Li Qiao: "......"

He pushed Li Huang out and closed the courtyard door directly.

Li Liang was fifteen years older than the original body, and Li Huang was thirteen years older than the original body.

When the original body was about to go to a private school to study at the age of six, Li Huang didn't want to support the original body to study, and it happened that he was already married at that time, so he broke up the family.

So Li's father and mother divided the family property into three equal parts, and Li Huang did not suffer a loss at all.

After the separation, Li's father and mother saved money for two years, and then sent the original body to a private school when he was eight years old.

In the ten years that the original book was studying, only Li Liang quietly stuffed the original body with copper plates to eat, and Li Huang never gave the original body a grain of wheat.

Now Li Huang has made such a statement, which is really ridiculous.

Li Qiao finished loosening the soil, locked the courtyard door, and went to the village chief with half a catty of mung bean cake.

The old village chief of Sanliu Village is named Zhuang Fengshou, who is over sixty years old, and it is already dark at this time, and the Zhuang family is having dinner when Li Qiao arrives.

Since he sent fish last time, Zhuang Fengshou's family's attitude towards him has been much better, and when they saw him coming, they beckoned him to sit down and eat together.

Li Qiao waved his hand and sat on the small bench, directly indicating his intention.

After hearing this, Zhuang Fengshou's family was shocked: "You want to teach the method of wheat sickle to the villagers for free?!" ”

Chapter 10 To inherit Li Qiao's love The prodigal son will not change his money

The Zhuang family has a good background, and the total land in the family is 200 acres, which is the landlord's home.

During the wheat harvest season, they have always hired long-term and short-term workers to harvest wheat, but Zhuang Fengshou has always attached great importance to wheat harvest, and Zhuang's family also has to work in the fields.

Therefore, at noon today, Zhuang Fengshou came home from the wheat field and happened to see the scene of Li Liang showing off his wheat sickle.

He also tried it himself.

This wheat sickle requires skill and strength, but compared to a small scythe, it can be called a wheat cutting artifact.

Now, Li Qiao actually wants to teach everyone how to make wheat sickles for free?

"Why?"

Zhuang Fengshou's little grandson Manor was about the same age as Li Qiao, and immediately asked the doubts in his heart for everyone present.

The people of the entire Sanliu Village know that Li Qiao owes dozens of taels of silver in gambling debts, and this wheat sickle is much better than an ordinary sickle, and he will definitely be able to earn a lot of money by making wheat sickles for everyone.

"In fact, the method is very simple, and the crop man will understand it after a few glances."

Li Qiao didn't come to the void, and pointed out the most direct reason.

The whole wheat sickle, the most complex is the large sickle.

But he didn't open a blacksmith's shop, and he was not in charge of this step.

As for the long pole and wooden fence on the sickle, this one is too simple and does not need to find a carpenter, the peasant man can make it himself.

In this world without intellectual property rights, once there are more wheat sickles, then other people will definitely imitate the production, rather than spend money to find him to make it.

Moreover, even if he has to charge, how much is appropriate?

The countrymen are thrifty, and they can't break a penny in half to spend, and the price he wants is low, and he suffers a loss, so he might as well sell fish.

The price he asked for was too high, and the villagers were not only reluctant to pay for it, but also felt that he was cheating people.

The reputation left by the original body is bad enough, so bad that Han Xiaoyan spits on Xingzi and sprays him on his face, he has to be angry, if he pits the villagers again, then he will not be able to stay in the village in the future.

Therefore, the job of making wheat sickles, with low returns and occupying his time, is completely a loss-making business.

It's better to teach the method to everyone for free, so as to earn a good reputation in Sanliu Village.

He didn't want to be pointed at and scolded anymore.

In the future, the people who use the wheat sickle in Sanliu Village, no matter what they think in their hearts, they must give him a good face on their faces.

Otherwise, it will be his turn to turn his face.

Thinking like this, he added: "This method is not worth a few copper plates. And if I do it alone, the speed is too slow, and it will delay everyone from cutting the wheat. ”

"It's better to spread the word, everyone can do it, and the big guy can go to the blacksmith shop to make a sickle himself."

"But you're still at a loss."

After listening to Li Qiao's explanation, Zhuang Fengshou's eyes flashed, and he said like this.

"What to suffer and not to suffer, this is the method I see from miscellaneous books, not my originality."

"Besides, because of my bastards, the whole village was embarrassed before, so I should compensate the village."

Li Qiao said with a smile.

There is nothing new in the countryside on weekdays, so the fact that a gambling house thug came to the village to chop off one of his legs is properly big news, and the nearby villages know about it.

