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As the saying goes, people are in good spirits when they are happy, these days, except for Zi Baifeng's occasional poke out of a disaster to give him a headache, Zijian is getting happier day by day. And in addition, there are more and more aura in the entire Xiayan Village, and the state of the villagers is getting better and better. With Zi Baifeng all day long, he has received a lot of spiritual energy, so it's no wonder that his mental state is not good.

Daddy is only in his early thirties, alas, not old at all. Zi Baifeng realized this again, his own father, this is also decisively talented! Hey, in his early thirties, dare to ask this fashionable young man who is handsome and handsome, with white sideburns, who are you, big brother, are you really my father? This is not scientific at all!

In this unreal feeling, Zi Baifeng found that the address had been chosen, the foundation had been laid, the piles had been buried, the grinding disc had been transported, the beams had gone up, the four walls had been raised, the shelves had been erected, and even the waterwheel had been worked by his father all night and done.

In just four or five days, it was completed...... Finished?

Although there are more magical demon raising techniques, Zi Baifeng is still shocked by the efficiency of the villagers.

This small mountain village, which has been silent for a long time, broke out with a surprising cohesion in the face of sudden development, the water wheel of the mill was officially launched, which was the last step of the whole process, all kinds of pipe fittings were connected, and a dozen or so sturdy young men carried the water wheel that had been assembled into the water, with the help of some equipment, under the loud command of Yan Lao Wu, who hurried back, the three-person high water wheel was firmly stuck on the shelf fixed by the wooden stakes that were driven deep into the ground.

At that moment, the entire Xiayan Village was ten thousand people, no, hundreds of people were empty, and even the people who went into the mountains to look for jade postponed the time to set off, just to see this scene.

"Master Xiucai, you come!" Yan Lao Wu stood in front of the hydraulic mill and pointed to a wooden wrench.

"I'm coming?"

"Master Xiucai, come on, come on!" everyone shouted.

Zi Baifeng looked left and right, and suddenly became a little nervous.

This water-powered mill designed by himself, although it has undergone some improvements by Daddy and Shi San, ...... But it won't be unsuccessful, it won't break off after a few turns, it won't collapse all at once......!

Zi Baifeng walked nervously with the same hands and feet, and in the midst of everyone's laughter, someone shouted: "Master Xiucai, you can't do it, no, I'll come!"

This shout immediately caused everyone to laugh.

Zi Baifeng walked in front of Yan Lao Wu, and under Yan Lao Wu's encouraging gaze, he grabbed the wooden wrench and pulled it down, but he didn't pull it.

The crowd laughed again.

"Push hard. Daddy laughed beside him.

Zi Baifeng exerted his strength to eat, and the strength of his whole body fell up, with a crisp click, Zi Baifeng thought that the wooden handle in his hand was broken, who knew that the wooden connector came down and stuck with the wooden teeth of the grinding disc and the water wheel.

The gurgling stream flowed down the mountain, and here it turned into a turbulent current, and the current drove the water wheel, and with a slight creak, the thick connecting rod twisted, and then the force acting on the man-thick wooden pole was transmitted to the stone mill, and then the stone mill began to turn!

At first, it just rotated slowly, and then it immediately became faster, and finally began to rotate at a constant speed of about two seconds per week.

"Wow!" The windows of the water mill had not yet been installed, and the four sides were wide open, and when the villagers saw the mill turning, it was as if they had seen the most amazing thing in the world: "Turn, turn, turn!"

Yan Lao Wu's eyes were full of excitement, he handed over a long spoon, the long spoon contained a handful of wheat grains, and said to Zi Baifeng: "Master Xiucai, you are still here!"

"Or me?" Zi Baifeng felt that he had made too much of a splash today, and this would not be a short life.

"Of course it's you, it's your credit. Yan Lao Wu rarely used honorifics to Zi Baifeng, and the old man was also excited at this time.

More than 30 years ago, when Yan Lao Wu had not yet become a clan elder, he had thought of building a mill, but where was the strength in the village at that time? They couldn't even guarantee food and clothing.

If it is manual grinding, the efficiency is not much higher than that of the stone mortar, and it is thankless to spend this effort.

Zi Baifeng took the long spoon, and the small stone jumped out from the side, jumping to his feet in a hurry: "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Zi Baifeng smiled, rubbed the head of the little stone green skin dotingly, and said, "Okay, you come." ”

Zi Baifeng held the small stone, and the small stone held a long spoon and poured a grain of wheat into the grinding eye.

When the wheat entered the grinding eye, the stone mill sounded a burst of fine crushing sounds, like spring silkworms eating, like fine grass sprouting, it was full of vitality, just listening, it made people feel happy.

There was silence for a while, only the sound of the creaking waterwheel turning and the murmuring of the water.

In less than a minute, fine, snow-white noodles began to flow out of the mouth below. This first bowl of white noodles was picked with bran, so the snow white was not mixed with other colors, in the eyes of the villagers, it was whiter than snow, whiter than silver, and whiter than Yan Laowu's hair.

