The billionaire girl: Daddy and Mommy, love me again

"The yield per mu is 1,200 kilograms. My family's 50 mu of land should yield 60,000 kilograms!"

Old Man Cheng was stunned for a long time before he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes, 60,000 kilograms. If they were piled together, they would form a mountain."

The two old men just squatted on the edge of the field, grinning foolishly at the endless golden rice fields.

"Oh, if I had known earlier, I should have built a bigger house. I should have built a big warehouse. Now we have no place to store the food."

Old Man Cheng suddenly realized that the house was not big enough.

"You are stupid. You left the cave abandoned like this. Why don't you make use of it?"

"That's right, big brother, you have a good brain. That cave is a natural storehouse, which saves us the effort of digging a cellar."

Old Man Cheng slapped his thigh, and after he came to his senses, he no longer worried about the storage of millet.

"Our rice has long ears and full grains. It is rare to see shrunken grains. It is several times better than the grains sold outside. If someone buys it, it can bring in a lot of income."

"You're right. I didn't expect the rice yield to be so high. If we only eat the rice we harvested this season, we won't be able to finish it in a few years, and it's also prone to insect infestation and spoilage.

If we can sell it, whether we can make money or not is another matter. The most important thing is that everyone will not have to starve if they have this high-yield grain."

"This is a serious matter. We can't just sell rice seeds whenever we want. Let's harvest the rice first, and then work out a plan with everyone."

"Yes, yes! The most important thing right now is to collect the food first."

The two of them were huddled here chatting, while the young men over there were already working hard, the threshers were rumbling loudly.

The six families who did not have threshers yet looked at the threshers next to them that were smoking from being trodden so hard that they were filled with envy. While bending down to cut rice, they frequently straightened up to look towards the entrance of the valley.

And Cheng Laowu finally lived up to everyone's expectations and rushed back at noon with six sets of spare parts.

As soon as she came back, she was surrounded by everyone.

"Xin boy, how many pairs did you bring back?"

"Sixth pair, don't worry, don't worry, everyone has one. I urged the blacksmith shop to make them overnight. Brother Tiesheng was exhausted to help us make these things."

After getting the spare parts, the villagers couldn't wait to go back. They helped Old Man Cheng install the thresher yesterday and have already learned how to install their own threshers.

Mr. Cheng started his journey before daybreak. Now he was so hungry that he could eat a cow.

He ran to his own cave, stood at the entrance of the cave, and looked at the empty cave. Then he remembered with regret that they had moved to a new home.

He ran excitedly towards the new house.

Li was turning over the rice and seeing Cheng Laowu panting, she said happily, "Fifth brother, you're back. You haven't had breakfast yet, right? I've put the food in the pot to warm it up. Go and get it out and eat it yourself."

"Hey! Don't bother me, Third Sister-in-law. I know what's going on. Just do your thing!"

Soon he brought out a bowl of rice and squatted beside Cheng Xingwan's crib.

"Nannan, do you miss your uncle?"

Cheng Xingwan, who was blowing bubbles out of boredom, looked at his fifth uncle who had lost weight after not seeing him for a few days, and responded to him very politely.

“Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…!”

[I miss you! I miss you! I miss my fifth uncle and my second uncle! Thank you for your hard work!]

At this time, Li had just finished turning over the rice and walked over wearing a bamboo hat. Her fair and quiet face was red from the sun.

"Fifth brother looks much thinner, but is the food not good over there?"

"Have you lost weight? I haven't noticed. Although the food is not bad, it is definitely not as delicious as the food cooked by my sisters-in-law. I am just a little tired."

"Thank you for your hard work. How are things going over there?"

“We’ve recruited a lot of people, and the pace is very fast. The brick factory over there is already building walls, and houses and shops in the city have also started to be built, some of which have already built one floor.

My sister-in-law’s family is harvesting tea oil seeds. They have already harvested hundreds of thousands of kilograms. Now that the oil press has been built, they can start pressing oil.”

"Good luck. By the way, I'll make you what you want to eat at noon. Take advantage of this time at home to eat more and make up for the weight you lost."

"Hey, I'm not picky. I'll eat whatever you cook. As long as it's made by Third Sister-in-law, it's delicious and I like it."

"Okay, I'll do it then."

After hurriedly finishing his meal, Cheng Laowu threw himself into the rush to harvest.

With the help of the villagers, Old Man Cheng finally harvested all the rice after six days.

Life in the world is nothing but hard work, and food is the most important thing for all living beings.

Work at sunrise and return at sunset.

No pain, no gain. There is hard work and also the joy of harvest.

The autumn harvest was successfully completed.

Next, just dry all the rice grains and sift out the shriveled ones.

Watching Zhang and her colleagues, each holding a bamboo sieve, sifting the rice bit by bit, the process was slow and tiring, and it would take them forever to sift 60,000 kilograms of rice.

Cheng Xingwan directly moved three Fenggu cars out of the space.

Just pour the rice into the trapezoidal feeding silo on the top. The car stop is designed with three or four crotch positions, and the flow speed of the rice can be adjusted according to your needs.

Turn the handle. The faster you turn it, the stronger the wind will be, and the full grains may be blown out. If you turn it too slowly, the wind will not be strong enough, and the shriveled grains and impurities may not be blown away, so you have to control your hand speed.

Soon, Zhang and his companions mastered the speed skillfully.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law each had a rice winder. The eldest Cheng put the fine rice into sacks and carried it to the cave for storage. The second and fourth Cheng piled up the rice, and the fifth Cheng went back and forth between the three rice winders to add rice.

Old man Cheng, with a pipe in his mouth, was circling around Zhang's Fenggu motorcycle with shining eyes.

"Hiss! Whoever came up with this thing is so clever. But it looks quite complicated, much more complicated than a threshing machine."

"You old fool, you can't see a flower no matter how hard you look. Are you trying to make a windmill? I don't know if you can do it. Even if you can, you don't have the time. We have to plant rapeseed in a hurry.

The third brother said that rapeseed can also be used to make oil. If it can be grown, after pressing tea oil, we can press rapeseed oil. And peanuts, I heard, can also be used to make oil. "

"Okay, okay, I'll go drain the water from the field, and we'll go catch all the fish this afternoon."

Boss Cheng was carrying rice on his way to the side of Dafu's house. Seeing Boss Cheng carrying one load after another, Xie wondered how they could sift the rice so quickly. Could it be that they didn't sift it at all?

She asked Cheng Dafu to go and see what was going on.

Not long after, she saw Cheng Dafu and Cheng Laoer carrying a strange thing together. It was not until Cheng Laoer demonstrated to her how to use it that she understood why Old Man Cheng's speed was so fast.

Cheng Xingwan bought a total of ten rice winders and placed them in the space. He took them all out, so of course there were not enough for one household. However, transporting rice was no different from rushing to harvest rice. He only needed to load the dried rice or pile it up to protect it from rain, and when someone's household no longer needed the rice winder, they could move it over and use it.

Old man Cheng stood by the field and released water. He placed a small bamboo raft at the outlet of the field. There was a thumb-sized hole on the raft so that small fish could get out, but larger fish would be blocked and unable to get out.

Seeing him draining water, Cheng Dafu also came down to drain the water from his own field. The two old men squatted by the field and muttered to each other, watching as the water in the field became less and less, and all the fish were crowded in the small puddles.

"There are too many fish. We can't eat them all even if we make them into dried fish. Why don't we take them down the mountain and sell them?"