"

"Yeah, the blueprints are all done, even the models are made, and now I just need to find a few carpenters to follow suit." As soon as he mentioned his daughter, Wu Hongfu left in no hurry, and found a random bench next to him. He sat down and asked the people present, "How do you know all about it?"

"Isn't that what Xingyou heard from your mother-in-law when he came to your house to collect things? He was still surprised. When he came to my house, he asked me what the windpipe was. How could I know it? I went to the old people in the village. As soon as you ask, no, everyone will know." The village chief Luo Quanshun said.

"Hey, if you know it, you know it. Anyway, after two days to start construction, you will all know it. As for my girl, I'm too embarrassed to let us come out and tell people." Wu Hongfu obviously held back for long enough Yes, my daughter is capable, can she bear it if she doesn't go out to show off?

"Your daughter is promising, even the model is ready?"

"It's not too complicated. It's just a few sticks and pieces of wood. But we haven't seen it before. I really can't think of it. Why do you think people in ancient times were so clever?"

"What does it look like? You didn't show it to us!"

"Okay, you guys wait, I'll go back and get it." Wu Hongfu was also straightforward, and got up and walked to his home after speaking. Those who were impatient just followed him to the house to have a look.

After a while, Wu Hongfu returned to the grain drying yard with another piece of wood. Luo Mengxiao, the old man Luo and others also gathered around to look at it. Under the slightly dim light, this model looked particularly hardcover. Luo Meng One can tell at a glance that it must not be a day or two for Wu Zhanfang Xiao to want to own a rice noodle workshop and a wind-powered connecting machine.

"Hey! Your daughter's hands are so skillful, she can be a carpenter!"

"This thing is also a coincidence. You see, when you flick the leaf, the lower part can still rotate continuously, and the wooden hammers will start to slap."

"What wooden hammer? That thing is called a wooden pestle."

"Let me tell you, the bull king on our mountain usually doesn't express his attitude easily. How could he stand up for Wu Zhanfang that day? It turns out that this is really a talent."

"Hey, my daughter told me not to come out to promote her because she was afraid that you would say that. How embarrassing it would be if it doesn't work?"

"What's the matter? If you succeed, you won't succeed. If you don't succeed, you won't succeed. There will be a long time in the future."

"That's right, there are also late bloomers."

"By the way, what are you going to do with that hill in your house?"

"Let's see, if Zhanfang's rice noodles are really successful, my mother and I plan to build more terraced fields to grow indica rice."

"That's right, the indica rice grown in our own village is better."

"..."

A few days later, a few craftsmen came to the back hill of Dawan Village, tinkling to make windmills. Many people in the village went to watch the fun, but Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin were not free. The ordered baijiu has arrived, so I have to soak the loquat wine before the loquats are out of season.

It is not difficult to make loquat wine. It is similar to bayberry wine. You soak the fruit in white wine, add some rock sugar, and store it for a few months. Then you can drink fruity wine.

But loquats have skins, which is a little troublesome. The Gao family who brought the liquor said that it is best not to peel the loquats, only the two ends, and then cut a few knives on the skins, so that the brewed loquat wine will be more mellow and delicious.Their Gao family is a brewer themselves, and they have brewed all kinds of fruit wine and medicinal wine, so they have rich experience.

This loquat wine, apart from the price of the white wine, they would have no loquats to sell in the future, and Luo Meng couldn't help but feel a little regretful, this was a lot of money.

"Hey! Why are there no loquats today?" As soon as the shop opened this morning, several people shouted at Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin.

"No more, the season is over." Romon told them directly.

"Why do you say that the season is over, and it sold well yesterday." This is clearly an excuse.

"The last point is to keep the wine for myself, and not to sell it." He always has the right not to sell his own things, right?

Hearing what Luo Meng said, these people began to chatter, some complained that Luo Meng did not notify in advance, and some regretted that they would not be able to eat loquats in the next few months.

"Then what should we do? Our old lady likes to cough, and she has an old problem. I heard that your loquat is good. I drove here before dawn today. Look, can you be accommodating?" A man in his 30s wearing glasses Talk to Romon.

"Cough? Then wait a little later, and I'll pick some loquat leaves for you." Since I said I won't sell it, it's hard to make an exception. Otherwise, all the people present would be able to come up with some ideas for Luo Meng. The reason why I had to sell them loquats came.

"Thank you then, when do you think you have time?" With so many people in the store now, he knew that Romon would definitely not be able to leave.

"It's just opened, and it may take a while. Otherwise, it's just a few loquat leaves. Leave your contact information and I'll send it to you this afternoon when I'm free." There is really no need to wait here.

"Well, thank you so much, I'll give you the courier fee first." The man left a phone address for Luo Meng, paid ten yuan for the courier fee, thanked him again, and then drove away in a hurry Yes, it seems that he is also a busy person.

Originally, Luo Meng didn't take this matter to heart, but after a few days, this person called Luo Xingyou again. A piece of loquat leaf, and gave him the address, and asked to send it by the way.

This person called and said that after the loquat leaves were boiled with rock sugar water and given to the old man to drink, the effect was quite obvious. You must know that this old disease is very difficult to cure, so their family members were particularly happy.He called to ask Luo Meng to send him some loquat leaves by courier. It's embarrassing to always take them for nothing, and he thought it was appropriate to pay.

Luo Meng learned about this on the phone with Luo Xingyou, so he happily went to the loquat forest with his camera in his arms. This time, he will not take photos of loquat fruits, but only the leaves. on shelves.

He was having fun here, and Ma Congrong called again: "The loquat wine on your side is almost soaked, can you provide me with another batch of loquats tomorrow? No more loquats, my side But it will be demolished."

Luo Meng grinned and said, "There are no more loquat fruits, do you want loquat leaves? One piece is one yuan."

Ma Congrong gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Yes!"

The author has something to say: Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin will definitely have their own heirs, but they are not born by themselves. We will not have children in this article.Then there is something to say in the last chapter. The months from the newspapers are the months from the novel, which is not reality.