After marrying the disabled chief minister, I rely on space to raise Zaizai

She also thought of this temporarily. The method of shelling here is really ancient and troublesome. It relies on human power, which is very cumbersome and time-consuming.

In order to save unnecessary wasted time, she had to pull Gu Yanbei out again as a shield.

"This is really great. You and your wife are smart. When the drawings come out, you don't have to go to the craftsmen. You can bring them directly to the palace. The craftsmen in the palace are the first-class ones. They will definitely get them out of the shell as soon as possible. Create a machine." Jian Qingyu's words touched the heart of Emperor Tianchu. He wanted to change, but the people below him were helpless.

"Girl, can the shelling machine remove rice?" If possible, then vigorously promote it to the public to reduce the pressure on the people.

"This can't be done. Let Gu Yanbei see if he can adjust it and make a shelling machine that can do both kinds of shelling at the same time."

"You should take this matter of Gu Aiqing seriously, it is a matter of people's livelihood." Emperor Tianchu patted Gu Yanbei on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Wei Chen will do his best."

"I believe you can do it." The couple gave him a lot of surprises, and this will definitely not come to them. It is just a matter of time. After so many years, this time is still worth waiting for.

The sorghum used for winemaking has been modified, and Jian Qingyu is not worried about its harvest at all.

In the field, everyone was harvesting high crops, and they could not hide the joy on their faces.

Experienced farmers looked at the harvested sorghum and estimated its yield.

"I am afraid that this acre of land can produce two or three thousand kilograms of millet, but it is a pity that this millet cannot be eaten, otherwise we people will not have to worry about food in the future." The old farmer who harvested was happy about the high yield, but at the same time lamented that there was food but he could not eat it.

Jian Qingyu was relatively close and naturally heard the old farmer's sigh.

In fact, it’s not that you can’t eat this high-grain food, it’s just that you shouldn’t eat too much of it. Excessive consumption can easily cause symptoms such as bloating and abdominal pain. This can only be eaten once in a while, but for the common people, it is useless and of no use.

Emperor Tianchu was a benevolent monarch and a monarch who cared for the people. However, he was indeed backward in ancient times. The most important thing was to rely on the sky for food. There was no other way to increase production. Most of the people would be able to feed themselves. In terms of food and clothing, it was really out of the question. Many people starve to death every year.

She has already produced this sorghum for brewing, and does not plan to continue to produce other seeds. At least she can no longer be high-profile during this period.

"Actually, you can eat this food, but you can't eat too much, otherwise you will easily get bloating and abdominal pain. It's not a problem to have enough food." Jian Qingyu couldn't bear to see the old man being so obsessed with food, so he finally said it.

"Really?"

"Yes, but you can't eat more."

"That's okay. We can mix them with other grains and eat them. That'll be fine, and there won't be any bloating or abdominal pain."

"I don't know about this, and I haven't tried it either." It might be okay to eat it together, but she couldn't say, after all, few people actually ate it.

"Then can we give it a try? There's nothing wrong with it."

"Yes, that's right, we can try it first. If it works, it will be a blessing for us people in Dayan." The old farmers are eager to try. For them, as long as they can fill their stomachs, nothing else matters.