Time flies and about two hours passed. As the sun is about to set, several carpenters and apprentice helpers once again dragged a new threshing machine with a cart.

The style of this threshing machine is significantly different from the first one. The roller in the middle has no change except for the thicker bamboo nails, but the wooden bucket is much smaller. Two sled-style wooden boards are added below, and a wooden rack is added next to the feed port, which looks much more refined.

The threshing machine was directly carried into the rice field. Because of the two sled boards bearing the load, the machine could easily drag in the soft rice field. The two couples of hired men also came up to help. With all their skills, the new threshing machine was quickly placed in the middle of the rice field.

The experimental results were also released soon. The threshing effect was not only better, but the feeding speed was obviously faster after improvement. Just put the harvested rice on the wooden rack. The operator can easily handle the bundle and threshing by one person, and the speed is faster and more handy than the cooperation of two people. In this way, the two couples hired by Zhao Qi only need one person to exceed the threshing speed of the four people before, and the remaining three people can spend all their time on the harvesting of rice, so the harvesting speed is at least four times that of the previous one.

Originally, according to the harvesting speed of weekdays, the couple could collect about two acres of about two acres a day, and Aan would collect about one week. However, in the past one hour after the first prototype was transported, the four people had already collected more than one acre. With this improved second prototype, it took about half an hour to verify that it would take about three or four cents of the land. If they kept following this speed, the more than ten acres would be collected in at most two days.

However, after all, humans are not real machines and require human power to drive them completely. The basis of fastness is to keep up with the physical strength, but people who are hit hard can't stand this continuous high-intensity work. In the past, using the board compartment was exhausted because of the arms, but stepping on the thresher machine was exhausted because of the legs.

Therefore, from the beginning to now, after three hours of continuous harvesting and threshing, the two couples were so tired that they sat on the ridge of the field to breathe and rest.

"Master, you are really quick to do this, but people can't stand it!" A black-skinned and mature employee said with a white face and trembling legs.

"That's right, the tired people can't stand it. They have to take on a few days of work this day!" Another young hired worker, who was a little tall and thin, nodded repeatedly.

The two women basically don’t speak. For people like them who are homeless, who are wandering around and helping with their children to support their lives, they are not afraid of being tired, but they are afraid of having nothing to do, and the whole family will go hungry.

"It's really tiring. Let's do this. I won't calculate the more than ten acres of land for you by day. I will give you two hundred cents of rice per acre of land. In addition, add two kilograms of rice per acre of land. If you work quickly, you will get more, and if you work slowly, you will get less. If you finish collecting it in three days, each person will have 260 to 70 cents of wages per day. Adding a few kilograms of rice, you will get about 300 cents of income every day. It's more cost-effective to get tired, that's how?" Zhao Qi sat next to him and said with a smile.

"The master is serious?" The two tired and trembling couples looked at Zhao Qi excitedly.

"Of course it's true, otherwise it will not be fair to you. And harvest quickly, dry it in the warehouse while the weather is good, so as not to miss the harvest time when it rains, which will be good for everyone!" Zhao Qi nodded seriously.

"Okay, don't worry, little boss. As long as you use this thresher for us, I will guarantee to collect it for you in three days!" The mature and thin employee stood up excitedly with his chest.

"You can use the threshing machine at will, and you don't need to compensate if it is broken..."

"Let's go, Lao Jiu, hurry up and harvest another acre while it's still early!"

Before Zhao Qi could finish his words, the couple got up and picked up their sickles and started to harvest them quickly in the evening. The three little kids were thrown into the haystack by the rice fields and played and cried and didn't have time to pay attention to them.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Qi felt uncomfortable.

In any era, there are poor and rich people, especially in this feudal era. Even in the Song Dynasty, which was known as the most prosperous and prosperous in the world, the lives of a large number of poor people are still in danger.

Once the war comes, Sichuan and Huaihe River are now in chaos. It is estimated that those fleeing people will have a bite of food every day, which is probably a luxury. When the Mongolians sweep across the south of the Yangtze River, the peace and tranquility will no longer exist. I wonder how many people will be separated and their wives will be broken.

"The people are suffering, the people are suffering, the people are suffering, the people are suffering, alas..."

