Old man Ye was a cheerful person, and immediately took out twenty-five taels of bills from his arms. This money was originally the money he used to go to the city to buy winter supplies for a family of six, but now it was all used to buy a tricycle.

However, Old Man Ye's family planted sixty acres of dry land, and the year's harvest was exchanged for one hundred and eighty taels of silver, and they could really afford to buy this car.

The shopkeeper of the bicycle shop finally sold a tricycle, smiled happily, and quickly took the banknote.

"Fellow folks, don't worry, we have a warranty on this tricycle. Within five years, no matter where it breaks, we will repair and replace parts free of charge when you bring your car over. ”

Old man Ye laughed, walked to the dozen or so tricycles in the store, and finally picked a black one.

"Black is good, dirt resistant!"

However, Old Man Ye still has to sell grain first. He took the shopkeeper of the grain store back to the shopkeeper of the grain store, and sold the 100 catties of wheat on his dilapidated two-wheeled cart to the shopkeeper of the grain, and got 12 taels of silver. After getting the money to sell grain, Old Man Ye returned to the bicycle shop.

The two-wheeled cart was temporarily stored in the grain farm, and Old Man Ye was going to come and get it next time.

At this time, many people were already trying to ride tricycles, and a businessman who owned a coal shop also paid for one. But after all, there are still many people who watch it, and few people buy it. In the envious eyes of everyone, Old Man Ye stepped on his own tricycle and rode out of the bicycle shop with a pedal.

The tricycle rode fast and steadily, and Old Man Ye stepped on the pedal on the streets of Fanjiazhuang, and suddenly felt indescribably proud.

Where have pedestrians on both sides of the road seen this new form of transportation? One by one, they paid attention to the salute, and even stopped to look. Old man Ye saw an old man looking sideways at his tricycle, looking at it as he walked, and finally hit a few middle school students in front of him carelessly.

When passers-by saw that Old Man Ye was riding so easily and comfortably, and the back of the car seemed to be able to carry goods, they were even more surprised.

Old man Ye rode forward against the wind, feeling very good. For example, it is like the feeling of a young man driving a Mazda on a sparsely trafficked street in the 90s.

The return rate is leveraged.

It was the first time in his life that Old Man Ye had attracted so much attention, and he rode very happily in Fanjiazhuang. He secretly said that the twenty-five taels of silver really did not have white flowers, and he couldn't help but have an excited smile on his face.

"Old man Ye!"

"Old man Ye!"

Riding and riding, Old Man Ye suddenly heard someone calling him. Old man Ye looked at the side of the road, only to find that he had ridden to the mouth of guano alley, where three farmers from the same village were loading guano place.

Two of the three fellow villagers were pushing two-wheeled carts, while Zhang Shi of the Zhang family at the entrance of the village was driving an ox cart.

Old man Ye turned the handle of the tricycle, and the tricycle drew an elegant semicircle on the road and turned to the door of Guano Hutong. With another press of the brake, Old Man Ye stopped the car.

Seeing Old Man Ye's exposed hand, the two fellow villagers who were pushing the cart were amazed and said: "Old Man Ye, you are changing the cigarette pouch for the blow pipe, and the blow pipe for the shotgun, the more you blow, the stronger you get!" ”

Old man Ye patted the handle of the car and said, "My car can hold three hundred catties of goods, and I will make three trips back and forth on your board car." And it is several times faster than a board car, and it can be ridden as fast as a person can run. ”

The two peasants' eyes lit up, they looked at each other, and asked, "How can you be so godly?" Wouldn't that be faster than a rocky ox cart? ”

When Old Man Ye heard this, he laughed.

Zhang Shi was very angry, snorted coldly, and said, "How can this man-pulled cart be as fast as my ox cart?" Old man Ye, don't blow it! ”

Old man Ye looked at Zhang Shi and was happy.

The farmer next to him said, "Stop bickering, it's not easy to know who is fast?" Pack a few bags of guano manure back to the village, and you will know if you run on the road! ”

Zhang Shi proudly raised his head, noncommittal.

