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Don't underestimate this small mulberry leaf picker, he is likely to bring a vigorous revolution to the mulberry sericulture of the Great Song Dynasty, and the silk production of the Great Song Dynasty may increase exponentially, and millions of laborers can be freed from the land.

The seventeen villagers of Xujia Village will be witnesses to this revolution, of course, the revolution has not yet begun, and it is still a matter of if, if Yang Daguan's design is successful.

The dozens of men, women, and children surrounding him completely ignored how selfish and bad Yang Daguan's behavior of swallowing cooking cakes was and just wanted to quickly find a sapling similar to a mulberry tree to verify this supposedly very magical leaf picker.

But now that winter is approaching and everything is sparse, it is not easy to find a mulberry-like sapling with roots and leaves, so do you have to wait until next spring to try it?

Yang Daguan doesn't care, I'm afraid that all the villagers in Xujia Village will lose sleep for a winter;

It's hard to sleep day and night, it's hard to say whether they can survive until next spring, it's a pity, Xu Er's lady is really good, her voice is very beautiful, if she dies like this, it will be a pity................... Okay, Yang Daguan admits that he is evil again.

"Can't wait! Let's go find it. The gray-bearded old man next door gave an order, and the villagers of Xujia Village, regardless of men, women, and children, all set out, looking for seedlings similar to mulberry trees at the head of the village;

Even the lame old man Xu was dispatched, and he walked with one foot high and one foot low, like a wounded soldier who had just come down from the battlefield;

This made Yang Daguan feel that he was back on the battlefield, he was a general waiting for the scout's return, sitting on the ox cart of Xu Er's family while munching on cooking cakes. A general waiting for the scout's return.

There was also Qing Niang sitting on the ox cart, she was a female staff officer.

She was carefully examining the leaf picker in General Yang's hand. As if talking to himself, he asked, "Brother Yang, is this thing really as good as you say?" ”

"Qing Niang. I call you a lady, you call me big brother, they always look at me weirdly, one or two don't treat me as a good person, I guess they all think I kidnapped my sister and eloped here. General Yang was righteous and strict in guiding his beautiful staff officers.

Qing Niang twisted his arm, and then ran out of the car with a red face, leaving General Yang grinning on the ox cart.

The men, women, and children of Xujia Village are definitely very good scouts, including the lame old man Xu. Half an hour passed, and General Yang even licked the crumbs in his fingers. They haven't found a suitable sapling yet.

General Yang sat bored on the ox cart, the leaf collector in his hand opening and closing, like a wolf cub looking for milk to eat.

Looking at the fat geese of Xu Er's family walking towards the pond from the shade of elms, his saliva flowed, oh my God, that gray-bearded guy commanded blindly, everyone went to be scouts, and he didn't leave a cooking class, this is going to starve General Ben!

"Qing Niang. Are you hungry? General Yang asked his beautiful staff officer weakly.

"Hehe, didn't Brother Yang just eat a cookcake?"

"Qing Niang, the cooking cakes you made are so delicious, but they are made smaller."

"Small? Aren't all the cooking cakes sold on the street so big? ”

"People on the street sell more money to save costs. So try to make it smaller, do you also want to sell cooking cakes on the street? General Yang probed without a trace, and did not inquire about this question clearly. He's afraid he won't survive this winter.

"Brother Yang is talking nonsense again, how can I go and sell cooking cakes? It's just that I saw that the street was selling so big. I just made it so big, so I'll make it bigger next time. ”

"Okay. Qing Niang has to make it bigger, and then bigger, the cooking cakes you make are too delicious, and it won't be enjoyable to eat if you don't make them bigger. ”

"It's delicious, does Brother Yang really think it's delicious?" The beautiful staff officer was pleasantly surprised, as if she didn't realize that General Yang was tricking her words.

"Of course, didn't you see how many times I licked between my fingers just now? Qing Niang, how did you come up with the idea of making cooking cakes? Who did you learn the secret recipe from? ”

"There is no secret recipe, I just learned it from our cook, and the others are cut and fried, I can't learn it for a while, so I will learn to make this first."

"These are rough jobs done by subordinates, why are you going to learn them?"

"I'm going to learn, it's not the same as before, I'm ............."

Qing Niang didn't continue, but Yang Yi suddenly understood something, and two lines of poetry came to mind: Ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and now I will make soup for you.

Qing Niang thought that she was married and should learn to cook, she didn't understand anything, so she started from the simplest learning.......... imagining Qing Niang's hard work, Yang Yi couldn't help licking her fingers again, as if her fingers were still stained with the end of cooking cakes.

"Ah, found it, found ........."

Amid the shouts and shouts of the villagers, Xu Er quickly ran back: "Yang Daguan .........."

Well, except for the previous title, Yang Yi couldn't hear what he was saying behind at all, was he so excited to find a sapling? It can't be that last night's exercise caused confusion! Yang Daguan guessed evilly.

When he followed Xu Er to the other side of the big pond, all the men, women and children of Xujia Village had gathered here, guarding a half-human-high plant like a treasure, the branches of the plant were as thick as fingers, and the leaves were smaller than mulberry leaves, and they had turned yellow.

Yang Yi asked, but no one got the name of this baby.

In order to get lucky, Yang Daguan decided to call it "Sister Feng Tree", and this decision was supported by all the villagers, who said that the name was good and auspicious.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Daguan pinched Sister Feng's head with his left hand, and the leaf picker on his right hand opened and closed, clamped Sister Feng's neck, and pulled it down briskly, and with a bang, Sister Feng's clothes were stripped naked by him.............

The villagers were very puzzled, they didn't care about Sister Feng's nakedness, they only cared about Sister Feng's clothes, and they said one after another: "Four leaves have fallen." ”

"I've just counted, and there's eleven leaves in all."

"Four of these eleven leaves have fallen, and you have to pick them up slowly when you pick mulberries."

"That's pretty good, it's better than picking it piece by piece with your fingers."

"Not necessarily, you have to bend down and pick up one by one, but I'm afraid it's better to pick it up quickly by hand."

“………………”

Yang Daguanren's right hand opened and closed, took the leaf picker off the branch of the plant, and then looked carefully, there were seven leaves pierced on the leaf picker by an iron nail, and the seven leaves could be withdrawn from the nail by holding the leaf tail with his hand and gently pulling.

As the villagers said, four of the eleven leaves have fallen, and if you really use this leaf picker to pick mulberry leaves, you have to bend down and pick them one by one, otherwise it will cause a great waste, but picking up four leaves in the mulberry bush will be more troublesome than the traditional way of picking them by hand.

That is, the revolution did not succeed, at least not completely.

Failure is the mother of success, and Yang Yi carefully summarizes the reasons for failure so that he can find ways to improve.

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PS: Code words every day, stay at home, in addition to looking for information, basically have no time to browse other web pages, so today I saw the news that the starting point writer "Ten Years of Snow Fall" died suddenly due to excessive fatigue.

Haoyuan himself is also a street writer, and after reading this news, he couldn't help but feel a kind of sadness that hurt his kind and the rabbit died and the fox died......

May the departed rest in peace!.

(To be continued.) )