A car accident, our family of three crossed

Hang Shuheng had no objection to the village head's ideas. He had no objection to how the village head ultimately wanted to use it.

After all, he is just a salesman. He racked his brains to come up with this thing, but it is not really great and it is impossible for him to give it to the villagers for free.

Not to mention whether it was hard work or brainpower for him to draw the picture, but as the boss, he could not take it lightly as the Jiang father and son, as well as Shuisheng, had worked hard these days.

Fortunately, Li Zheng was a sensible man. Seeing such a good thing, he did not think of taking advantage of it or using moral blackmail.

The old patriarch fully agreed with the ideas of the village head. If the village head's family felt pressured to buy the two threshing trucks, their family could share some of the burden. The two families could each buy one and then use them together. The rental income could be divided equally between the two families.

"Uncle, Uncle Village Chief, you two can discuss this matter. We will definitely not produce it in large quantities this year, but as long as the villagers are interested, we will definitely give them priority. If the villagers are not interested, please let me know and I will send it to Manager Zhou."

Hang Shuheng was not exaggerating when he said this. Not long ago, when Zhou Huan learned that Jiang Lao and others were rushing to make the second threshing machine, he did come to him to discuss whether he could give up one for use on his farm first.

After all, for now, there is no plan to put this thing into mass production in the workshop. A letter has also come from the capital, saying that this matter will be put into operation after Hang Shuheng goes to Beijing for the imperial examination.

Zhou Huan could only wait and go to find Hang Shuheng with a smug look on his face. However, Hang Shuheng did not give him a definite answer. He only said that he had to see if the village had any interest first.

When Zhou Huan heard this, he felt that his hope was slim. Anyone who was not a fool would know the importance of this thing. By then, there would be nothing left for him to do.

After hearing what Hang Shuheng said, the head of the village and the old clan leader immediately became alert. No wonder! These days, the busy man Zhou, the shopkeeper, always likes to stroll around Shangtang Village. It turns out that he has been eyeing this thing for a long time.

They can't compare with Manager Zhou at all. If they weren't taking advantage of being from the same village as Hang Shuheng, such a good thing would never have happened to Shangtang Village.

The head of the village said sternly, "Shuheng, please don't do that. I will organize the villagers to discuss this when I get back. If every household in the village is willing to contribute a share, we will collectively buy your two threshing vehicles. If that is not possible, I will tighten my belt and will not give these two threshing vehicles to others."

The old patriarch echoed, "That's right. We in Shangtang Village must take these two threshing vehicles no matter what. Qingshan, if you feel pressured, our two families can each pay half of the silver and take these two threshing vehicles."

"Uncle, with your words, I have nothing to worry about." The head of the village was deeply moved by the strong support of the old patriarch.

Sooner or later they would have to buy these two threshing trucks anyway, so they decided to go all out. The head of the village and the old clan leader agreed on the same day that the two families would each pay half of the money to buy the trucks first, and then slowly do ideological work on the villagers.

In the evening of the same day, the silver was delivered to Hang Shuheng, and then the ready-made threshing cart was moved away.

The price that Hang Shuheng gave them was very fair. After deducting the costs, he only earned the wages of Jiang Lao and others, and he himself did not earn a penny.

Mr. Jiang's three sons refused to accept any wages. In their opinion, the value of being able to personally participate in this great invention and create the first tool for threshing rice far exceeded the compensation they received for selling their labor.

Hang Shuheng expected that they would refuse to accept the wages, so he had already thought of an excuse, "Just accept it! I can't ask you to put down your own things and come here to help me. Otherwise, if something like this happens again next time, how dare I trouble the three uncles again."

"This……"

They were still a little hesitant, so Mr. Jiang said, "Take them all! We are all grown men, why would you hesitate?"

With Mr. Jiang's words and Hang Shuheng's insistence, the three brothers reluctantly accepted the wages.

In the following days, Hang Shuheng also participated in the production of the threshing cart.

With his participation, the production went much more smoothly than the first time. He was able to point out any deviations on the spot and make timely modifications.

Because of this, when the second threshing vehicle was completed, it was more perfect than the first one both in appearance and details.

These days, the village head has not been idle. He takes a walk through the fields every day to see how mature the rice is.

The golden millet has bent the rice ears, and the growth looks very pleasing. This year will be a bumper year!

After the second threshing cart was completed, the village head asked his eldest son He Tiesheng to pull the ox cart back and deliver it directly to the threshing ground.

Then, a gong was struck in the threshing yard to summon the villagers and officially unveil the threshing truck in front of everyone.

Upon hearing the news, villagers came one after another. Every year on the eve of the autumn harvest, there would be such a large gathering of villagers to discuss the arrangement and allocation of ox carts and grain drying sites.

Since this was an important event involving the grain harvest, no one in the village dared to be negligent, and each family sent a representative to the threshing ground.

When the villagers arrived at the threshing ground one after another, they saw two things placed in the empty square. No one could tell what they were, and they were all very curious.

"Look, what are those two things?"

"I don't know! I've never seen it."

“I don’t know what that thing is used for.”

Everyone couldn't guess, so they asked someone who might know, "Hey, Brother Sun, do you know what that is? Doesn't your family's Qinglai work in the workshop? This thing must have been made in the workshop! Has he told you about it? Tell us."

When asked, Uncle Sun also shook his head in confusion. He had never seen this thing before either. "I don't know what it is used for. Qinglai never told us what new things were made in the workshop."

"Oh! Stop guessing and wait and see what the head of the village says! I heard that they work in the workshop and have signed a confidentiality agreement. They can't talk about what happens in the workshop to outsiders. So even if Wen Qing comes, he can't tell anyone."

"Hey! What's the big deal? Aren't we all family? What's wrong with talking to family members in private?"

"Hey! I told you that you know nothing, but you still refuse to accept it. The confidentiality contract clearly states that if anyone reveals the secrets of the workshop to outsiders, they will not only be kicked out of the workshop but also have to pay compensation to the workshop if they are found out!"