Old man Ye laughed and said, "Okay! Compare to see if my tricycle is faster or the ox cart is faster! ”

This guano soil is now very popular in Tianjin, Shandong and Liaodong, and has almost become a must-have for croppers. In the fields where guano is applied, the yield per acre of crops will increase by several percent. The only problem is that guano soil is consumed and farmers are very time-consuming and laborious to transport it back and forth.

Therefore, it is not the selling price that restricts the use of guano soil, but the transportation cost.

Today's agriculture in Tianjin can be said to be a commercial agriculture. Transporting guano to the village and grain to the city involved a lot of transportation problems. When transporting these things, it is a competition for the efficiency of various means of transportation.

Several people immediately entered the alley, and after a while, they brought out more than a dozen bags of guano and loaded them into their cars.

Old man Ye's tricycle was loaded with three bags of guano and weighed 300 catties. Zhang Shi's ox cart was loaded with six bags of cow dung, weighing 600 catties. Old man Ye and Zhang Shi drove the car out of Fanjiazhuang and lined up at the city gate, ready to compete.

The people who went into and out of the city around were originally surprised by the old man's tricycle, and when they saw that the tricycle was going to compete with the ox cart, they all came to watch it.

The village farmer shouted, "Go! ”

Zhang Shi's surface is light and breezy, but he is actually very anxious in his heart. In the past, because of this ox cart, he was respected by his fellow farmers in the village. On weekdays, when his family has something, who in the village doesn't rush to help? For what? Isn't it just to transport grain and bird droppings, so that he can save some labor when transporting bird droppings.

But now Old Man Ye suddenly came out of nowhere and made a tricycle, obviously to rob his business.

Zhang Shi was anxious, and shook the bullwhip violently, slamming it on the scalper's buttocks. The scalper raised his head and shouted, exerting force under his feet.

The ox cart gradually moved, and slowly gained the speed of a man on foot.

Old man Ye looked at the ox cart that had taken the lead and smiled. He pressed his feet, stepped on the pedal of the tricycle and rushed forward. The tricycle soon started moving on the concrete road outside the city, and the faster it was ridden. After riding thirty meters forward, the tricycle had the speed of a human run, and suddenly left the ox cart behind.

The onlookers suddenly burst into exclamations.

Looking at the speed of the tricycle, it is at least three times that of the ox cart. In other words, although Old Man Ye only dragged three hundred catties of goods, the transportation efficiency was one and a half times that of the ox cart.

Moreover, this tricycle does not need cattle, does not need to be fed with beans, does not need to clean up cow dung, does not need shepherd boys to herd cattle, does not need to wipe the cattle every day in spring, does not need to repair the cowshed in winter, and the maintenance cost is far lower than that of ploughing cattle, which can save a lot of silver.

Some of the onlookers were also merchants who did manual work, and when they saw Old Man Ye's tricycle, they all moved their minds and shouted loudly.

Zhang Shi watched Old Man Ye leave in the dust, becoming more and more anxious. He desperately whipped the cow's buttocks, just trying to make the scalper go faster.

However, the stubborn bull was annoyed by Zhang Shi's whipping, and after walking dozens of steps, he actually stopped. No matter how Zhang Shi whipped and urged, the scalper didn't move forward anymore, and he didn't move on the road.

Zhang Shi knew that he couldn't fight cattle anymore, but the result of the competition was so embarrassing. His face was flushed with shame, and he threw away the bullwhip helplessly, and sat motionless on the ox cart with his hands over his face.

Old man Ye rode back, looked at Zhang Shi's predicament, and laughed.

Almost all the passers-by at the gate of the city gathered around, curiously looking at this new type of transport weapon. From time to time, people ask where to buy such tricycles.

A few children next to him jumped up and down, stood under the tricycle and asked, "Grandpa, can we touch your car?" ”

Old man Ye laughed and said, "Touch! Feel free to touch it! ”

Those children curiously touched Old Man Ye's tricycle and said in a childish voice: "Grandpa's car is so powerful!" ”

"Much better than an ox cart!"

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