Zhao Qi sighed and stood up, picked up a crying child and said to Lai Fu: "Let's go, take these three children back and help watch!"

"This little boss is really kind-hearted!" Seeing Zhao Qi take his child away, a woman who was harvesting rice instantly rolling down her tears.

"Yes, kind-hearted people will have blessings. This is the best boss we have ever met!" The thin and mature man also had a red eye circle, but the movements on his hands did not mean to pause at all.

"Woooo, I really want to go home..." another woman said with her head buried and choked.

"Go home... there is no home. My parents die, the house is burned, and the crops cannot be planted..." The tall and thin man who was threshing sighed, with infinite desolation and confusion flowing out of his face.

"Are we really not going back? I miss the vegetable field behind my home. The oily vegetables planted when I left have just sprouted and they have grown so well!" A woman squatted in the rice field and cried bitterly.

"Don't cry. Although we can't go back, it's much better than being killed by the Mongols. Think about the villagers who escaped with us at that time. How many people are left in the village who escaped with us? The second uncle is dead, the fourth uncle is dead, and Nian's mother is gone. He goes back to find his sister and never comes back. Yu Yatou starves to death in my arms. I dare not recall it. He has nightmares every night..." The thin and mature man squatted down in pain like a child and grabbed his hair desperately.

"Goro, you...you said if we ask the little boss to keep us, will he agree..." a woman choked up.

The thin black man looked up and hesitated for a long time, then continued to cut rice and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. The little boss's family still lives in a broken kiln, and also raises a group of little kids who can't do anything. I heard that these kids are all beggars he rescued from the wharf. They are all orphans without fathers and mothers. He has to support a family of more than ten acres of land. How can they eat enough for us if they plant them!"

"Fifth brother, then how about you tell me we will sell his three kids..."

"You have no conscience, why did you think of selling your baby?" A woman cried in despair.

"I... I'm not forced to do anything. Who knows how long I'll fight with the Mongolians this time? If I go home, I don't know where to go... If I had known this, I would rather go to the army to eat the food of the dead..." The young tall and thin man muttered.

"Working in the army, the soldiers die faster. You don't know what the court is like. I haven't won a war for hundreds of years. I lost to Liao and Jin and Mongolia. Since Grandpa Yue was killed, our Zhang clan rule stipulates that we should not work hard for the Song Dynasty!" The thin and mature man whispered.

"If you don't work hard for the Song Dynasty, can you work hard for the Mongols?" The young and thin man muttered again.

"No one is working hard. We just need to protect our lives. The Song Dynasty court is in Hangzhou, and they will definitely resist the Mongols desperately. The Mongols came to Jiangnan. The first ones who died were the Zhao family and those dog officials!" The thin and mature man glared at his brothers fiercely.

"Oh, it's a pity that the iron gun left by my grandfather is better if it is brought out. It can be sold at least thirty or fifty taels of silver. With this little money, we might be able to buy a few acres of thin land in the south, and we don't have to eat like a wild dog like this and run around without having to eat it all over the last meal!"

"You dare to sell a spear, you are afraid you will be beaten. If you die, what are your face to be despised!"

"The ancestors didn't care about our full meals, not to mention that our ancestors ran from Hebei to Henan, from Henan to Huaibei, and then to Huainan. They had the right to run, why didn't we go to see them..."

"You... I won't argue with you anymore. Work quickly and strive to harvest the rice from the little boss's family in three days. You can still go to another family to do a few days of work. It's tiring, but as long as you speed is fast, you may have to earn more than ten chunks of money in the past half month. With this money, we will look around to see if we can buy a few acres of wasteland to settle down. I heard yesterday that a new harbor is being built next to Yanggong Town. Maybe they still lack staff..."

"I'm afraid you're thinking too much. The people on this dock are very xenophobic. We didn't try it a few days ago..."

"Why are you stubborn? You'll go and ask, but you won't die. Work!" The thin and mature man buried his head in anger and began to cut rice frantically. The two women also hurriedly picked up their tears and increased their speed. The younger man also silently buried his head and began to step on the threshing machine. The grains of huh lapped into the sack of the wooden warehouse.
Chapter completed!