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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 51: A mill is about to turn around

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    As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when happy events happen. These days, except for the occasional misfortune that Zi Baifeng brought up that gave him a headache, Zijian was getting happier day by day.  In addition, the entire Xiayan Village has more and more spiritual energy, and the condition of the villagers is getting better and better.  Being with Zi Baifeng all day long, he received a lot of spiritual nourishment, so it was no wonder that his mental state was not good.  ¡°Dad is only in his early thirties, he¡¯s not old at all.  Zi Baifeng realized this again, his father was definitely a talent!  Hey, he is in his early thirties, dare I ask this handsome young man with white temples, who are you, brother? Are you really my father?  This is not scientific at all!  Wei Mao suddenly felt that he was being taken advantage of!  In this unreal feeling, Zi Baifeng discovered that the address had been chosen, the foundation had been laid, the piles had been buried, the millstones had been transported, the beams had been put up, the walls had been raised, and the shelves had been erected.  Even the waterwheel was completed by my father who worked all night long. ?????????????????????? It was completed in just four or five days Is it completed?  Although there are more magical techniques for raising monsters, Zi Baifeng was still shocked by the efficiency of the villagers.  This small mountain village, which had been silent for a long time, burst out with surprising cohesion in the face of sudden development. The water wheel of the mill was officially launched, which was the last step of the entire process. All the pipe fittings were connected, and a dozen strong people  The young man carried the assembled water wheel into the water. With the help of some equipment, and under the loud instructions of Yan Laowu who hurried back, he firmly stuck the three-person-high water wheel in the deep water.  On a frame fixed by wooden stakes driven into the ground.  At that moment, the entire Xiayan Village was filled with tens of thousands of people, no, hundreds of people, and the streets were empty. Even the people who went into the mountains to look for jade delayed their departure just to see this scene.  "Master Xiucai, come here!" Yan Laowu stood in front of the water mill and pointed at a wooden wrench.  "Shall I come?" "Master Xiucai, come on, come on!" Everyone shouted.  Zi Baifeng looked around, feeling suddenly nervous.  Although this water-powered mill designed by myself has undergone some improvements by Dad and Shi San, it won't be unsuccessful, it won't break after a few turns, and it won't collapse all of a sudden!  Do you want to write a few words first to be safe Zi Baifeng walked so nervously that his hands and feet were tied together. While everyone was laughing, someone shouted: "Master Xiucai, can you do it? If not, I will do it."  !¡± This shout immediately caused everyone to laugh.  Zi Baifeng walked up to Yan Laowu, and under Yan Laowu's encouraging gaze, he took hold of the wooden wrench and pulled it down, but it didn't pull.  The crowd burst into laughter again.  "Try harder." Dad smiled beside him.  Zi Baifeng used all his strength to fall forward, and there was a crisp click. Zi Baifeng thought the wooden handle in his hand was broken, but then he saw the wooden connecting piece.  It fell down and got stuck with the wooden teeth of the millstone and water wheel.  The gurgling stream flowed down from the mountain and turned into a rapid current here. The water flow drove the water wheel. With a slight creaking sound, the thick connecting rod twisted, and then the force acting on the wooden pole as thick as a person was  The power was transmitted to the stone mill, and then the stone mill began to rotate!  At first, it just rotated slowly, then the speed immediately increased, and finally began to rotate at a constant speed at a speed of about two seconds.  "Wow!" The windows of the water mill have not been installed yet, and they are wide open. At this time, the villagers saw the millstone turning, and they seemed to have seen the most magical thing in the world: "It's turning! It's turning.  "It's really turned around!" Yan Laowu's eyes were full of excitement. He handed over a long spoon with a handful of wheat grains in it and said to Zi Baifeng, "Master Xiucai, it's you who will do it!" "It's me?"  Bo Feng felt that he had really gained too much limelight today, and his life would not be short.  "Of course it's you, this is your credit." Yan Laowu rarely used honorifics to Zi Baifeng, and now the old man was also excited.  Thirty years ago, before Yan Laowu became a clan elder, he once thought about building a mill, but where did the village have the power at that time?  They can no longer even ensure food and clothing.  If grinding is done manually, the efficiency is not much higher than that of a stone mortar, and the effort is thankless.  Zi Baifeng took the ladle, and Little Shitou jumped out from the side, jumping anxiously: "I want to come too, I want to come too!" Zi Baifeng smiled and rubbed Little Shitou's green-skinned head lovingly.  , said: "Okay, you come." Zi Baifeng held the little stone, and the little stone held up a long spoon and poured the grains of wheat into the grinding eye.  When the wheat grains enter the grinding eye, the stone grinder makes bursts of fine grinding sounds, like spring silkworms eating, like fine grass sprouting, that?The sound is full of life, just listening to it makes people feel happy.  There was silence all around for a while, except for the sound of the creaking water wheel and the gurgling sound of water.  Less than a minute passed like this, and fine, snow-white noodles began to flow out of the mouth below.  