klisemfg Chapter 305 The 70s (3)
Chapter 305 The 70s (3)
After breakfast, Wangyou and Xiaohua took the basket and the three harvesters that Wangyou had made overnight.
"Little sister, what's this long thing?"
"Second brother, this is a wheat harvesting machine I made. It's solar-powered, so it's much faster than harvesting by hand," Wangyou said proudly, and then took one out to demonstrate for everyone.
Then, wherever the machine passed, a large swathe of wheat fell down and was neatly stacked to one side.
"Little sister, let me try!" Fifth Brother Qian Xiaowu said impatiently after quickly finishing the porridge in his hand.
"Sure, Fifth Brother, you can use it!" For Wangyou, cutting once is a hobby, but cutting too much will lose its appeal.
"Dad, Mom, this is really useful, and it's not tiring at all!" Qian Xiaowu picked up a machine and started harvesting wheat with lightning speed, much faster than manual harvesting.
"Forget-Me-Not, did you make this?" The captain was also drawn over by the commotion.
"If it wasn't my daughter who made it, was it you?" the old lady said unhappily.
"Sister-in-law, I just have one question: how are these machines made, and how many are there?"
“I have three machines here, and I’m out of materials,” Wangyou said with a smile.
"Then you can use this machine for the brigade, and I'll give you the work points!" the brigade leader said, waving his hand and his eyes shining.
"Okay!" Things are made to be used by people.
The three machines were used in turns by the villagers, and everyone who used them said they were good. Hongxing Village finally managed to store all the grain in the granary before the heavy rain hit.
After questioning Wangyou, the brigade leader took three harvesters to the commune. It was harvest season, and heavy rain could come at any time. He didn't want to lend the machines, but it depended on the situation.
When the people in the commune learned that this thing was made by an eight-year-old girl, they didn't quite believe it. But the thing was indeed useful. When a leader came down to inspect it, he found that the thing could be used for a long time, so he called the brigade leader over to ask him about it.
The captain could only say that it was powered by solar energy, and he couldn't explain anything else.
But the words "solar energy" shocked the leadership. China is so backward now; the use of solar energy is not even common in China, let alone abroad.
After the autumn harvest, the brigade leader went to the commune to retrieve his machine, only to be told that it had been borrowed by the leaders and no one knew when it would be returned. The brigade leader was heartbroken, but he had some education and knew how difficult it was to make that machine; he guessed that the higher-ups had probably taken it for research.
Having lost three machines, the team leader returned to the village with a long face; anyone could tell he was in a bad mood.
As for Wangyou, what is she doing right now? She's out shopping in the back hills with her nephews and nieces. There are so many chestnuts, walnuts, hazelnuts, and pine nuts that everyone is picking them up like crazy.
Of course, gathering medicinal herbs is also an important part of the trip. You see, the Northeast has the most medicinal herbs, but most of them are for treating illnesses and saving lives. There aren't many poisonous ones, but Wangyou doesn't mind them.
"Old Qian's youngest daughter is so beautiful. Even though Aunt Qian was beautiful when she was young, her daughter is just too beautiful!"
"You're right, if I hadn't been the midwife, I wouldn't have believed this girl was from the Qian family."
"This kid is also exceptionally smart. That machine is clearly not something an ordinary person could make. The Qian family must be incredibly lucky."
"You know what, no wonder the Qian family spoils this child so much. If I had a daughter like that, I would spoil her too."
"You, you should just give up. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't give birth to such a beautiful daughter!"
The village women were gossiping, but their hands were moving very quickly.
Wangyou took her nephews and nieces on a wild trip for several days, going up and down mountains and rivers, almost never leaving home.
"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law!"
"Whose child are you?" Wangyou looked at the child, who didn't seem very familiar.
Qian Jinbao was taken aback. Why didn't his aunt recognize him? He wasn't ugly at all. "Auntie, I'm Qian Dali's grandson from the end of the village."
"Oh, what do you want from me?"
"Auntie, so many people have come to your house. The brigade leader told me to call you back right away." Qian Jinbao almost forgot the purpose of his visit.
"Oh." Wangyou nodded, handed one of the wild strawberries in her hand to Qian Jinbao, then slowly finished her own before leading her nephews and nieces home.
"Car!" The children ran even faster when they saw the car.
As soon as Wangyou entered the house, she realized that the person who came to her house was no ordinary person.
"Oh, Auntie, you're finally back! Our washing machine was surrounded by those people," Qian Xiaohua said somewhat nervously.
When Wangyou walked to the backyard, she saw an old man with gray hair circling around the washing machine, staring at the battery as if he wanted to take it apart and examine it.
"Old Zhao, our little sister is back!" Wangyou's parents, brothers, and the brigade leader breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Wangyou finally return.
"Young lady, are you the one who built the harvester?"
Are you referring to those three machines that the brigade leader lent to the commune but never actually got?
The old man felt a pang of guilt. They had taken the thing apart, and then they realized they couldn't put it back together. He felt guilty!
"Those are the three units."
"Did you bring it back this time? It's an important asset for our brigade," Wangyou said very seriously.
"It'll be returned in a few days. By the way, young lady, may I see the drawings you made?" Old Zhao changed the subject rather forcefully.
"Do we need to draw a diagram to make that thing?" Wangyou looked at Old Zhao with a puzzled expression. To her, it was a tiny little thing.
"You didn't draw a diagram?"
"Why do we need to draw? Isn't it something anyone with hands can do?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present looked down at their own hands. Well, if you have hands, you can do it. The two hands next to them probably don't have hands, otherwise why wouldn't they know how?
"Well, at least you've drawn up the blueprints for this washing machine, right?"
"Isn't this something anyone with hands can assemble?" Wangyou said, holding up ten fair and delicate fingers.
"After living all these years, this is the first time I've realized I don't have hands!" a young man said with a laugh, breaking the silence in the room.
"Young lady, may I ask how you learned these things?" Old Zhao continued, suppressing his heart attack.
"You can learn it by reading a book!"
Old Zhao covered his face. Old Zhao wanted to shut himself away. Old Zhao wanted to live somewhere else. He had lived for more than fifty years, and for the first time, he felt like he had no hands or brains.
"Um, grandpa, are you alright?" Wangyou asked with some concern.
"It's nothing, it's just that I'm happy. Come on, let's go inside and talk." Old Zhao, who had lived for decades, quickly calmed down.
The brigade leader knew that what he was about to say was not suitable for them to hear, so he chased all the surrounding commune members away to do their work, and then left with his hands behind his back.
For a time, only the Qian family remained.
The two were left to talk in the main room, while the others went about their business.
After having an in-depth conversation with Wangyou, Old Zhao realized that this girl was truly knowledgeable and had real talent. He realized that true geniuses were terrifying; having a photographic memory was just the most basic thing.