After Leng Yingchun finished her explanation, she followed Feng Beier and left. Su Jingxian raised his neck and looked outside.

Tie Dun curled his lips, "If you miss her, go find her from time to time, take her away, and get married when you return to the capital."

Su Jingxian was somewhat looking forward to it.

After walking a short distance out of the room, Feng Bei'er stopped, her face under the veil was very gloomy, "Last night, did you ever cross the distinction between men and women?"

Leng Yingchun pretended to be stupid to the end, "Master, what is the difference between men and women?"

"It's just..." Feng Beier couldn't explain clearly. She knew what was going on, but she had never practiced it.

It was ironic that she was so old and had not yet had sex. She suddenly felt itchy with hatred, "Swallow Piao, I will break your bones and turn you into ashes."

Leng Yingchun felt horrified as she walked towards Anman's house at a faster pace. No wonder she was anxious, she wanted to complete the machine as soon as possible to save labor.

Anman opened the door when he heard the knock on the door, and yawned when he saw Leng Yingchun, "You are too impatient!"

"I'm here to supervise the progress. The rice harvest is about to begin, so the tools must be complete."

Leng Yingchun forgot to look, and a semi-finished product threshing machine appeared in front of her in the yard.

She pushed Anman aside and rushed in. She saw that the big roller was inlaid with many barbs made of wire. It looked like a round comb. She looked back at Anman with a smile, "It's quite efficient!"

Anman pointed at his panda eyes, "I've been busy with this thing after dinner. Fortunately, there are a lot of scrap metal that I used before. After beating it, it can be used again. It's just that the axle driving the roller next to it is a little worn out.

effort."

Leng Yingchun smiled appreciatively, "Sorry to trouble you!"

Anman also felt a sense of accomplishment after completing this item. "Now that it's here, just wait a moment. I'll install the foot pedal. It will be exactly the same as the structural diagram you gave me."

"Hey!" Leng Yingchun nodded and shouted to Feng Bei'er outside, "Master, don't stay outside, come in quickly."

Feng Bei'er then came in with his hands behind his back. When he saw Anman, the occupational disease occurred again, and threw a packet of medicinal powder to Anman. "After it's heated, apply it to the blistered area. The pain will stop immediately."

Anman took it and looked at it, then looked at his blistered hand. He was surprised how Feng Bei'er discovered it. He couldn't help but look at Feng Bei'er a few more times, and his heart started to beat.

"Anman, put the pedal on quickly!" Leng Yingchun urged Anman.

Anman finally came to his senses, put the powder down sheepishly, and moved the pedal over.

After half an hour, Anman assembled a simple threshing machine.

Feng Bei'er observed the threshing machine, full of questions, "Yingchun, what is this for?"

"Put the rice on it and step on it, and the millet will fall off. It is much more convenient than beating the dried rice with a wooden stick to thresh it."

Leng Yingchun looked at it, then looked back at Feng Bei'er's Anman who looked at her like a nymphomaniac.

"Can you make a tin cover around it?"

"That would require a lot of iron!" Anman came to his senses and disagreed with Leng Yingchun's idea, "How about making it into a wooden shed?"

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that!" Leng Yingchun snapped his fingers, "Anman, just follow this example, use the iron approved by the yamen, make a threshing machine, and send it to Lishuping."

"No problem!" Anman was very happy. It was his honor to be praised by the guests.

"Then let's go!" Leng Yingchun was about to walk out, but Anman stopped her and asked in a low voice, "Does your master have a wife? Look at me..."

"You've found the right person, you missed it!" Leng Yingchun chuckled, "Didn't you tell your aunt that you didn't want to get married yet?"

"One moment and another!" Anman regretted, "I wonder if I will ever meet a good girl like your master again."

"Isn't it easy to get a good girl? We have a lot of good girls in Lishuping, but you are too high-minded to look down on them." Leng Yingchun teased.

"How could it be?" An Man chuckled, "I can't go to Lishuping, can you introduce a few to me? The money for this threshing machine is waived."

"Brother, how old am I? How can I be a matchmaker?" Leng Yingchun suddenly thought of Aunt Su, "Well, I'll go with you.

Talk to your matchmaker and see if she is willing to match you."

"Great!" Anman clapped his hands, "I'll give myself some rest today, and I'll personally visit your matchmaker."

Leng Yingchun pointed to the neatly arranged list of ironware on the table, "Not going to do it? Can the guests agree?"

"Those things don't need to be too time-consuming. I can make them quickly. Just wait for me while I go change my clothes!"

Anman had never been so positive before and quickly went back to the room to change clothes.

"Come and make iron tools, and you'll be in trouble for yourself. You're really good at it!" Feng Bei'er felt helpless because Leng Yingchun was meddling in other people's business.

"What's the point? Let's help each other!" Leng Yingchun approached Feng Beier, "He is interested in you, maybe he will become your husband in the future."

"Impossible!" Feng Beier gritted her teeth, "Yan Zipiao will not agree."

