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Jiang Nianwei did not intend to hide it from her mother, and said frankly: "I originally wanted to use the connections of my grandfather's family to secretly get involved in the business world, but now it seems that this path does not work."

Jing Qiudie felt even more depressed when she thought about the situation at her mother's home. "Whenever I think back to the days at my mother's home, I feel sad. The business that my parents worked so hard for their entire lives is about to fall into the hands of outsiders. It's really hard to accept. I also sent people to look for my sister, but unfortunately, they returned empty-handed every time."

Because of her marriage, the eldest sister in the family had an extra heavy responsibility on her shoulders. She had to find a son-in-law. It was not known whether it was because her sister was resentful or because she was imprisoned by the Lu family and could not convey the news to the outside world.

No matter which way, for Jing Qiudie, there is always a thorn in her heart that cannot be removed.

Jiang Nianwei thought for a moment and then remembered another thing, "Mom, I remember you once mentioned that I have a cousin who broke up with my family. I wonder where he is now?"

Mother Jing sighed softly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She slowly said, "You are talking about Jing Zhuo, right? That child has been away from home for many years, and my contact with him has long been cut off. But three years ago, I received a tonic sent by him. He...he is a sensible child, but fate was too harsh on him and made him endure too many twists and turns. Now that I think about it, I feel guilty about him. As an aunt, I couldn't help him and made him suffer humiliation."

"When you were just born, I had frequent contacts with your aunt. At that time, I even said that I would marry you to cousin Jingzhuo. But now things have changed."

Jiang Nianwei shook her head. "Those were things from our childhood. They don't count."

Jing Zhuo? Jiang Nianwei couldn't help but recall this name. He also had a good business sense. Three years later, he had built up enough capital to compete with the Lu family.

It’s a pity that he did not stand on the right side and was affected by the political struggle. In the end, his entire family was executed and no body was left.

If I could find this cousin, I would probably be able to do business secretly through him, but I don't know where he is now.

These are still long-term plans, so let’s deal with the things at hand first, we need to build this kiln room and quickly make some glass containers.

On the second day, Jiang Nianwei planned to gather villagers to help build the kiln room. Of course, the work was not for free, as they were paid and provided with food, which attracted many young and middle-aged people to work.

In order to facilitate mining, she chose a location near a quartz sand mine, where the terrain is flat and there is water nearby.

After confirming everything, everyone started making bricks enthusiastically.

Bricks are rarely used on the island, so Jiang Nianwei taught them how to make bricks step by step.

Mix the clay with sand and water in proportion, then pour the mixture into the brick mold, making sure it is fully filled and compacted.

The bricks are neatly placed in a well-ventilated and sunny location on the island.

The high temperature on the island makes it the best "dryer" for these bricks.

In the sunlight, the moisture on the bricks gradually evaporated, and after about a week, they became hard and strong.

Using the same crude kiln for calcination, a large number of bricks were soon fired, and then the construction of the kiln began.

As the weather got hotter, Jiang Nianwei usually only asked the villagers to work in the morning to avoid the afternoon heat, and then continue when the sun set and the weather was a little cooler.

The villagers who came here to work thought they were here to make a living, but they didn't expect the food to be so good. Aunt Liu cooked different dishes every day and made delicious meals with simple ingredients.

Jiang Siyu likes to eat smoothies, so Jiang Nianwei often makes various fruit smoothies and makes some extra for the workers to cool down.

One of the big men couldn't help but sigh: "I have lived for most of my life, and this is the first time I have eaten something so cool. It is really amazing! I wish I could bring it back home for my kids to try."

"Smoothies are hard to keep. Next time you bring your kids over, I'll make some extra and share them with them!"

"Miss Jiang, you have such a kind heart."

When Jiang Nianwei's eyes fell on A Zhao, she couldn't help but frowned.

Ah Zhao was building a wall clumsily, his speed was extremely slow, and his technique was so crude that it was unbearable to watch.

Jiang Nianwei couldn't help but personally guide him, "I can tell from the looks of it that you lack experience. Let me teach you."

In fact, he had already mastered the technique of building walls, but in front of Jiang Nianwei, he pretended not to understand so that he could spend more time with her.

The big man standing by couldn't help but feel a little weird when he saw this.

Ah Zhao is the most efficient worker among their group. Whether it is building walls or other heavy work, he can handle it with ease.

But whenever Jiang Nianwei appeared, he seemed like a different person, clumsy and slow, and after being scolded, he still had a frivolous look on his face, as if he enjoyed it. He was really a strange person.

While the kiln was being built, Jiang Nianwei would spend most of her time hiding in the space, studying hybrid rice.

