Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Earning one more copper coin is the benefit of one copper coin. The father and son who have several "big money" in their pockets will never refuse such a good deed. Threshing work, and the healthy son went to the new factory area with better wages.

The corn threshing site is in the yard behind the purchase point. The old farmer entered the backyard under the instructions of the clerk, and was taken aback when he saw the scene inside.

He also thought that he would see a group of people sitting in front of the tub with wooden blocks each, and manually threshing corn cobs one by one-this is what people in the country do when threshing corn.

The picture he saw was indeed not much different from what he knew. Indeed, there were many people sitting in several rows in the backyard, with wooden basins, sacks containing corn kernels, and large piles of corn cobs in front of them.

But the difference from his imagination is that these people don’t have a square block in their hands, but a strange, small, palm-shaped cylindrical tool; the corn husker stuffs the corn cobs into the cylinder with his left hand , shake the rocker on the buttocks of the cylinder with the right hand, and the corn kernels will pop out of the cylinder with a click.

Based on the life experience of the old farmer, he only briefly observed the operation process of others, and then recognized that this weird little cylinder with a rocker was used for threshing corn kernels, and the mouth gradually opened... What a delicate little thing—— — No, the townspeople can even make such a convenient tool for manual work such as threshing corn kernels that children can do? !

"Are you here to do odd jobs?" A young man sitting at the table, holding a dustpan and sifting out sundries from the shaved corn kernels raised his chin to greet the old farmer.

"Yes, yes, sir." The old farmer looked at the man's much stronger physique than ordinary people, and quickly nodded and bowed.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not a master." The young man put down the dustpan, wiped his sweat with the towel around his neck, and waved to the old farmer, "Come here and get the tools."

A hand-operated threshing machine for household use that is light and smart and weighs less than three catties (the unit price is 8 yuan), a wooden basin, and a roll of sacks are the production tools that the old farmer received.

The strong young man led the old farmer to a corner of the yard, pointed at the corn cobs piled up under the yard wall, and said, "Start threshing from this pile, and I will count the time for you when you start work, one copper coin for every half hour, Are there any questions?"

"No, no more." The old farmer said repeatedly.

The young man nodded, glanced at the wrinkled face of the old farmer, went to the next room and took out a cushion made of rushes: "You are old, don't sit on the ground."

His attitude was quite casual, as if it was a common thing to take care of older people a little bit, but he flattered the old farmer...

The young man didn't think too much, he went back to the table and wrote down the old farmer's name and the time he worked in the registration book on the table - there is a clock hanging on the wall of the threshing yard, and he can't remember it wrong anyway time.

Next, the young man picked up the dustpan again, shook the corn kernels in the dustpan again, and shook out things like sand and dust...

This young, robust young man was named Paul Hank, and he was the younger brother of Sam, an operator in the town hall.

The renovation project of the main road in the town is coming to an end, and there is no work to do, so Paul has been idle for a few days like the townspeople.

But soon, Paul found a job—after all, his brother was an officer in the town hall, and his mother, Mrs. Hank, had a good reputation in the logistics department. Erqian, there will be people who will remember him - he was arranged to be in charge of the threshing field at the acquisition point of the logistics department.

This job made Paul secretly feel complicated for several days.

He is 19 years old this year, and he is not an ignorant kid... Just like his brother Sam scolded him before he left, if he was in Inadoli, people like him would either rely on favors to find a way to enter the factory, or they could only go to the factory. Working as a coolie in a leather workshop, working as an apprentice—those decent shops in the southern city would not ask him to be a waiter. He has big hands and feet, and his appearance is not correct, which will spoil the relaxation of the guests.

The people of Westham Town Hall asked him to go to night school to learn simple words and arithmetic, and let him take charge of the management work on a site, counting the working hours and paying the odd workers - Paul himself very much Clearly, if he was in Inadoli, he would not have had the chance to get to this point. Innadali would only guard against a person like him with a bad background and a vulgar image as a thief.

