It is very busy during the wheat harvest, and there are people busy harvesting wheat everywhere.

Folks used sickles to cut wheat, and the shape of the sickles was not much different from that of later generations.

Li Mengxi did not see any other wheat-cutting tools except the sickle. For example, the robbing tool was very common in the last century. This primitive tool cut a row of wheat with one swing and was five times more efficient than the sickle. It may have been used in the Han Dynasty.

There may be no plunderers, or there may be some, but they are not very popular.

Li Mengxi immediately thought that he could see if this tool could be made.

However, unlike the distiller, although the distiller has a complicated structure, I have seen it many times and even touched it with my own hands when doing biology and chemistry experiments in junior high and high schools.

But as for Lizzi, I have only vaguely seen it on TV a few times. I can’t even remember its specific shape. I only know that it looks like a long-handled crank.

Or maybe, a skimmer is similar to a mine detector.

A mine detector is a stick with an iron ring embedded flat underneath.

Mine detectors look like this.

As for the sweeper, it just replaces the iron ring of the mine detector with a semicircular sickle. Then, the wheat harvester can stand and wave the sweeper close to the ground, cutting a fan-shaped area in one go.

wheat.

Give it a try, if it works.

So, Li Mengxi went to find Zhang Fei.

At that time, Zhang Fei was supervising the work in the field. He held a whip in his hand and stared at the busy farmers in the field. He would see who was lazy and growl with his voice, so that people would not dare to be lazy.

He looks like a wealthy landlord.

Li Mengxi came to explain his intention to Zhang Fei. When Zhang Fei heard this, he said, "We have enough sickle, no need to fight!"

"It's not a sickle!" Li Mengxi hurriedly explained, "It's a sickle that's better than a sickle!"

When Zhang Fei heard this, he was happy. He looked down at Li Mengxi and smiled, "It's easier to use than a sickle, isn't it just a sickle?"

Zhang Fei didn't care much about what Li Mengxi wanted to tinker with.

He called a farmer who was cutting wheat in the field to come over, and Zhang Fei asked the farmer to help him find a blacksmith.

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Under the pavilion, the blacksmith came, and he turned out to be an acquaintance, the same person who helped make the steamer before.

They were all acquaintances, so there was no need to exchange much greetings. Li Mengxi smiled at the blacksmith and invited him to sit down wherever he wanted.

The blacksmith waited uneasily.

Li Mengxi went to find tools, and soon came back with something.

Li Mengxi was carrying a wooden stick and a sickle in his hand.

Explain what is to be done to the blacksmith.

"Look, we just make the sickle blade flat, make it longer, larger, and curved like a crescent moon, and then put it on a long stick, do you understand?"

Li Mengxi said, fearing that the blacksmith would not understand, he drew another sketch on the ground.

The blacksmith understood what Li Mengxi asked him to make and understood its meaning.

There are two key points. One is that the long sickle blade is semicircular like a crescent moon. The second is that the sickle blade is placed flat and used like a broom to sweep on the ground.

The blacksmith nodded and said, I understand.

"Okay, how much is the salary? I'll pay you first?" Li Mengxi said and asked to pay.

Because he was relatively familiar with Li Mengxi, the blacksmith didn't know what to do and asked directly, "Are you just contracting the work, or are you contracting the work and materials?" the blacksmith asked.

The contract for labor and materials is that Li Mengxi needs to provide iron, and the blacksmith is responsible for beating the iron into sickles. Li Mengxi only needs to pay the blacksmith some wages.

However, if the work is only contracted, the iron must be provided by the blacksmith himself, and Li Mengxi still has to pay for the iron.

As for the iron, we still have to find it, so we can simply save the trouble and just let the blacksmith do it all.

The blacksmith got the money and left in a hurry, saying that he would finish the work in two days at the latest.

The wages given by Li Mengxi were always sufficient. During this period, two or three sets of stills were made for Li Mengxi, and the wages given to the craftsmen made a small profit.

Because the remuneration is generous, the craftsmen work meticulously and don't have to worry about quality.

The adults were harvesting wheat, and even the refugees were helping. The half-grown children went to glean ears of wheat. Only the youngest children had nothing to do and were playing in the threshing floor.

The threshing floor is already big enough, but because over the past month, a terrifying number of tens of thousands of refugees have been accommodated, and the number of children among them has also expanded rapidly. The threshing floor is already crowded with children, and it is almost impossible to squeeze them in.

There are many people, and the children are having fun, laughing, chattering, and lively.

Li Mengxi was watching the children playing under the pavilion, when a little man ran over.

Little brother Li Zhuan ran back sweaty and sweaty from playing. Behind him, there was a kid with a runny nose, a big head, and tattered and dirty clothes.

The younger brother ran directly to the pavilion, picked up the water bag on the stone table and opened it, feeling a huge pain.

But the child, holding a piece of rotten wood and playing with it with his hands, stood timidly at the foot of the stairs, not daring to come up.

Li Mengxi waved to the children, "Come on, come up!" Li Mengxi smiled.

This is another good friend Xiao Zhuan has made.

"Brother, this is Chen Xi." The younger brother took his good friend's hand and introduced his friend to him enthusiastically.

"Chen Xi is my brother!"

The child looked at Li Mengxi timidly and giggled.

"Brother, let's not kill them." His brother's words made Li Mengxi stunned.

"Ah? Who to kill?" Li Mengxi couldn't figure out the situation.

"You mean if you don't kill Chen Xix, you won't hit?" The younger brother held his head high, eyes wide, and a serious look on his face.

"Why should I kill him?" Li Mengxi smiled, raised his hand and hit his brother lightly on the head, "Go and play."

Li Mengxi rushed away.

The two children drank water and ran out to play wildly again.

Li Mengxi recalled why Xiao Zhuan suddenly said something related to murder. It must be because he heard someone discuss related issues.

Thinking about it, it must be the Yellow Turban refugees who were discussing privately, "We don't know if we should kill people or not." The Yellow Turban refugees' eyes were blank, and they had no idea at all.

To this day, the refugees, even if they vote for the rebels, are still worried about their fate and are always afraid of being beheaded by the army.

When the Yellow Turban refugees were discussing this matter, my younger brother Li Zhuan and his good friends happened to be nearby.

Xiao Bian naively believed that someone was going to kill his best friend, and he was extremely worried.

A childish child, Little Brick would always suddenly say something that makes people's hearts tremble.

For example, before he surrendered to Liu Bei, he took Xiao Zhuan among the refugees, and the rebel army chased the Yellow Turbans and defeated them. At that time, Xiao Zhuan was very scared and told him to run away and run far away for fear of being killed.

At such a young age, Xiao Zhuan has seen a lot of killings. His parents were killed. This era is so cruel, so cruel that even a child is used to seeing death.

Do you want to kill someone? Kill that kid from Chen Xi, or kill the Yellow Turbans, behead the heads of the Yellow Turban refugees for military glory, why do you want to do that?

No need!

The temples of the Han Dynasty can no longer clearly distinguish merit and rewards. Merits are of little use, and military achievements are also of little use.

Furthermore, manpower is also wealth, and you should never kill the goose to obtain the eggs.
Chapter completed!