GBP Chapter 167 It's a Person
Chapter 167 It's a Person
When the villagers of Zaoziling were busy planting late rice, Fu Yuanhao came to Zaoziling.
"Miss Ruan, the planting season is coming soon. The rice transplanter you provided before is too expensive and time-consuming to make. Now it is difficult to popularize in several counties in Lulin Prefecture and the surrounding prefectures. Is there any simpler and more suitable labor-saving rice transplanting tool?"
Ruan Qingqing searched quickly in her mind.
The only simple and efficient tool for transplanting rice is the rice transplanter, which was inspired by the invention of the rice transplanter.
According to the Zhili Tongzhou Chronicle, Shiwu was mainly used in Dingyan, Shigang, Matang and Baipu in Nantong, Jiangsu. It consists of three parts.
The lowest part is the plug part, commonly known as "Shiwujiao'er", which is used to plant rice seedlings into the soil. It is made of bamboo, and the bamboo tube is cut into a fork shape; the middle part is the plug part, which is made of iron; the uppermost part is the handle, which is bent like a saddle, with the front end raised like a boat and the back upright like a hook.
The handle is generally made of hardwood, but because ox horn is smooth, feels comfortable, does not hurt the skin, and bends naturally, it is made of ox horn.
Ruan Qingqing went straight into the house, took out a charcoal pencil and paper and drew Shiwu.
"This rice transplanting tool is simple and easy to promote. It is called Shiwu. When operating, hold the seedlings in your left hand and the front end of the upper part in your right hand, pick up the seedlings and insert them into the soil. Using Shiwu can replace manual rice transplanting and comb the seedlings into the mud for planting. It can speed up the speed of rice transplanting and planting. One person can transplant about two acres a day, which is twice as efficient as manual transplanting. It can also improve labor efficiency and save some manpower."
When Fu Yuanhao heard this and looked at the picture, he was overjoyed.
"This is great! It looks simple, and it's great to be able to double the efficiency! So, Miss Ruan, you can just make a real thing, and I'll take the blueprint and the real thing back for promotion."
It was impossible to do it by herself, so Ruan Qingqing took the blueprint to find Yan the carpenter again. This time Yan the carpenter finished it in less than half a day.
Fu Yuanhao touched the freshly baked Shiwu with one hand, held the detailed drawings with the other, and looked at Ruan Qingqing with a very complicated look.
"You shouldn't be so defenseless against me!"
"I believe you!"
Just four words made Fu Yuanhao stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.
"What a 'I believe in you'! I now suddenly understand why Lord Zhou sold out his family without hesitation because of you. Don't worry, Miss Ruan. I, Fu Yuanhao, guarantee with my life that I will never let you down!"
Ruan Qingqing looked at him calmly and nodded, "Okay!"
After seeing Fu Yuanhao off, Ruan Qingqing continued to work with the others to compost. With large-scale planting nowadays, it is far from enough to rely on the manure and barn manure at home, and other fertilizers must be supplemented.
Ruan Qingqing thought of composting and fermenting manure. The raw materials are not limited to pond mud, river mud, livestock manure, chopped wheat straw, rotten leaves, etc.
Because the people were working hard to grow more staple food, the existing materials or compost in Ruan Qingqing's house were not enough. Ruan Qingqing then set her sights on the rotten leaves in the forest behind Wudaoling and the black soil on the ground.
After Nguyen Want Tie had popularized it to the villagers, everyone knew that the rotten leaves in the forest and the black soil on the ground could be processed into good fertilizer. So when Nguyen Thanh Thanh went to the forest to look for it, the people who had less livestock manure had already got there first.
She had no choice but to go further to look for it. This time she walked quite far, almost to the valley where they had previously hidden from the plague.
"Qingqing, we walked such a long way for such a small amount of rotten leaves and black soil. It feels a bit unfair."
On the way home, Ruan Wantie changed the burden on his shoulder to another shoulder.