Leng Yingchun curled her lips. When she saw Anman put on clean clothes after washing her face and was no longer dirty, she felt a little familiar. She couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

"Anman, you are strong, put the thresher on your flatbed carriage." Leng Yingchun ordered Anman to do things without politeness.

Anman carried the thresher to the carriage without any complaints, tied it with a rope, and asked them to sit on the empty seats. After going out, he took out the "Closed" sign and walked away.

The matchmaker ran out of the house next door and shouted, "Anman, where are you going?"

"Looking for a wife!" Anman responded, "Auntie, stop spending time on me, I already have someone I like."

The matchmaker stomped her feet angrily, "I knew you were dishonest, and you actually wanted to switch to a matchmaker. Humph, I didn't care enough to introduce you to you. You wasted a lot of my time."

Anman breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the matchmaker cursing behind him.

Leng Yingchun always felt that Anman's profile looked like the same person. With doubts in his mind, he took the initiative to ask about Anman's situation.

"Anman, are you from Lucheng? Where is your home? Do you have any brothers or sisters at home?"

"My home is in Yujiaba next to the ferry. It is said that I have an older brother. However, he fell into the sea when he was very young and disappeared. At that time, his parents were killed. I still don't know who the enemy is.

, and when I was just one month old, my grandmother liked me and sent my uncle to pick me up. My mother was worried about the family, so she asked me to leave with my uncle first, so I escaped a disaster."

Anman revealed his life experience to Leng Yingchun without any precautions. @

Leng Yingchun seemed to smell something and suppressed her inner joy, "Then you haven't thought about looking for your brother?"

"I want to find him, but I haven't seen him. How can I find him?" Anman waved his hand, "Forget it, my parents are gone, so the clues are gone, so just pretend that he is not here."

Leng Yingchun became quiet.

Feng Beier closed her eyes and rested her mind. She didn't have such a gossipy disciple.

When the carriage arrived at Lishuping, Feng Bei'er went back alone.

Leng Yingchun asked Anman to drive a flatbed carriage to Qiu Rong's house.

Qiu Rong was not at home, so Guiqin met them and looked at the threshing machine and became curious, "In the Spring Festival, can you thresh millet with a wooden shed?"

"That's right!" Leng Yingchun touched the threshing machine, "You can come and help harvest the rice in two days, and you can see its power."

"That's great!" Guiqin touched the thresher and looked at Anman, "Hey, you are Yingchun's uncle, right?"

"Brother-in-law?" Monk Anman Zhanger was confused, "I have nothing to do with her!"

"You look a bit similar to her uncle, so I thought you were her brother-in-law." Guiqin said casually.

Anman looked back at Leng Yingchun. Am I similar to her uncle? No wonder she always asks me about my life experience.

At the moment, he was not in the mood to meet Aunt Su and get to know the girl, so he asked Leng Yingchun to take him to see Leng Zhengsheng.

Leng Yingchun was a little hesitant. She was afraid that Anman was really Leng Zhengsheng's younger brother, so would their parents have been killed by the prime minister's people?

If that's true, then Leng Shengsheng was trained as a secret guard by the prime minister, wouldn't he be working for the enemy?

Will Leng Shengsheng want revenge? Can he still live a stable life? Will Zhu Qingqing become an abandoned wife?

The more she thought about it, the scarier she became, so she hesitated and said that there was no one at home and she wanted to take Anman to see Aunt Su.

.

The family affection factor that had never flashed in Anman came into play, "If you don't take me there, I can still find your home!"

"Yingchun, just take him home. How lively will it be when there are guests at home?" Guiqin echoed.

Leng Yingchun had no choice but to tell Guiqin to ask her for the design when Qiu Rong came back, and took Anman back home.

Leng Shengsheng and Zhu Qingqing were cleaning up the food remnants and bamboo sticks left by everyone in the yard last night.

Wan Jiaxing looked at the medical skills absentmindedly, while Liu Yun fanned beside him.

Leng Yinghuan practices martial arts on the roof.

Qin Xiaoxiao is still sleeping.

Leng Yingchun jumped out of the flatbed carriage with a smile on her face, "Uncle, aunt, I'm back!"

Zhu Qingqing put down the broom, "You didn't come back last night. Did you spend the night at the miracle doctor's place?"

Leng Yinghuan jumped down, "Hey, why did you come back with Anman?"

Only then did everyone pay attention to Anman.

Anman rushed to Leng Shengsheng, "Why do you look so similar to uncle?"

Even though Leng Zhengsheng had been shaved off his bones, his outline still had a shadow of its original appearance, and An Man could tell at a glance.

"Uncle?" Leng Shengsheng looked at Anman doubtfully, "Who are you?"

Anman grabbed Leng Zhengsheng's hand and opened his left arm. There was a black spot next to the elbow joint. He opened his left hand tremblingly, and the same black spot appeared in front of everyone.
To be continued...