She carefully selected two rice varieties with different characteristics as the father and mother varieties. Generally speaking, the father variety has a higher yield, while the mother variety has characteristics such as disease resistance and stress resistance.

Due to the lack of instruments, Jiang Nianwei could only make judgments based on the sexual characteristics on the surface of the rice, which required careful observation and recording every day.

Fortunately, the growth rate of rice in space is much faster than that in the outside world, so her observation period can be greatly reduced.

After trying several hybrid rice varieties, they finally succeeded in developing a rice variety with high yield, but they didn't know how this rice would taste.

Jiang Nianwei planted some rice in the space. After it matured, she threshed it and cooked it into rice for everyone to taste.

She didn't say anything, but the villagers who were working had already noticed it. One villager exclaimed: "Miss Jiang, the rice today is so sweet and fragrant. It's the best rice I've ever eaten."

Another villager took over the conversation, with a hint of yearning in his voice: "Indeed, it would be great if we could grow rice like this on our land. Our harvests in previous years were average, and the rice didn't taste this sweet."

She took the opportunity to suggest: "In fact, I happen to have some rice seeds here. If you are willing to try, I can give them to you. This kind of rice not only has a high yield, but also tastes sweet. Most importantly, it is not easy to attract pests."

"This rice seed is so precious? Are you giving it to us just like this?"

Several villagers were in disbelief, but Jiang Nianwei had already distributed the rice seeds to everyone, "The time for sowing has come, you can take them back and try them out."

This type of rice has only been grown in space and has not yet been tried in reality, but Jiang Nianwei is still full of confidence in it.

The previously damaged ditch was repaired again, and Jiang Nianwei decided to try planting this kind of rice on the land allocated to her family.

The days on Nanzhou Island were fulfilling and busy. Jiang Nianwei seemed to have returned to the time when she was studying agronomy.

Irrigating the fields every day made her feel the heat was unbearable. If she could make an automated irrigation device, wouldn't it save a lot of manpower? She would only need to supervise from the side to complete the task easily and would no longer have to bend over frequently to work. Her eyes involuntarily fell on the bamboos.

Originally, these bamboos were mainly cut down by Yunniang, Taozhi and Chunyu, and used to weave bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, bamboo hats, etc. The three of them were excellent at handicrafts. They would sit down in their free time every day, chatting while weaving by hand, and they had made quite a lot of them without realizing it.

Seeing Jiang Nianwei fiddling with the bamboos, Yunniang asked curiously, "Miss, what are you doing?"

"These bamboos are hollow inside. I plan to use this feature to make a tool that can automatically irrigate. If you have time, please come and help me."

Chun Yu couldn't help but smile and said, "Miss, do you still need our help? Isn't the free labor here?"

Following the direction Chunyu pointed, Ah Zhao came over with sweat all over his forehead, panting a little, "Sanniang, it's hot, can I have a cup of tea?"

Jiang Nianwei poured him a glass of water. Ah Zhao took the cup, sat in the shade nearby, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing her holding the hatchet to chop firewood, Ah Zhao naturally volunteered to grab the hatchet and said, "Leave these rough jobs to me. You just need to tell me how to operate it and I will help you do it."

He has thought it through these days. Since he has a good impression of Sanniang, he will stay with her and continue to work hard. Sooner or later, she will forget the owner of the jade pendant and that damn ex-husband.

"Then I'll teach you!"

Under Jiang Nianwei's careful guidance, the automatic irrigation tool soon took shape.

Her brows knitted slightly, as if she felt something was missing.

Ah Zhao reminded: "If the water in this basin wants to flow out of the bamboo smoothly, it may need some help."

He picked up a wooden stake nearby and fiddled with it for several hours. Finally, he made a small rotating drum. He only needed to turn it manually, and the water would flow from the bamboo tube to irrigate the vegetable garden.

"Yes, isn't this a small waterwheel?" Jiang Nianwei suddenly had an idea. "If it can be slightly improved and its scale can be expanded, wouldn't it be able to play a huge role in farmland irrigation? Ah Zhao, you are really impressive."

She had actually forgotten about this incident and couldn't help but praise Ah Zhao a few words.

If someone else had praised A Zhao, he might have just taken it indifferently, but at this moment, Jiang Nianwei's praise made A Zhao's mouth curl up slightly.

Jiang Nianwei knew that she had a golden finger after all, and Ah Zhao had lost his memory, but he could still come up with such a method, which showed that he was very smart.

So they decided to gather some more villagers and build a large water-powered drum by the river.

After the previous incidents, the villagers here have great trust in Jiang Nianwei and are willing to try the methods she suggests.