Yan Lao Wu picked up the bowl placed at the exit with both hands, and looked at the snow-white flour, both hands were trembling.

This is not just a bowl of fine white noodles, this is also a new spiritual sustenance, an indescribable sense of achievement and melancholy.

Until five minutes later, there was no more white flour flowing out, Yan Lao Wu held the bowl in his hand to his chest, his beard trembled twice, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The old man was in tears.

The boy doesn't flick his tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place? No, he just hasn't reached the happy place.

Ancestors......

Xia Yan Village, it's going to be revived again, I, Yan Lao Wu, am not ashamed of my ancestors......

"Grandpa, do you want to take water and noodles?" There was a little guy who didn't know what to do in the back, and the old man's tears were dripping down the bowl, and the muddy old tears wet the white noodles, and the old man didn't seem to hear it, just stared at the bowl of noodles blankly.

This bowl of noodles should be offered in front of the ancestors' offering table; this bowl of noodles is a gift that is better than the younger students in the village who are admitted to the academy; this bowl of noodles is the bright future of the village!

Seeing that the old man was still immersed in his thoughts, Zi Baifeng coughed and said, "Everyone, now our mill in Xiayan Village is officially available, and those who need to grind noodles can come and queue up." ”

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Immediately, the impatient offspring was about to step forward, and they were all carrying bags one by one, planning to grind the noodles.

"Don't worry!" Yan Lao Wu had already sobered up from his thoughts at this time, shouted, and said, "Xiucailang, you come first!"

"Dad?" Zi Baifeng hesitated.

Zijian was not hypocritical, he smiled and said, "I'll try first." ”

He brought a small bag of wheat and poured the grain into an inverted triangular funnel-like container above the millstone, and suddenly the wheat grains were sprinkled from the container at a uniform speed, and Zijian adjusted a small wooden board under the container, and the leaking wheat grains were a little slower, like a stream of water, continuous. While doing it, Zijian also explained.

The people began to stare again and listen with their ears pricked up, as if they never got tired of seeing and listening. The water mill was nothing unusual to Zi Baifeng—of course, he hadn't seen anything in kind—but for most of the people in the village, it was the first time they had seen it, and they just thought that everything was magical, and the trickle of wheat grains could cause bursts of exclamations.

Then, the slender white flour flowed out from under the mill, only a little different from the previous one, this time like a trickle. But there is some bran mixed in with these white noodles, and if you have to go back and sift them again, they will be like rocks that are exposed beyond the snow after the first snowfall.

Zijian put the bag of wheat underneath and continued, trickling endlessly, slowly accumulating into a small pile at the bottom of the bag, then spreading a layer, and then filling half the bag.

"So fast, so fast!" everyone exclaimed, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the small bag of noodles had been grinded.

"It's so fast!" The villagers suddenly began to get excited again, and Zi Baifeng had to stand up to maintain order: "Don't worry, don't worry, this grinding disc belongs to Shi Sanbo, let Shi Sanbo fight first!"

Everyone had no objections, and then Shi San stepped forward.

"Uncle Yan has also made a lot of efforts, Uncle Yan, come here!"

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry!" Yan Dalian waved his hand repeatedly, he pushed the old tuozi beside him, "Let the old tuozi come first, he has to hurry up to the mountains to find jade!"

This good-natured joke made everyone laugh instantly.

The old man walked forward with a bag, and Zi Baifeng peeked at it, and finally it was not the one that was changed with his trouser leg.

Xiao Tuozi followed closely to the old Tuozi, looked at the mill, and then looked at Zi Baifeng, his eyes were shining, full of worship.

The little stone went over and pulled him, and the two of them ran around the mill, screaming and jumping.

On this day, it was like a festival, the villagers lined up to grind noodles, and they were not in a hurry to leave after grinding, but stayed there to continue watching, and it seemed that they never got tired of watching it.

Zi Baifeng loudly explained the rules for the use of stone grinding, such as pushing the wooden pole up after the last grinding, if the water flow is too rapid after heavy rain, it is best not to use it, and everyone only agrees.

On this day, every household ate the fine white noodles, and the sound of stone mortar noodles that rang non-stop in every household on weekdays finally disappeared.

In the next few days, at the beginning, there was still a queue, and then the villagers roughly figured out the rules, each looking for a time to get together, if it arrived at the same time, they chatted and grinded noodles together, anyway, there was not much time.

After a few more days, an incident happened that made the old man angry.

With the convenience of the mill, the villagers thought carefully, and they carried the ground noodles to Mengcheng to sell, and then carried back the grain to grind the noodles. Now it is summer, fine white noodles can only be placed for ten days and twenty days will be broken, there is no hoarding in various places, so the fine white noodles on the market are sought-after goods, back and forth, can make a difference of thirty or forty percent, or even forty or fifty.

In this big fart place in Xiayan Village, what can be hidden from others? But after two reversions, the matter spread, and soon reached the ears of the old man.