It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 322

Happy, sad, reluctant, missing... no matter what the days are like, we have to keep going.

At the end of June, when Jiang Yan came to deliver wild mushrooms, Manager Hao San suddenly asked with concern, "Have you finished making the plow cart in your village?"

Jiang Yan pushed down the brim of his straw hat. "No. The millet is ripe now, and the villagers are busy harvesting and drying it to prevent another heavy rain. They haven't had time to think about it."

With the thresher and windmill cart, the elders of Dongshan Village still wondered if there would be more convenient agricultural tools, even though they later used thin bamboo poles to sow seeds.

The best kind of farm implement is one that can dig furrows, sow seeds, and then cover the soil by itself.

Jiang Yan immediately pictured the roaring, galloping sowing machinery on the large farm, but she had a vague memory of what agricultural implements were used before mechanical power.

A few days later, she dreamed that someone pronounced the second tone of "耧车" (耧车) as the third tone, and no matter how she tried to correct it, it wouldn't change. Finally, she woke up in frustration and anger, and then...

"Jiang Yan, our master has got a plow cart. Bring the two old men over to have a look at it in the next two days." Manager Hao San couldn't hide his pride in his words.

"Really?!" Jiang Yan's eyes lit up as she thanked him profusely, "Manager Hao, your master and you are both such kind people!"

Manager Hao San smiled even more.

Although there was a small accident during the gift delivery process, which made the family worried for two days, the result was good.

The young men in the Hao Mansion were now called upon to work for those people, and they didn't have to worry about their houses being raided one day for a long time.

When the master was happy, Manager Hao San was also happy. He told Master Hao about the things that Jiang Yan had revealed. After hearing about them, Master Hao also became interested.

Holding the belief that even rural villagers could make new farm tools, he had money and craftsmen, so he had to win back the game. He pushed for progress in his spare time... until the manager of a branch shop in another city spent a lot of money to send him a machine...

Manager Hao San recalled what he and Master Hao had said and whispered, "When you come to see us, whether our master is here or not, you must express your approval and gratitude to the fullest extent possible."

Understand.

Two days later, in a suburban farm somewhere in the Hao Mansion, the two old men Jiang Shun and Jiang Qi carefully touched the plow cart, tears in their eyes, and kept saying thank you.

Jiang Yan, feeling confident that he was performing well, glanced at him from the corner of his eye and felt a surge of admiration. This was so natural and so genuine, it didn't seem like a novice at all.

Not long after, a man who was not quite as big as a man walked out from somewhere in the village. He said cheerfully, "Since you like it, Carpenter Wan, you can explain in detail to the two old men how to make it."

Carpenter Wan obeyed, while Manager Hao San continued to stand behind the man, only mouthing when Jiang Yan glanced over: "My master..."

"This lady." Master Hao said to Jiang Yan again, "Come, let's talk."

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On the way back to the village, Jiang Yan looked at the two old men whose smiles never faded. If they were not so old, they would have jumped for joy. She would have been even happier.

She said, "I didn't expect you two to behave so well. I'm so happy that Master Hao said he would give us the iron parts (plowshares) used to break the ground."

"What are you trying to show off..." Jiang Qi was a little embarrassed. "Your grandfather Shun and I are really happy to see the things."

"You said we've been farming our whole lives, and now that we're old, we can actually use several useful farm tools... If it weren't for the things you made the last two times as a foundation, I wouldn't be able to hide my tears today."

Jiang Shun continued, "Me too. Once we make a few more plows, next year's wheat harvest will definitely be better."