「The threshing ground.」
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw the machine before them.
They watched as the wheat was fed into the rollers. By the time it came out, the grains had been separated from the stalks, clean as a whistle.
It was an even cleaner separation than when they threshed it by beating the stalks with all their might.
"Gu Zhiqing is incredible."
In that moment, even those who had been resentful couldn't help but admire Gu Jiaojiao.
If she had the skills to get out of manual labor, they were more than happy to let her.
From now on, no one was to say a single bad word about Gu Jiaojiao in their presence. If they heard anyone do so, they'd make sure that person regretted it.
Those who had the machine easily earned several work points.
Meanwhile, the thirty-odd households that had badmouthed Gu Jiaojiao grumbled and toiled all day. After working themselves to the bone, they had only managed to earn five work points.