Paul remembers very well... when, at the age of thirteen, he made his first delivery for his mother's sewing shop, delivering a coat that a gentleman had brought in for repair, in the Grantham neighborhood, the housekeeper called him over and stood in front of him. He unpacked the bag with his face, carefully checked the buttons on the coat, and made sure they were all there before letting him go.

The butler, worried that he might steal the brass buttons on his coat during the delivery.

This... humiliation has always been deeply engraved in Paul's memory.

And there are many similar things——

Respectable gentlemen can choose at will when buying fruit, but a poorly dressed man like him will be stared at by the shopkeeper as long as he approaches the fruit stand.

If you are tired and stop to rest during the delivery, if you stop near the side door or back door of the store, you will be considered as a thief or a watchman, and you will be chased away by the clerk.

This is not just a memory that belongs to Paul alone. On the streets of Mary Street, those young people who have no books to study and can't find a formal job, so they can only do odd jobs everywhere, are treated the same.

It is simply a fantasy to let this kind of street kid who "sees his hands and feet are not clean" be responsible for the property of a venue.

And this is precisely the trust that Paul gave him in Westham, who thought that "there is no future in Newing Town".

Paul, as always, maintained the habit of doing every job wholeheartedly that Mrs. Hank taught their brothers, and took seriously the work that could be exchanged for food and a stable life for the family. A person who is very good at expressing emotions, he is less eloquent than his brother Sam, and only he knows the melancholy and colorfulness in his heart that only he knows.

"Paul, we're here to get the corn!"

Two young men pushed open the gate of the threshing yard and came in on a tricycle.

"Okay." Paul put down the dustpan, and quickly dragged out a few sacks of corn that he sifted with his own hands. "That's all for now, and I haven't checked the others."

"Put them all in the car. You don't need to screen them slowly. There are machines in the factory area that can automatically screen and clean them." The young man who looked a few years older than Paul laughed and said.

Paul was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He just moved the sacks to the car with the two brothers' comrades.

After emptying the sacks in the threshing yard and sending the two people away, Paul also took a hand-cranked threshing machine, sat down, and shook the rocker to thresh the corn cobs...

No one asked him, the person in charge of the threshing field, to do the same job, but Paul had seen with his own eyes that those slender and thin clerks would do what they could do on the construction site, and he certainly didn't think he would be any more special than those clerks .

The sky gradually darkened.

When it was almost time for the second working meal of the past, the people from the logistics department came earlier than usual with the delivery truck.

The logistics department has cultivated its own team of chefs, so that the town hall's working meals will no longer need to be troubled by the undead canteen, and the logistics department will be responsible for it all.

And these new chefs... Naturally, they are the families of the soldiers of the former city defense army. Even Paul's 15-year-old sister, Joan, got a job in the logistics department.

It was Paul's younger sister Joan who came to deliver the food. She and little Rock's sister pushed the dining car in. As soon as they entered the door, Joan took out a small thing on a plastic plate from the dining car and shouted excitedly. He said, "Look, Paul, look at what this is!"

Joan is the most active of the four members of Hank's family. Brother Paul can't say as much in a year as Joan can say in two weeks.Paul looked at his little sister in surprise, saw what she was holding, and opened his mouth in surprise: "Cake? Why is there a cake?"

"We made it ourselves!" The little girl raised her chin triumphantly, "Paul, the flour mill can make cake flour! I heard from the sister clerk over there that they put wheat flour and corn flour into those weird machines Go in, and you can actually make cake flour!"

Paul opened his mouth even wider...

There is also a cake shop in the Mary Street Market, which is a place that the boys on the street yearn for very much, but they also wisely avoid it. The price of cakes is several times that of bread, except for someone’s birthday or something On major festivals, ordinary people are reluctant to buy such flashy food.

"A cake can be made with only wheat flour and corn flour? Then why can the cake be sold for several times the price of bread?" Paul was very puzzled, obviously corn flour is much cheaper than wheat flour.

The cakes sold in this world...in fact, it's not that they are unconscionable, it is indeed a matter of cost: they must be made with special low-gluten flour.

