Chapter 52: A Pearl Covered in Dust Does Not Obscure Its Brilliance (4)

Shen Minghuan sneezed again, muttering: "Strange, strange, I'm not really going to get sick, am I?"

He had only been injured, not sick, and was really curious for a while.

[Please stop your ignorant thoughts, host.] The system said seriously.

Shen Minghuan praised: [You actually figured it out, Xiaojiu, you have become smarter, the saying that people get redder when they are near red really makes sense.]

The system was humble and well-behaved at first, but today, in just one day, it was repeatedly angered by Shen Minghuan.

Shen Minghuan bullied the little system in his mind, and soon walked to the door of the village chief's house.

It was dinner time at this point. The village chief's son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter were all in the city, and only he and his wife were at home. The two had already set up the bowls and chopsticks in the yard and were sitting opposite each other to eat.

The village chief spotted Shen Minghuan first and greeted him from a distance: "Teacher Shen, why are you here? Haven't you eaten yet?"

Without waiting for Shen Minghuan to answer, he turned to his wife and said: "Sufen, go get another set of bowls and chopsticks."

Zhao Sufen was a kind-looking old lady. She also smiled and nodded, and said as she walked: "Teacher Shen, don't be polite, just treat it as your own home."

Yes, this is the system's good idea - to eat for free.

It heard that some people would rather die than eat charity, and was afraid that Shen Minghuan would make a mistake, so it organized its words slightly: [Host, things are different now, you...]

Shen Minghuan hesitated for a moment, and in the expectant eyes of the village chief, he said with some entanglement: "Refusing will make us seem estranged, so I have to obey your order respectfully, thank you, village chief."

The village chief immediately smiled: "That's right."

Shen Minghuan sat down very calmly, took the bowls and chopsticks handed over by Zhao Sufen with a smile, and then asked the system: [What's wrong with me? ]

[...Nothing. ]The system was inexplicably frustrated.

The village chief's conditions were relatively good in the village. For dinner, he only had a few cornmeal steamed buns, a bowl of porridge so thin that you couldn't see the rice, and a plate of homemade pickles.

Old lady Zhao Sufen even handed Shen Minghuan an egg.

Shen Minghuan would not treat himself badly when he had the conditions. He could be extremely luxurious and picky. The system knew that this was Shen Minghuan's lifestyle.

At the moment, he ate a mouthful of steamed bun and a mouthful of porridge without changing his expression. It was not because he accepted and got used to such a life, but because its host was particularly tolerant.

——He has always been good at forcing himself.

Shen Minghuan and the village chief's family finished their meal with laughter and chat, and at the end, he had already called his uncle and aunt. Zhao Sufen cleaned the table quickly: "Teacher Shen, you came here today for something, right? Just tell me if you need anything."

The village chief slapped his head, as if he had realized something, and echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, just tell me."

The system sighed "It's over", what's the matter, just want to come and eat, is this okay?

Shen Minghuan blinked, "You can't hide anything."

"Uncle, I think we should let the children continue to go to school. Time is money. Families with conditions can start enlightenment at the age of three, recite the "Tao Te Ching" at the age of four, study the "Analects" at the age of five, and read all kinds of books at the age of six. Uncle, aunt, we can't let the children of Mutian Village lose at the starting line!"

The village chief was so scared that he pulled out a beard: "Is it so terrible?"

The system trembled with fear: [Is it so exaggerated? ]

Shen Minghuan said seriously: "Xiang Tuo was Confucius' teacher at the age of seven, Gan Luo was appointed prime minister at the age of twelve, and Huo Qubing was granted the title of Lord of the Wolf at the age of twenty-one. The ancients were like this, and modern people will only be better than them."

The village chief didn't understand, but he was shocked: "Then we should study hard, otherwise other children can help the country, and only our children will be dragged down."

The village chief frowned and paced, then as if he had made up his mind, he grabbed Shen Minghuan's hand: "Teacher Shen, I'll leave the children to you, don't worry, I will make sure they are in school tomorrow."

After many years of marriage, Zhao Sufen understood her husband's thoughts at a glance: "Old man, I will go with you to persuade them later. At worst, we can do more, but we must not let the children of Mutian Village The child lost on that line!"

"Uncle, aunt, don't worry." Shen Minghuan smiled: "During the Three Kingdoms period, Zhuge Kongming invented the wooden ox and horse, which could travel dozens of miles alone and thirty miles in groups. His wife Huang Yueying created a wooden man who could help cook to facilitate daily life, and later made a wooden dog and a wooden tiger. Ma Jun made a water-turned acrobatics, and Zhang Heng of the Eastern Han Dynasty..."

