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Chapter 931: This Drawing

"Jinshu, don't think about it so much, but don't think about it when the time comes, you yourself will collapse, anyway, the soldiers will block the water to cover the earth, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, there will always be a way." Xiao Xiao touched Yun Jinshu's head to comfort her.

Yun Jinshu nodded.

She really didn't have any other way, and the feasibility of the way she came up with was too low, so she simply didn't want to think about it first.

Anyway, now let Yang Ronghua pretend to have tuberculosis, and you can hide the pregnancy for the time being.

"Jinshu, in fact, we don't have to worry so much, life is hope, as long as people are still there, there is still hope. It's a big deal that when Yang Niangzi's pregnancy is really discovered, it won't be good.

Zhou Yanyan was pregnant with Zhao Qiangtie's child, didn't she end up doing anything? The imperial court has always been very tolerant of pregnant women, so let's prepare for the worst, don't worry. ”

"Hmm." Yun Jinshu nodded. For now, that's the only way to go.

In the next few days, Yang Ronghua began to pretend to be tuberculosis and deceived Congzi. Yang Ronghua also didn't want Congzi to know the truth for the time being.

Qin Zhu wanted to come to see Yang Ronghua every day, but he didn't dare to come, and he only dared to watch from a distance every time.

He will be responsible for the child in his and Yang Ronghua's womb, but it doesn't mean that he is willing to admit the child now, after all, Yang Ronghua is a widow.

Yun Jinshu looked at the pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, and only felt distressed for them, but she had no other way but to drag it like this first.

After another two days, the village began to harvest late rice.

Thanks to Chen Huan, they also started to get busy.

They will help the people in the village, and they will work with the people in the village.

And on this day, Xiao Xiao took out a drawing, called all the carpenters in the village, and asked them to make real objects according to the things drawn on the drawings.

Yun Jinshu looked at the drawing and was startled.

Isn't this the machine used by modern people to sort rice before the industrialization of agriculture?

At the end of the twentieth century, this kind of machine was very popular in the countryside, and every farmer had it.

Before there were no threshing machines, the village people threshed the rice on the threshing floor, using oxen and stone mills.

However, not every grain of rice is full, and some of the rice grains are very shriveled and there is no rice in them.

This requires people to separate those that have rice from those that don't.

In ancient times, people generally used a sieve to select, put the threshed rice on the sieve, throw it up by hand, and then blow it with their mouths, or let the wind blow at the tuyere, so that the shriveled rice without rice grains was blown away by the wind, leaving the rice grains full of grains, and then taking them to scoop out the rice grains.

But that's inefficient.

It's not the same with this blower.

The fan has an opening for the rice to go in, and an opening for the rice to slide down. In the middle is something that can be shaken by hand, like a fan, and can shake out the wind.

When you use it, you only need to pour the rice from the inlet, and then blow the wind, and the shriveled rice can be blown away.

Yun Jinshu was terrified when he saw this design.

Although it was different from what she had seen in her previous life, the principle was almost the same.

"Xianggong, who drew this design?" Yun Jinshu asked.

Seeing such a thing in this era, she really felt too ahead of her time, too incredible. 繶䂕N୎ᰠ⩲㩧晎䭜ᴠg끥节ⱻN・17䵑㦍֖ژȰ