The original body has put a negative label on the village, and now people from other villages mention Sanliu Village, and the first thing that comes to mind is the original body.

He made this wheat sickle, which can be regarded as a change of label for Sanliu Village.

Zhuang Fengshou heard this, and also laughed, as the village head, there was a bastard like Li Qiao in the village before, and his face was gloomy.

Li Qiao said: "However, I am busy catching and selling fish, and I don't have time to teach the villagers in our village one-on-one, I hope you can find a few people, I will teach these people how to make wheat sickles, and then these people will teach the villagers." ”

"This is as it should be, and you can't delay your business."

Zhuang Fengshou nodded.

As Zhang Xiuhua guessed, Li Qiao made two wheat sickles in just a few days, indicating that selling fish is a lucrative job.

You can't delay Li Qiao to sell fish.

"Then take the time to get the big guys together and make an announcement."

"I'll let Xiaoyuan call someone."

Zhuang Fengshou's way of calling people is to let the manor carry a gong around the village, and tell everyone to go to the three willow trees at the entrance of the village, he has something important to announce.

Zhuang Fengshou has been the village chief for decades, but the prestige in the village is very high, and he said that it is a big deal, and it is definitely a big deal.

After the villagers heard the sound of the gong, except for the family that really couldn't leave, most of the people sent someone to the entrance of the village to find out what was the big deal.

One after another, the villagers came to the entrance of the village.

Many people were eating, either holding bowls or steamed buns in their hands, and they were eating while walking.

Zhuang Fengshou saw that people were almost here, so he stood on a table half a meter high with the support of the manor.

Then, with a serious and neutral face, he announced Li Qiao's decision.

"What???"

"Teach everyone for free?"

"Village chief, what you said is true?!"

"And this kind of good thing?"

……

Zhuang Feng's words are like big stones thrown into the water, causing a big wave.

Those who knew what the wheat sickle was were shocked and rejoiced.

I don't know what the wheat sickle is, so I quickly inquire.

For a time, under the willow trees was more lively than in the bazaar.

Zhuang Fengshou was patient, and when everyone was almost talking, he said: "Of course this is true." ”

"How is the wheat sickle, many people have tried it themselves, and this is definitely a good object. If you want to make a wheat sickle, then remember my next words. ”

"Although this method of wheat sickle was seen by Li Qian from the book, but in the final analysis, he made it first, and he taught everyone the method for free, so in the future, in addition to the Li family, all the people who use wheat sickle in our village will accept his love!"

Li Qiao: "......"

A smile flashed in his eyes.

This old village chief really understands people.

When the others listened, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they all agreed with Zhuang Fengshou's words.

Although Li Qiao was a bastard before, he didn't let these fellow villagers have any actual losses, but now Li Qiao made a wheat sickle to make them benefit, and they really have to thank Li Qiao.

"As for the Li family, Li Qiao made a wheat sickle, which is enough to earn back the face of the Li family. The prodigal son will not change his money, you are a family, it is time to change your attitude towards Li Qiao. ”

Zhuang Fengshou said earnestly.

Li Dashan was here, and when he heard this, he sighed: "Don't worry, the village chief, my mother is also a knife mouth, and after she got the wheat sickle today, she has never counted the uncle." ”

"Your mother is sensible."

Zhuang Fengshou praised it.

Wang Guihua saw that Li Qiao was always dancing with her teeth and claws, but she still paid off her gambling debts to Li Qiao, and it was not until Li Qiao threw food that she really stopped caring about Li Qiao's food.

As a sister-in-law, it is already possible to do this.

But it happened that Li Huang was also here, and he was dissatisfied: "Village chief, what did Li Qian do to the Li family in the past!" If he wants us to change his attitude, then he must at least give each of us a wheat sickle. ”

When Zhuang Fengshou heard this, his face suddenly sank: "Did you give him silver or give him food?" Don't be blind to the villagers, he is a family of Li Liang! ”

"A wheat sickle costs five hundred and ten wen, you want to be in vain, go and dream about it!"

"That's it, Li Xiao, you have separated from Li Qiao early, Li Qiao has never eaten your drink."

Zhang Xiuhua stood up and strongly supported Zhuang Fengshou's words.

The other villagers were also a little overwhelmed, Li Huang's request was excessive, a wheat sickle was 510 Wen, there were so many people in the Li family, where did Li Qiao get so much silver.

For a while, everyone under the willow tree condemned Li Huang, and Li Huang's face was flushed, but he couldn't refute it.

Tao Zhu stood at the back of the crowd, listening to these words, his lips pursed tightly, so as not to laugh out loud.

Deserve.

Zhuang Fengshou saw that everyone was almost there, so he waved his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.