Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

Jiang Yue saw Xue Yan's headache in her eyes, but didn't say anything about it. She just went straight to the topic and asked calmly, "What are your plans in the future?"

"Huh?" Xue Yan was having a headache and couldn't understand for a while.

"You suddenly stop going to study."

She just said that, and he understood.

He didn't intend to hide it, and nodded: "There is a plan."

He now wants to be an ordinary farmer, but if he grows crops alone, he will still have a very hard life. He can't ignore this issue. Naturally, he has other plans to make life easier for the family, but it will not be too eye-catching. .

"Come with me," he said again.

Jiang Yue nodded, got off the bench, and walked out with Xue Yan.

Go to the house where he lives now, which used to be the kitchen.

Yu Hongyan was sitting under the shed picking beans, and when she saw that they were transferred from the main room to another room, she was just two children playing and didn't feel relieved.

In the house where Xue Yan lives now, the stove is still there, but there is a wide wooden board on it, and several boxes are placed on the wooden board.

In the box, of course, are the clothes of the people living in this house.

In the original place where the rice jar was placed, next to the wall, an earthen kang was built, and it was enough to squeeze four people on it.

The desk that was brought in was placed beside the kang.

In the book, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are still there, and the books that were originally on the bookshelf were also placed in the upper left corner of the desk.

There are no stools in this house, but there is a small stool at the door of the house. Xue Yan moved in, and then placed it beside the desk.

Jiang Yue understood and stood on the small bench to see the situation on the desk more clearly.

Xue Yan sat on the edge of the kang, took out several sheets of paper with drawings from under the stack of yellowed papers on the desk, spread them out one by one, and then pushed them all in front of Jiang Yue.

He added: "I want to build a water-hulling threshing workshop on the side of the mountain, with the help of the water there, and while growing crops, I can rely on this workshop to make some money for husking the rice. I once read a book about it. Planting a waterwheel means using water, and I think Gulong can also use water. This is the structure diagram of the water hull I drew, which mainly combines the grain hull and water. Look, it should be possible.”

Gulong is a tool used by farmers to dehull the rice into milled rice. It is usually made of wicker or bamboo into a bottom circle, filled with clay in the middle, and driven into hardwood teeth, and the upper and lower circles are stacked on top of each other.

But relying on manpower or animal power to turn the rice hulls and husking the rice can't actually take off much in a day.

But if the water power is used, the Gulong can be rotated day and night every day, and the efficiency will be much higher.

Jiang Yue was quite surprised.

I didn't expect Xue Yan to be so smart, just through the waterwheel, he can think that Gulong can also use water to thresh the grain. Will also result in such a good picture.

Every part of the water hull is drawn in great detail.

It is indeed very feasible.

She remembered that at the end of the world, there were records of modern times, saying that a grain hull was once discovered in Jinci Town, Taiyuan. The diameter of the upper ring was 80 cm, the height was 70 cm, and the height of the lower ring was 38 cm.

Looking at the size that Xue Yan drew on the paper, it should be larger, and it should be able to thresh at least 3,000 catties.

"It can be done." Jiang Yue nodded, "But if you want to do it, you need some money, but do you have money?"

This is to build a small workshop. At least one house needs to be built to keep out the wind and rain. It can't be open in the open, right? It's impossible without spending money.

"Have."

Hearing this, Jiang Yue was surprised. In her eyes, this person is not a seven-year-old child at all, but to be honest, this family is so poor, she really did not expect him to be rich.