This first bowl of white flour had the bran removed, so it was white and not mixed with other colors. In the eyes of the villagers, it was whiter than snow, whiter than silver, and whiter than Yan Laowu's hair.  Yan Laowu held up the bowl placed at the exit with both hands, looking at the snow-white flour, his hands were trembling.  This is not only a bowl of fine white noodles, but also a brand-new spiritual sustenance, an unspeakable sense of achievement and melancholy.  Until five minutes later, no more flour came out. Yan Laowu held the bowl in his hand to his chest, his beard trembled twice, and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.  The old man was in tears.  A man doesn¡¯t shed tears easily, but he hasn¡¯t reached the sad point yet?  No, I'm just not happy yet.  Ancestors Xiayan Village is about to revive again. I, Yan Laowu, am worthy of my ancestors "Grandpa, do you want some water to make some noodles?" There is an ungrateful little guy shouting from behind.  , the old man's tears fell in the bowl, and the turbid old tears wet the white noodles. The old man seemed not to hear, and just stared at the bowl of noodles blankly.  This bowl of noodles should be offered to the ancestors at the altar; this bowl of noodles is a better gift than the young students in the village going to college; this bowl of noodles is the bright future of the village!  Seeing that the old man was still immersed in his own thoughts, Zi Baifeng coughed and said: "Everyone, our mill in Xiayan Village is now officially available for use. Those who need to grind flour can come and line up." "I'll do it.  , I'm coming!" Immediately, some impatient young men came forward, each carrying a bag and planning to grind noodles.  "Don't worry!" Yan Laowu had woken up from his thoughts at this time, shouted loudly, and said: "Xiucai Lang, you come first!" "Dad?" Zi Baifeng hesitated.  Zijian was not pretentious. He laughed and said, "I'll try it first." He brought a small bag of wheat and poured the grain into an inverted triangular funnel-like container above the millstone. Suddenly, the wheat grains  It was sprinkled from the container at a constant speed. Zijian adjusted a small wooden board under the container, and the wheat grains leaked out a little slower, like water, continuously.  While doing it, Zijian was still explaining.  The crowd began to stare at it again, listening to ears, it seemed that he couldn't get tired of it.  The water mill is not a strange thing to Zi Baifeng - of course, he has never seen a real thing - but for most people in the village, this is the first time they have seen it, and they just think everything is very strange.  It's magical, the trickle of wheat grains can cause waves of exclamations.  Then, the slender white surface flowed out from under the grinder. It was only a little different from the previous one. This time it was like a trickle.  However, there is some bran mixed in these white flours, and they have to be sifted back again, just like the rocks exposed outside the snow layer after the first snowfall.  Zijian put the bag of wheat underneath and continued, the trickle continued, slowly accumulating into a small pile at the bottom of the bag, then spreading a layer, and then half filling the bag.  "So fast! So fast!" Everyone exclaimed, guessing that in less than a quarter of an hour, the small bag of noodles had been ground.  "It's so fast!" The villagers suddenly started to get excited again, and Zi Baifeng had to stand up to maintain order: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, this millstone belongs to Shi Sanbo, let Shi Sanbo hit it first!"  No one had any objections, and then Shi San stepped forward.  "Uncle Yan has also put in a lot of effort. Uncle Yan, come here!" "I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry!" Yan Dalian waved his hands, and he pushed the old Tuozi beside him, "Let the old Tuozi come first, he's still  I need to go to the mountains quickly to find jade!" This kind joke made everyone burst into laughter.  Old Tuozi came forward carrying a bag. Zi Baifeng took a peek and saw that it was not the one made of his trouser legs.  The little Tuozi followed the old Tuozi closely, looking at Namo and then at Zibaifeng, his eyes were sparkling, full of admiration.  Xiao Shitou went over and pulled him, and the two of them ran around Mo, screaming and jumping.  This day is like a festival. The villagers line up to grind flour. They don¡¯t rush to leave after grinding. They stay there and continue to watch. It seems that they never get tired of watching.  Zi Baifeng loudly explained the rules for using the stone grinder. For example, the last one to finish grinding should push the wooden pole up. If the water flow is too fast after heavy rain, it is best not to use it. Everyone agreed.    On this day, every household ate fine white flour, and the sound of stone mortars pounding noodles that kept ringing in every household finally disappeared.  In the next few days, you still had to queue up at first, but later the villagers figured out the rules and each found a time to work together. If they arrived at the same time, they would chat and grind noodles together. There was not much time anyway.  A few days later, something happened that made the old man furious.  With the convenience of the mill, some villagers started to think carefully. They carried the ground flour to Mengcheng to sell it, and then carried the grain back to grind the flour.  It is summer now, and fine white flour can only be stored for ten or twenty days before it goes bad. There is no stock in any place, so the fine white flour on the market is a hot commodity. Every time you come back, you can make a % profit by reselling it.  The price difference is thirty to forty, or even forty to fifty.  In a place as big as Xiayan Village, what can you hide from others?  However, after changing hands twice, the news spread, and it soon reached the ears of the old man.
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