Westham generally grows medium-gluten wheat (more gluten, strong gluten, suitable for making bread), not suitable for making cakes.

This place is the time for the earth's industry to show its power-the starch machine grinds corn into cornstarch, mixes it with medium-gluten wheat flour in a certain proportion, artificially synthesizes low-gluten flour, and produces low-cost cake flour.

Cake baking also adopts an industrialized simple and rough processing method, which is uniformly produced by the integrated baking machine of G Provincial Machinery Factory. The same assembly line can produce cakes, and different molds can produce biscuits, and the latter is the highlight-storability, The easy-to-carry biscuits are very suitable for promotion as one of the key products in the agricultural product processing industry.

When Paul curiously ate a small piece of cake from the work meal share, Ji Tang, Zhao Zhenzhen, and Rex were inspecting the freshly delivered The first cookies in the line.

The ingredients for this batch of cookies are synthetic low-gluten flour, eggs, soybean oil, shallots, salt and corn syrup.

Ji Tang and Zhao Zhenzhen couldn't taste it, so Rex took on the important task of tasting... Under the nervous watch of the responsible clerk and workers, Rex picked up a square biscuit that was still warm, and put it in his mouth.

Crispy biscuits with salty and sweet flavors, scallions and a faint egg aroma. After eating only one piece, Rex gave a thumbs up: "It's very good, the taste is very good, and it's the most suitable breakfast with some milk."

The staff in charge and the workers burst into laughter...

"I'll say it's absolutely good. It's delicious just by smelling it." A worker recruited from the townspeople said with a smile on his face.

"Let's try it too, and feel the fruits of labor processed by your own hands." Rex smiled and waved his hands.

"Hey, it's actually made by machines, and we didn't do anything..." The workers said so, and stepped forward to pick up the biscuits.

"It's so delicious, even better than the dim sum I ate when I got married!"

"Yeah, that's great, this is actually produced by us..."

"I didn't expect that corn can be made into sugar, and it tastes so sweet!"

This group of townspeople, who had obtained the first batch of workers after a long-term observation at the construction site of Zhenzhong Avenue and passed the night school exam, were all moved when they ate the biscuits they produced.

The old farmer's son came to do odd jobs in the factory area, and he was also on site at the moment. He was only responsible for cleaning and moving the whole time, and he did not participate in the production. He smelled the aroma of biscuits and swallowed secretly.

"Young man, you have a piece too." A town worker noticed that the young man was not moving, so he kindly shared a piece of the biscuit in his hand.

"Thank you, thank you." The old farmer's son was flattered, took it with both hands, and eagerly took a bite.

"It's delicious." The young man with callused hands and tanned face couldn't help laughing.

"It's delicious." The town worker grinned happily, "You grow the wheat and corn that make the biscuits, and you also have a share of these biscuits."

The young man half understood, and exclaimed, "It's amazing that wheat flour and corn can make such delicious food. This is much more valuable than wheat and corn, isn't it, sir?"

"Of course, our biscuits are definitely more popular than black bread." The town worker said proudly.

When Rex heard what they said, he smiled at Ji Tang and Zhao Zhenzhen.

"Let's go, let's go to the flour mill." Ji Tang waved.

The three of them came out of the puffed food processing factory talking and laughing, and with a glance, they saw a large group of undead stalking the streets outside.

"Why are the undead coming? Another enemy is coming?" Rex was startled.

"Hmm...probably not." Ji Tang looked down at the "system time", patted his head and said, "Yo, I didn't notice, it's time to fight the Lieyang Church?"

"Eh?!" Rex was even more surprised, "Then, don't we need to make some preparations?"

"Since Yang didn't inform us, it means there's no need for it." Ji Tang waved his hand, "The battle is his business, we just need to do our own job well."

Just as he was talking, he saw Brother Lowell wearing a particularly conspicuous and gorgeous aristocratic costume (actually a rented COS suit), riding a tall ground lizard horse, passing by the road in front of the factory area.

"Look, you don't even need to show up, Yang is ready." Ji Tang pointed at the street.

Rex: "..."