"Xianggong, let's build a house on the edge of our mountain, and then we will develop the surrounding area and plant some flowers and fruit trees, which can be regarded as a paradise for me and you." Said quietly.

"Hmm." Xiao Changyi hugged his quiet hand and tightened it again.

"So are we going to build the house first or do we build the furniture first?"

"Let's get rice first, there's not much rice at home."

The first sound of rice, that is, the process of hulling the beaten rice, the husk that comes out is the rice bran, and the remaining rice grains are white rice.

Quietly listening to Xiao Changyi's words, I remembered that there was indeed not much rice at home, and it was time to cook rice first.

Last time, he bought fifty catties of polished rice, and he has been eating it for a month, and in order to replenish his physical strength in the past few days, the two of them have the strength to work, and the meals are all rice, which makes the rice consume faster.

It's just that the tools for rice making here are too backward and can't be compared with modern rice mills.

The rice is placed in the stone mortar, and the rice is smashed with a mortar and pestle to smash the rice in the stone mortar and the rice bran is smashed.

It's a bit like a pot.

It is also time-consuming and labor-intensive, and one person can't smash much rice in a day, so it's no wonder that rice is so expensive here.

Her grandfather's countryside was also backward, but the tool used to make rice was a stone mill, which was much faster than this stone mortar and mortar pestle to grind rice!

However, if you want to grind stones, you have to find hard stones, and you have to polish the stones, she and her husband should not be able to do this work, and there don't seem to be stonemasons in these sixteen towns, so she won't have the idea of grinding stones for the time being.

By the way, there is a discarded grain n in her grandfather's barn, and the second sound, which is also used for rice, is slower than stone grinding, but it is clear that it saves time and effort than mortar pestles.

At the beginning, her grandfather didn't have any toys for her to play with, so she took the grain apart and played, and then her grandfather found out, because his grandfather had feelings for this grain, and this grain had been with her grandfather for most of his life.

And while her grandfather was assembling it, she was watching from the side. Of course, it is inevitable to listen to her grandfather talk about how hard her great-grandfather's generation was.

It's just that it took some time to make this grain long, because she didn't remember some places very clearly, and she had to explore, and it was estimated that when her family finished eating the remaining little rice, she didn't find out the grain long.

Thinking like this, the silence thought of stepping on the mill again, the fourth sound.

The treadmill is wooden, with a pit at one end of the long log at the bottom, where the grain to be processed is placed, and a hammer is installed at one end of the long wooden arm on the top, and the person steps on the other end to make the hammer pound the grain and remove the husk.

It's a lot easier to do.

As soon as he thought of this, Quiet's eyes immediately lit up: "Xianggong, let's make a stepping mill, it's too slow and tiring to use a stone mortar, stepping on the rice is stepped on with your feet, a little faster than the stone mortar, and the most important thing is that it is much easier than the stone mortar." The grain is faster than stepping on the rice, but that is a bit complicated, we can't do it for the time being, and when I figure it out, we'll do it again. If there were a stonemason in the town, we could actually make a stone mill, and we could do it by pulling the stone from oxen without any effort on our part. ”

Stepping on the ground? Grain? Stone grinding?

Xiao Changyi couldn't understand it, but with the previous experience, he knew that when the time came, he would definitely draw a picture to let him see what it was like, so he didn't ask much, but nodded and responded: "Hmm." ”