The house is ancient, and was taken home by a rough man and spoiled

Chapter 243 Discussing Water Mill with Auntie

He Xiliang was also locked outside the door. He looked at Su Wanwan embarrassedly, not daring to look any further, and turned and left.

Shen Su didn't care about him, and he couldn't do anything about it, so he immediately went to meet his sister-in-law and go to his home.

When we arrived at Old Shen's house, Zhang Cuihua was working with sweet potato leaves, Shen Heng was sitting on a stool twisting ropes, and no one else was at home.

Su Wanwan knew that some of them were weeding in the fields, some had gone to help in the workshop, so Zhang Cuihua was left at home to take care of Shen Heng.

"I heard you guys talking outside at home. Is there a quarrel next door again?"

Zhang Cuihua immediately went over to greet him.

Shen Su had already put the backpack on the ground.

"That's right. Auntie doesn't agree with Brother Xiliang marrying Zhao Yuanyuan. Brother Xiliang is shouting that he wants to move out and live on his own."

Shen Su responded.

Zhang Cuihua was also stunned:

"Look, what's the point of raising a son? Just because you don't agree with him marrying that girl, you abandon me and want to divide the family. Really? From what I see, that Miss Zhao is not a good choice either. Don't disbelieve in our old judgment..."

Before Zhang Cuihua finished speaking, Shen Su curled his lips and started to sabotage her:

"Come on, mother, you didn't fancy my second sister-in-law at the beginning. You have such poor taste..."

Zhang Cuihua threw a handful of sweet potato leaves directly at Shen Su's head:

"How dare you, you little bastard, to tell lies about your mother!"

Well, her vision was not good. I don’t know why she fell in love with Sun Ye Zi in the first place. Fortunately, they are divorced now. Since Sun Ye Zi left, the family has become much more harmonious.

Su Wanwan glanced at Shen Heng and saw that he heard them talking about Sun Ye Zi, but Shen Heng seemed not to hear it and there was no expression on his face.

In ancient times, many marriages were arranged by parents and matchmakers, and it was the same for Shen Heng. She always felt that he had no feelings for Sun Ye Zi.

It's just that the man in the Shen family has a strong sense of responsibility, and he has fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband to Sun Ye Zi, but he still ended up divorcing his wife.

Zhang Cuihua also looked at Shen Heng. This son has become more and more silent since he divorced his wife, and he barely says a few words a day.

"Second brother, you are still young. When your leg is healed, you can still..."

Zhang Cuihua felt sorry for her son, but a man cannot be without a wife, especially with two children.

Unexpectedly, just after bringing up this topic, Shen Heng suddenly spoke:

"Mom, I won't get married. The children are all grown up. I will raise them by myself."

His look was resolute, which made Zhang Cuihua feel even more distressed.

He wanted to say something but was stopped by Su Wanwan.

"Aunt, look what I brought you."

Su Wanwan pulled Zhang Cuihua to the backpack.

As expected, Zhang Cuihua stopped talking about those things and looked at the backpack. Even Shen Su squatted over.

"This is......"

The yellow flour has a special fragrance.

"This is cornmeal. We still have some left over, so we asked Shen Yuan to grind it into flour a few days ago. This bag is fine flour, and this bag is coarse flour. The coarse flour can be boiled into porridge and drunk, and the fine flour can be mixed with some white flour to make steamed bread or noodles."

Zhang Cuihua grabbed some coarse flour, and the coarse particles vaguely looked like ground corn kernels.

"These are all good things, Wanwan, you should keep them for yourself. Why did you send so many?"

Zhang Cuihua felt a little embarrassed.

Shen Yuan's family really sends all the good things here, and she always feels indebted.

"Take it. There is still more than a month before the autumn harvest. There are many children at home. Don't be reluctant to eat it."

Su Wanwan naturally would not take it back, so Zhang Cuihua had no choice but to accept it.

"Not that long. The sweet potatoes were planted early, so they can be harvested in about 20 days. People in our village are all waiting for it."

Zhang Cuihua felt relaxed when she thought of the sweet potatoes in the field.

"Well, after the sweet potatoes are harvested and then the autumn harvest comes, this disaster will be truly over. By the way, are Fengnian and Datao both okay? Why haven't I seen them?"

Su Wanwan looked around but didn't see the children.

"Well, thanks to your medicine, it really works. Fengshou took them to the mountain to dig vegetables. There is no shortage of water in the mountain. Recently, wild vegetables and mushrooms have grown. With these, people in other places can always survive."

When Zhang Cuihua said this, she immediately went into the kitchen, took out a bag and put it in the backpack.

"These are dried mushrooms. Take them back and eat them."

Su Wanwan was not polite. The family was busy and Shen Yuan had to go to the workshop. She and the children sometimes went to dig some fodder at the foot of the mountain, but they had no time to go up the mountain.

Mushrooms are good stuff.

"Aunt, I won't be polite. Take it away. The plague hasn't completely passed yet. We still need to be careful and eliminate mosquitoes everywhere in the yard."

Su Wanwan said something and was about to leave, but just as she reached the door, she remembered that she had important things to do today, so she turned back.

"Look at my memory. I came here this time to discuss something with my aunt."

Shen Su, who was about to leave, also returned. He was also curious about what else his sister-in-law wanted to say.

Zhang Cuihua directly moved a stool over and everyone sat down.

"I went to grind corn flour and found that our stone mill was too slow and laborious. Even if I borrowed an ox to grind the flour, it would cost two copper coins. I had to grind it over and over again for several times before it was ground out. It was time-consuming and laborious."

Zhang Cuihua thought it was something else, but after hearing what she said, she also laughed:

"That's how our ancestors have been grinding flour. Some people don't want to use oxen, so they still rely on human power, which is a bit slow."

Su Wanwan didn't waste any words and said directly:

"These days I have figured out a way to save effort. It's based on the same principle as a waterwheel. It's called a water mill. It doesn't require oxen or people to push it. It's simple and easy."

Su Wanwan did not take the drawings, but simply introduced the principle of the water mill.

The water wheel does not need to be as big as a waterwheel, it can be a little smaller. You can go up the mountain to find wood yourself. You only need to buy a stone mill and make some other accessories. The investment is not that big.

She calculated it and found that it was less than two taels of silver.

Of course, for many farmers, two taels of silver is a huge sum of money.

"Sister-in-law, how come you can think of this? Wouldn't it be much easier to grind flour in the future?"

Shen Su was shocked and felt like a fool. His sister-in-law could even think of the waterwheel thing. The principle was similar to that of a waterwheel. Why didn't they think of using the same principle of a waterwheel for other purposes?

Zhang Cuihua was also stunned, but she didn’t understand. Shouldn’t she go and talk to the head of the village about this matter?

Making a water mill will bring convenience to the whole village.

If Su Wanwan knew what she was thinking, she would also sigh at how simple it was.

I never thought of using this to do business and contribute to the village.

However, Shen Heng, who was silent at the side, suddenly understood something and looked over:

"Does sister-in-law mean to make this water mill herself?"