Ruan Qingqing also carried two large baskets of rotten leaves and black soil on her shoulders, which were no lighter than those carried by Ruan Wantie.
"Dad, if we work harder and carry some with other things, we can make two piles of manure. But if we do nothing, those two piles of manure will be gone. When it's time to apply fertilizer, there will be no fertilizer, and when it's time to harvest, there will be no harvest. We even lost a lot of manpower and seeds. That's a loss!"
"Alas, if it weren't for the war and the need to store food, the ducks we raise would be enough to meet everyone's food rations for a year. Not to mention the inexhaustible supply of duck manure. Why would we need to go so far to scrape the black soil!"
Ruan Wantie complained softly.
"Dad, this is a different time now, there's nothing much to say. But I asked you to buy salt before, how much did you buy? The duck eggs at home are waiting to be pickled with salt!"
Ruan Qingqing's mind is now full of whether the stockpiled supplies are enough.
"I bought it, I used some connections to buy 200 kilograms of salt. Don't worry! There's enough salt!" Ruan Wantie's attention was instantly diverted.
"Two hundred kilograms sounds like a lot at first, but we have a large family, and we don't know if it will be convenient to buy salt later. Plus, we have to pickle things, so it's hard to say whether it will be enough!"
Ruan Qingqing was not very optimistic.
"No, Daya, why do you want to pickle so many duck eggs? They are not easy to sell right now, and you can't eat so many yourself! They will go bad easily if they are not stored properly!"
Ruan Wantie was really confused.
"If we keep it in the cellar, it will last longer. We should have no problem keeping it for a year or two. It's not only a meat dish, but it can also provide salt. Who knows, we may have to rely on it to save our lives in the future!"
Ruan Qingqing smiled, then her face froze. "Dad, I kicked something hot."
"Where is it?" Ruan Wantie immediately put down the burden on his shoulders and went over to look, while he was looking for it, he pushed Ruan Qingqing behind him. "Did he run into some sick wild animal?"
"No, Dad, it's a person!"
After seeing clearly that there was a person covered by the grass on the ground, Ruan Qingqing's heart immediately started beating so fast that it could be heard from far away.
"Why would someone fall down here?"
Ruan Wantie pulled away the grass covering it and said, "This man has a mask on his face. It's like the mask is glued to his face."
Ruan Qingqing also came forward and further pushed away all the grass that was in the way.
"He has wounds on his body and calluses on his knuckles. He must be a martial artist."
"Daya, now is a turbulent time. We don't know whether this person is a good person or a bad person. Just ignore him! Just pretend you never saw him." Ruan Wantie made a prompt decision and retreated.
When Ruan Qingqing was about to retreat, a hot hand grabbed her ankle.
"Save me, I'm not a bad person!"
Although the voice was as low as a mosquito, Ruan Qingqing heard it clearly.
"Daya, let's go! What are you still hesitating about?"
Ruan Wantie urged her after picking up the burden again.
"Dad, why don't we send him to Dr. Li in the village? He's in the middle of nowhere, and he's injured. If we leave him alone, he'll probably be eaten by wild animals."
Ruan Qingqing felt a little reluctant in his heart. Although his voice was hoarse, it was not difficult to tell that he was still very young.
“Who knows if he is a bad guy?”
Ruan Wantie was not very happy.
"He said he wasn't."
"Will a bad guy admit that he is a bad guy himself?" Ruan Wantie said with regret.
"I have a feeling that he is not a bad person. Dad, let's save him! Let's consider it as accumulating merit for our eldest brother."
When Ruan Wantie heard this, he fell silent.
He put down his burden again and walked towards the man.
He used his right index finger and thumb to gently pinch the slightly better skin on the back of the man's left hand, and then released his hand.
Before Ruan Qingqing could figure out what her father was doing, she heard him say, "He is really young, under 30 years old. Plus, he should exercise a lot and be exposed to the sun frequently, so his skin looks 10 years older than a normal person. He is probably no more than 20 years old."