It is a large vertical wheel made of bamboo and wood, supported by a horizontal axis and placed by the water. The lower part of the waterwheel will be deeply immersed in the water, while its upper part will stand on the river bank.

They will install dozens of small wooden barrels or bamboo tubes diagonally around the water wheel.

When the river water rushes against the waterwheel, the wheel will begin to turn slowly. As the wheel turns, the small wooden barrels or bamboo tubes will continuously draw clear water from the water and then pour it into the trough. The water flows along the trough and finally flows into the farmland, which saves a lot of time and effort.

When the water drum was completed, Jiang Nianwei's eyes revealed an unconcealable satisfaction.

Since then, villagers have been visiting the Jiang family in an endless stream, bringing home-grown vegetables and fruits, hand-woven linen, and piles of dried fish.

After getting in touch with them, you will find that the villagers here are extremely hospitable.

Recently, Jiang Nianwei has been busy with many trivial matters and has no time to be distracted, so she entrusted the responsibility of delivering meals every day to Le Yao.

As she had some rare free time, she decided to come and inspect the progress of the kiln.

From a distance, Jiang Nianwei heard the sound of an argument.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw Le Yao confronting a woman. The atmosphere was quite tense.

The woman's face was filled with anger, and her tone was sharp: "Brother Awang is my fiancé, I will never allow you to get so close!"

Le Yao lowered her head, her face full of grievance and helplessness.

She softly defended herself, "Girl, you misunderstood. Chen Wang and I just met by chance and there is no personal relationship between us. I have never had that kind of thought towards him."

Chen Wang's face was filled with depression at the moment. He looked directly at the woman and said firmly, "These are all nonsense my mother said. They don't count!"

After hearing this, the woman felt angry and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes stubbornly, with unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

She retorted angrily: "Why can't you make a decision? You are now bewitched by that enchanting vixen. I will go and tell my aunt and let her make the decision for us!"

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave.

Le Yao was left with a red mark on her face. "Girl, wait!"

Chen Wang waved his hand nonchalantly, "Let her go. I should decide my own marriage!"

"Miss Le Yao, does your face still hurt? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention and let her hit you."

Le Yao gently took a few steps back, deliberately keeping a distance from Chen Wang.

Originally, Chen Wang said that he was not married yet and had no girl he liked, so she could chat and laugh with him without any scruples and regard him as a friend, but now she dared not overstep the line.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Chen Wang, you should go after your fiancée. I'm sorry for making a fool of myself today."

After saying that, she gently covered her slightly red cheek, turned around and hurried away, wanting to escape from this place that made her feel embarrassed and uneasy.

Seeing this, Jiang Nianwei guessed something about what had just happened.

She turned to Chen Wang, her expression serious and earnest: "Chen Wang, since you already have a fiancée, please be more careful about your words and actions, and don't let Le Yao or other women have unnecessary misunderstandings."

Chen Wang explained anxiously, "Miss Jiang, you really misunderstood. Pingping is not my fiancée. When she was still young, her parents were unfortunately killed at sea, leaving her alone. At that time, my mother felt sorry for her and took her home, raising her as if she were her own daughter. We grew up together, and I regard her as my own sister."

"But as Pingping grew older, she gradually misunderstood me because of my mother's indoctrination and thought she was my child bride. I explained to her many times and tried to clear up the misunderstanding, but she still couldn't let it go."

"So, she is the child bride chosen by your mother a long time ago?"

He frowned slightly, with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "I have never agreed to this matter. It was all my mother who was worried that I would not be able to find a wife in the future, so she thought about it privately. As you know, there are not many women in our village. I hope you can explain the reason to Miss Le Yao and don't let her misunderstand."

Although Chen Wang explained it this way, it was only his one-sided statement and might not give us the whole picture.

She was doubtful, so she asked other villagers in detail and finally confirmed that what Chen Wang said was true.

Jiang Nianwei was about to go back and explain things to Le Yao, but Pingping came and found Chen Wang's mother, who was now making a loud noise at the door of Jiang's house.

Chen's mother's voice could be heard from a long distance away: "Shameless bitch! Let me tell you, our Chen Wang is not someone a dirty woman like you can get involved with! Don't think I don't know your background. You used to be a prostitute, a slut. What qualifications do you have to marry my Chen Wang!"

When Le Yao heard such words, she was suddenly shocked. She originally thought that by coming here, she could get rid of the shackles of her previous identity, get rid of everything in the past, and start her life anew.

She didn't expect that these old memories would be revealed so ruthlessly. Her face turned pale instantly, and panic and helplessness flashed in her eyes.