While drinking a little wine, the time slipped away unconsciously.

"It's not too early, let's finish it early. Let's not leave tonight, if we don't leave at night, let's drink again at night" Gu Siwei paid attention to the time, and felt that it was time to end this drink.

It's not that he doesn't want to drink with Song Rui, but because he still has to install the machine, and the villagers are all looking forward to the machine moving, how could he postpone this matter because of drinking with others.

Song Rui also ate well, and when he heard the words, he said, "Okay, then let's take it." I won't stay here tonight, and I'll have time to live in the future, so what's the rush now. By the way, what are you going to do? ”

Gu Siwei said: "Install the machine, don't you see a machine for grinding noodles over there?"

Song Rui smiled when he heard this: "That's right, I'll visit Captain Yang of your team and tell him the news, I will need his help in the future."

Gu Siwei smiled and nodded, so the two men stood up and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Seeing that Hu Yanqiu was about to come over, Song Rui hurriedly said: "Brother and sister, don't move, I'm really embarrassed if you come over, let's take it soon."

It was indeed very fast, and the two of them packed up the plate after dividing it by two, and the rest of the dishes could be put on a plate, and the ones that could not be loaded had to be separated.

Song Rui went to wash the dishes, and Gu Siwei wiped the table here.

After packing up, the two of them went to the village together.

When he arrived in the village, Gu Siwei naturally continued to work and installed the installed machine on the iron shelf, while Song Rui pulled Yang Chuanwu aside and muttered.

"Four-dimensional, how can one machine drive two machines?"

At this time, some people watching the excitement raised questions.

Gu Siwei didn't reply, and asked directly: "Who said that you want to bring two machines with you, and you can only bring one at the same time, if you want to bring a second one, then you can change the belt."

The current conditions are limited, Gu Siwei can naturally do better, but he feels that there is no need at all, he didn't even have a donkey cart family, you give him a Daben all at once, how can it work.

Therefore, now the diesel engine has to be placed in the middle of the iron shelf, with a flour grinder at one end and a shelling machine at the other end.

The diesel engine and the mill are connected by a belt, Gu Siwei didn't toss much, what was it like when he was in Hong Kong City, what is it still like now, even the belt, Gu Siwei feels that it can still be used and has not been replaced with a new one, it is directly the old belt, because this is like a second-hand goods poured from other people's hands.

"Need to change your belt?"

Another villager laughed: "If you can come up with one of these machines, then you don't have to change the belt every time."

The person who said this was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't reply to it, because it was the elders of the village who scolded him, and he could only bear it.

At this moment, Gu Siwei can't care about these people, he is now concentrating on the machine.

The original shelves are all designed, Gu Siwei now only needs to fix the diesel engine and other machines in place, but it is not so easy to fix them in place, these three are not small machines, and it is not possible to move one or two of them, so they have to organize young people to lift or move.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of manpower in the village, and as soon as Gu Siwei greets him, there are more people.

The machine must not be placed in the yard of Yang Chuanwu's house, otherwise their family will not live in it, and they will listen to the sound of diesel engines all day long.

Fortunately, there are still some old houses in the village, although they are a little broken, although they leak or something, it is definitely not good to use them to live in people, but there is no big problem with placing machines.

So in the end, the machine was installed in the center of the village, as for why it was installed here, Gu Siwei didn't know and didn't want to ask, anyway, where An was didn't have much to do with him, even if he came to grind noodles, it was nothing more than a matter of walking a few more steps to the waterway.

Moved the machine to the house, first put down the angle steel shelf, then installed the mill or something at both ends, and finally installed the diesel engine.

Gu Siwei's wrench unscrewed the last force on the last screw.

"That's it!"

After Gu Siwei finished speaking, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Brother Jiandong, you start the machine and take a look."

Gu Siwei stood up from the ground and motioned to Luan Jiandong to beat the machine first.

Luan Jiandong immediately hummed when he heard this, and then took out the crank of the diesel engine.

Gu Siwei looked at him, and when he inserted the rocker in, he stopped him out loud, and he didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled.

"Brother Jiandong, first turn on the switch of the fuel tank, and drain the air in the oil circuit, have you forgotten yesterday's steps?" Sun Laiya immediately reminded when he saw it.

Luan Jiandong suddenly realized and smiled awkwardly: "I forgot about this."

After checking it according to the teaching, all the steps were ready, Luan Jiandong looked at Gu Siwei again, and when he saw Gu Siwei giving him a thumbs up, he knew that he had not made a mistake this time.

Holding the crank in his hand, so that the crank and the start hole were bad, and at the same time, he held down the pressure reducer, and Luan Jiandong shook it vigorously.

As Luan Jiandong's arm turned faster and faster, the diesel engine also made a sudden sound from light to heavy, and finally the sudden sound became habitual, and the machine started.

