The county magistrate's daughter only wants to farm

After Gu Chenshuo finished copying the book, Gu Yin brought two maids to Ning'an Street alone. After visiting several bookstores, they finally walked into one of them.

Standing in front of the counter, he was about to sell his renamed "The Monkey King" to the shopkeeper when he suddenly heard several people talking loudly from the store entrance, and the voices were getting closer and closer.

"Hahaha, how come the county magistrate's daughter failed on her first day in Ning County? It's too funny."

"Who knows? Maybe he's not in the right brain."

"That's right. I heard that she is a lady from the capital. I didn't expect that she could make such a fool of herself."

"It's such a waste of such a good identity."

Gu Yin didn't expect that after so many days, there are still people who are obsessed with this matter. These people's lives are really boring...

Zhenzhu was so angry that her eyes widened and her round face swelled up like a puffer fish. She was about to step forward to argue with them but was stopped by Gu Yin.

"The young master is here." The shopkeeper walked to the door and saluted one of the young men in gorgeous clothes.

"You go about your business."

"Eh."

"What does the young master want?" The shopkeeper turned around and asked when he saw Gu Yin standing still.

"Excuse me, is there a sequel to this story here?" Gu Yin asked knowingly.

"The Monkey King?" The shopkeeper took the book with a puzzled look on his face, as he had never heard of it.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and took the book from the shopkeeper's hand, opened it, and complained: "Monkey? What's so interesting about this?"

Gu Yin rolled her eyes silently, even though it was not pretty, she still looked at it.

Zhang Letian was so absorbed in watching that he looked up for a while and asked Gu Yin, "Where did you buy this?"

"Capital."

"Okay, give me five days and I will definitely buy it for you." Zhang Letian was very confident in his family's abilities.

*

Gu Yin learned that her father was going to inspect the fields in the village. It was now mid-July and some early rice had already begun to be harvested. Food is the primary need of the people. As a local official, Gu Huaiyi must go to the field to understand the situation of the rice harvest, which the people depend on for survival.

Gu Yin begged to go with them, and Gu Huaiyi agreed.

Following her father's carriage, they arrived at Gutian Village, which was the closest to the county town. Although it was past noon, the weather was still hot. Gu Yin was wearing a simple men's suit, with her ponytail tied up high, and she was fanning herself vigorously with a fan in her hand, but it didn't help much and she was still sweating.

The head of Gutian Village led Gu Huaiyi to inspect the fields. In addition to Gu Huaiyi, the county magistrate and several yamen runners followed them. Gu Yin listened to their conversation while checking the situation in the fields.

"There was enough rain in the first half of this year, and the yield of good farmland was more than three shi per mu, and the yield of inferior farmland was about one shi per mu. However, the water level of Linhe River has dropped sharply recently, and the river water cannot be diverted to the fields, which may affect the cultivation of rice fields next season..."

Old Man Li, the village chief of Gutian Village, was a little melancholy, fearing that there would be no rice harvest in the second half of the year, and the family’s food supply would then become a problem.

Gu Yin ignored them and walked to a field where a family was harvesting rice...

I saw a man carrying a bundle of rice and pounding it into a large wooden barrel. I walked closer and saw that the barrel was already half full of harvested rice. The rice mixed with rice husks was loosely spread on the bottom of the barrel. The rice, which had just been beaten off the rice stalks, gave off bursts of fresh rice fragrance.

Gu Yin recalled the time when she was a child threshing rice in the fields, and she couldn't help but feel nostalgic. She hadn't smelled the scent of the fields mixed with the fragrance of the soil for many years...

But...is this how rice is threshed here?

Aren’t there any threshers yet?

"Uncle, do the villagers thresh rice in this way? Don't they have threshers?"

Gu Yin directly asked the nearest man who was threshing.

"Big Mushroom Chicken...? Is it a chicken? That won't work. Chickens only eat rice. How can we use chickens to help~"

The uncle returned cheerfully, thinking that the boy was quite interesting, with fair and tender skin, and it was obvious at first glance that he was from the city and didn't know anything about farming.

"It's not a chicken~" Uh... there was a problem with communication, so Gu Yin asked in a different way:

"Do the villagers use this kind of big wooden barrel to thresh the rice?"

"Yes, some people even carry the rice home and hammer it with wooden sticks."

Gu Yin asked the uncle some more questions. The uncle was not impatient at all and answered them one by one very straightforwardly.

From the conversation with the uncle, I learned that the level of agricultural development in the Daji Dynasty was not high. For example, the "barrel cart" that had been used in China during the Tang and Song dynasties was not available in the Daji Dynasty, let alone the more advanced water wheels.

It seems that there is a lot of room for improvement in rice production here. However, we must eat one bite at a time, and the most urgent task is to solve the current problem of rice threshing efficiency.

Gu Yin recalled the threshing machines she had seen when she was a child. The most important parts were the roller in the middle and the gears and levers on both sides. The barrel and pedals could be simply spliced ​​with wooden boards. I don't know how good the blacksmithing technology was in that era. The teeth at both ends of the roller in the middle and the large and small gears next to it should be able to connect smoothly. It would be easy to make these things in modern times. But it's not a big problem. There are always more solutions than problems. The small gears can't hinder me!

Gu Yin started drawing the blueprint that night. Looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, Gu Yin was glad that he had learned calligraphy in his previous life. Although he was not proficient, he could write at least. Otherwise, he would be at a loss now. Drawing blueprints is really a laborious job. Not only do you have to draw each component clearly, but you also have to mark it. The main thing is to make it understandable. In this way, Gu Yin spent more than an hour and finally drew the blueprint.

I immediately ran to the study to show it to my father:

"Dad, look at what this is?" Gu Yin pretended to be mysterious.

Gu Huaiyi smiled heartily and took the drawing:

"Let me see~"

After a while, Gu Huaiyi seemed to have thought of something, but he didn't dare to believe it. Gu Yin didn't hide it either. After all, it was not easy for him to make this thing with his current strength. It would be better to hand it over to his father directly. After all, he was the county magistrate of Ning County. Hehe:

"Dad, today when I went to inspect the fields with you, I found that the uncles were threshing rice with wooden buckets. Not only was it laborious, but the efficiency was also very slow, so I thought of this thresher."

"Can you see if you can make it?"

"Thresher? I guess it will take some effort to make this gear, but I wonder if it's worth it to spend so much effort to build this thresher."

"If this thresher can be built, the current harvesting speed should be able to increase several times~"

"really???"

Gu Huaiyi suddenly stood up from his seat and looked at Gu Yin excitedly. He wanted to see something from his daughter's face, but she just blinked her big innocent eyes with a calm expression.

Gu Huaiyi excitedly turned around in the study several times. If this thresher is really as his daughter said, then it will be a good thing for the country and the people! Regardless of whether this is true or not, he must try it once!