"Stop, stop, stop, Teacher Shen, can you speak more clearly? I don't understand." The village chief had a bitter face, and Zhao Sufang twisted him with a serious but blank look: "Teacher Shen, don't worry about him, you continue."

"Uncle and aunt, just call me Minghuan." Shen Minghuan smiled slightly and took out a blueprint, "I mean, I can do it too."

The system was shocked: [Host, when did you prepare it? No, where did you get it from?]

Shen Minghuan unfolded the blueprint carefully, and a strange-shaped object was drawn on it, with dense annotations next to it.

He introduced enthusiastically: "Uncle, this is one of my ideas. After it is made, it can help the villagers harvest wheat. Conservatively estimated, as long as there are two, the wheat of the whole village can be harvested in one day."

"Considering the actual situation, the material can only be wood, and the power is a problem. For the time being, it can only be driven by manpower, but it can also save a lot of labor. Uncle, look at this..."

The village chief grabbed Shen Minghuan with trembling hands and said excitedly: "Teacher Shen, Minghuan, what did you just say? This thing, no, what can this treasure do? I seem to have heard that the wheat can be harvested in one day."

You know, wheat can't be left in the field for too long after it is ripe, especially in a few days. There is a high probability of heavy rain, otherwise he would not hesitate for so long to let the children go to school.

Although Zhao Sufen was also very excited, she couldn't bear it anymore and pulled the village chief's ear and pulled him away, "Let Minghuan talk, don't interrupt."

Then he looked at Shen Minghuan with a smile: "Minghuan, continue talking."

Shen Minghuan was a little stuck for a while.

He prepared a long speech to convince the village chief, intending to talk about ancient times to the present, and then from technology to people's livelihood, to ensure that the village chief would be completely convinced.

But he didn't expect the village chief to believe it so easily, which made his previous words seem redundant.

Shen Minghuan looked at the other party. The village chief's dark face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were burning and hot, with a light that could pierce the night.

Shen Minghuan suddenly realized that the village chief believed in him not because of his ability, at least not entirely. After all, except for his identity as a college student, the village chief knew nothing about "Shen Minghuan".

Rather than saying that the village chief believed in Shen Minghuan, it is better to say that the village chief trusted his compatriots.

He trusted the country and everyone in the country, so he naturally believed that when the whole country was united in construction, no one would joke about land and food.

It was really a naive idea.

But Shen Minghuan searched through the memory fragments of the original owner and easily found the same eyes as the village chief.

The village chief is not an exception. He is just one of the millions of people who are passionate about the country. There is nothing special about him.

What a magical country, Shen Minghuan thought.

He said jokingly: "Uncle, you believe in me so much. What if I don't do it?"

"If I don't do it, I don't do it." The village chief looked at him in confusion: "You didn't lie to me on purpose. Didn't we lose many times in the war before? Minghuan, I'm not saying that you are young, don't be afraid of failure."

Zhao Sufen looked at the village chief pretending to laugh, and she stopped laughing: "Minghuan, your uncle is right, it's just one day, we can afford to delay, don't feel pressured."

The afterglow of the setting sun covered the earth, and the leaves on the branches also shone with golden light, as if catching a ray of tenderness from the sky.

Shen Minghuan smiled and said cooperatively, "I've learned a lesson."

The village chief was serious for only ten seconds, and then he couldn't help but smile, his mouth almost stretched to his ears. He rubbed his hands and said, "Well, Minghuan, how long will it take to make this thing?"

"Uncle, lend me someone in the village who can do carpentry, and the children can help. One day is enough." Shen Minghuan said this with a slightly serious tone, almost in a promise.

"Can those bad boys do it? They can only make trouble, right?" The village chief was still afraid of the trouble-making ability of the children in the village.

"Don't I still have them? I'll watch them." Shen Minghuan said.

The village chief understood that it was called help, but it was actually teaching. He was moved and said, "Minghuan, you have worked so hard."

"I am their teacher, it should be."

Shen Minghuan stood up and said goodbye. He took two steps and turned back to stuff a coin into the village chief's hand as if he remembered something.

The village chief's eyes widened: "What are you doing? Stop."

Shen Minghuan waved his hand with his back to them: "Meal money, and the last car fare."

"Why does a meal cost money? Are you being polite to your uncle?" The village chief remembered jumping up and down: "You come back, even if... this is too much."

Shen Minghuan didn't even turn his head.

"After I go back, I have to think about how to teach those children tomorrow." Shen Minghuan frowned, looking quite worried about the children's education.

The system was very moved: [Host, you...] are really a good teacher.

"If you want to make something bigger, one person is too slow, and you still need helpers. Well, you have to teach them well. They are all good tools." Shen Minghuan still frowned and murmured, then he paused and asked the system: [What about me? ]

[...Nothing. ] The system said again in frustration.