After controlling the fuel inlet wrench, the sound of the diesel engine began to follow the fuel intake.

"Okay?"

Guo Xiangping, who was in the crowd, saw that the diesel engine was spinning, and even the flour grinding machine was also spinning, so he asked Gu Siwei loudly.

"That's it! Come to Asia, pour the flour next to it and see how the flour goes."

The sound of the diesel engine is quite sufficient. Now at a distance of five or six meters, if people don't make a little noise, they can hardly hear what others are saying.

"Whose wheat, I said I grabbed the first one," Guo Xiangping said with a smile.

Sun Laiya listened, originally he was going to get the bag of wheat, but now when he heard Guo Xiangping say this, he said: "Grandpa Pingsi, if you want to grab this first name, then I will let you."

Guo Xiangping smiled: "Your family? ”

Sun Laiya said: "It's not my family, it's Uncle Wu's family, but if you're in a hurry, you should go first."

"Forget it, let's let him come first" Guo Xiangping originally said.

said that this stubble tried to make money on the machine, but Guo Xiangping still didn't have any score in his heart, thinking that if something happened, wouldn't his face be a waste.

Gu Siwei listened, looked at Guo Xiangping and smiled, Gu Siwei understood the old man's mood, the old saying is both that and that, although the words are ugly, but it shows what Guo Xiangping, or some villagers think.

Try the machine today, the first one is free, as soon as I heard that it was free, naturally some people came with their own food, but now when it is time to really use it, these people have retreated, and at this time they began to worry about what to do if the machine does not work and waste their own food.

Gu Siwei didn't laugh at the villagers or anything, their lives were hard, and they were very careful with all the food, which was also human nature.

Seeing that Guo Xiangping had retreated, Sun Laiya picked up the bag again, untied the mouth of the bag, and carried it directly to the feeding bucket, and poured more than ten catties of wheat into the feeding bucket with both hands.

Put the wheat into the square bucket, Sun Laiya controlled the discharge pin under the feed square bucket, and adjusted the amount of feed that could be adjusted.

At this moment, a long cloth tube dragged to the ground has been installed on the flour outlet of the mill, and the flour will come out of this cloth tube.

The bobbin leads to a bucket, and on the other side of the mill, there is a bucket, which is used to hold the bran.

Sun Laiya was a little nervous, adjusting the feed little by little.

This made Gu Siwei next to him look a little unbearable, and walked over directly, and immediately pulled the feed port to half the size.

"This little bit of release has ground the wheat into air, and the courage is magnified," Gu Siwei said.

Sun Laiya smiled, subconsciously put a slightly wet palm on his clothes and rubbed it twice, and then continued to look at the mill.

At first, I didn't see the flour, and some bran crumbs first bleached out of the bran, and gradually there were more and more of them.

"It's powdery!"

After a while, Luan Jiandong reached out and tried the cloth bag placed in another bucket, and felt the weight in the cloth bag, obviously flour.

"Pour it out and see," Gu Siwei said.

When Luan Jiandong heard this, he directly pulled the mouth of the cloth bag and carefully poured out the flour in it.

"Look! It's so white! ”

Luan Jiandong said as he dipped his finger in a little flour and rubbed it on his fingers.

The villagers naturally gathered around at this moment, and the old people were in the innermost, and they all stretched out their hands to try the flour grinded, and everyone praised the whiteness of the flour.

Guo Xiangping also deliberately went over to take a look at the bran.

"Four-dimensional, can this not be so white? It's a bit too much of this bran, too. A lot of powder is wasted. When I grind, don't be so white, black is good."

Hearing Guo Xiangping say this, everyone spoke one after another.

Gu Siwei gestured to Sun Laiya, and Sun Laiya sealed the inlet, slapped all the flour that had just been machined out of the cloth tube, and put it aside.

Then the mill was adjusted, and the feed was opened again.

After a while, the powder that came out was obviously much darker than the previous stubble, and the particles were also a little larger.

"This is too much," Guo Xiangping said, taking a look at it.

"Then we have to grind it again" Sun Laiya glanced at Gu Siwei, which obviously had no score in his heart.

Gu Siwei has a spectrum?

In fact, he has an egg spectrum, and if he doesn't do it, he is rich, and if he breaks it, it's a big deal to lose a bag of noodles to others, which is a big deal for him.

Seeing that Gu Siwei nodded, Sun Laiya continued to follow the method he had learned, poured the black powder from the stubble into the inlet, and did it again.

The powder that will come back is whiter than just now, but it is still not as white as the powder that came out of the stubble.

"That's fine" Guo Xiangping looked at it and was very satisfied with this kind of flour.

A group of villagers stretched out their heads to look at the flour in the bucket, and they all said that this kind of flour is very good.

There is no problem with grinding noodles, there is no problem with grinding rice, Gu Siwei's machine is in place, and Gu Siwei is still a little complacent about this.

(End of chapter)