Chapter 30 Imagination

 But he didn't think of letting the county government know so early. At least he had to wait until they had finished collecting their area.

He had already asked a few half-grown boys to keep an eye on the village entrance, but there was no sign of them coming! Could it be that they came through from the next village?

It was an oversight.

Jiang Yipei was a little annoyed in his heart, but he didn't show any dislike on his face. His expression could even be described as cold. He raised his hand indifferently, as if to tell the two of them not to be polite: "I am no longer serving in the court. You two don't have to call me sir."

Then he introduced: "This... is for harvesting rice."

There is no other explanation, and no other explanation.

The two yamen runners secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine as long as it's not military supplies, no matter what it is!

Wait, what did Lord Jiang just say, this thing can harvest rice?!

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but circle around the harvester.

The more I watch, the more frightened I become.

The harvesting table had already retracted the unfolded part, but the remaining exposed steel wire harvesting table reflected a dazzling cold light in the sunlight.

Wang, the yamen servant, for some unknown reason reached out and touched it, but the cold temperature and the surprise in his heart made him unable to help but let go of his hand.

this...

What a piece of iron!

Wang the yamen servant could not help but tighten his grip on the sword hanging at his waist. He had a premonition that if he dared to fight this hard with his sword, his sword would be broken.

Jiang Yipei's face became alert. If you have something to say, just talk it over. Why are you holding the knife?

But seeing that he put it down again in an instant, he didn't say anything.

Little did they know that Wang, the bailiff, had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He thought of his master, who had been worried about not sleeping all night in order to harvest the entire county's rice within half a month and build water conservancy projects. Wang Yayi's eyes suddenly became sharp. Seeing that Jiang Yipei did not introduce this thing to them at all, he gritted his teeth and bowed, "Yes, Master Jiang."

Then he took out a handwritten letter from the county from his bosom: "This is a handwritten letter from our adults to Jiang Lizheng. We hope that Lizheng will strictly follow the orders in the handwritten letter to carry out the rush harvest. We will hand it to Jiang Lizheng in person. Please take a look..."

"Then come in." Jiang Yipei said, nodding to Jiang Xiubai.

Jiang Xiubai then drove the harvester into the yard. The clan members who were still watching the fun discovered that the 50,000 to 60,000 kilograms of rice in the yard had disappeared. They were suddenly surprised - are the servants of the Jiang family so nimble?

In less than half an hour, all the rice was moved into the granary?

But he didn't say much in front of the yamen runners.

Jiang Xiubai had the experience from the last time, so he started to unload the grain more skillfully this time. However, because there were outsiders around, he did not make a loud noise.

Automation and mechanization shocked the villagers and also shocked the two yamen runners.

The rice is as clean and dry as ever.

The difference between dry rice and wet rice was very obvious. Wang Yayi could tell the difference at a glance. He asked Jiang Yipei, "Sir, can this thing that collects rice turn wet rice into dry rice?!"

He even forgot that Jiang Yipei had told his son not to call him "sir".

"As you can see." Jiang Yipei nodded.

Due to vision, experience, environment and various other factors, yamen runners are different from ordinary people, and they can quickly see the difference.

It also means that they are not as easy to fool as ordinary people. The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Jiang Yipei does not intend to say too much irrelevant nonsense.

Leave everything to their brains and let them figure out whatever comes to mind.

It can also create an image of yourself as someone who is difficult to talk to.

Although not very useful.

(End of this chapter)