Chapter 201 - 88: The Expensive Ergonomic Chair (Part 3)
He thought that once the power source was resolved, he could sew a bellows out of animal skins and attach it to the discharge port, then place a sieve below the discharge port.
When the husking machine operates, he could manually drive the bellows, blowing away the lighter rice husks—husking and screening accomplished in one step, saving time.
Fortunately, he had excellent sealing materials—an Ultraman costume.
If worried the animal skin didn't seal well and leaked air, he'd use fish swim bladder glue and needle and thread to bond and sew the rubber with the animal skin to make the bellows.
The bellows wouldn't just blow away rice husks; it could also be used to blow air in metal forging, proving useful for multiple purposes.
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There are many imaginings for the future, but one must not aim too high. One needs to achieve their goals step by step.
Moreover, attention must be paid to balancing work and rest. There is plenty of time, no competitors, and no need to be so frantic.
After eight consecutive days of work, on the afternoon of the 19th, with the evening breeze blowing, Chen Zhou let go of the model, took a deep breath, walked across from the short table, and sat on a small stool.
Below the platform, golden rice was lined up in a row, bending the stalks under the weight of the ears. When the wind blew, they swayed beautifully.
Lai Fu was frolicking at the edge of the woods, carrying a stick in its mouth, bouncing around like a lion dance, occasionally barking at animals in the trees and glancing towards the cave-dwelling.
Since Chen Zhou became engrossed in designing and manufacturing the earthen mortar, he has rarely played with it, even canceling its favorite hunting for rabbits in the morning and evening.
Bored to the extreme, Lai Fu could only play with Xiao Huihui or get into mischief.
But how can a cat and dog play together, especially considering the significant size difference between Lai Fu and the two cats? Its invitations only offended the cats.
Left with no choice, Lai Fu guarded this field, fiddling with new toys it found in the woods, sometimes even sneakily slipping onto the platform to spitefully carry away Chen Zhou's chisel or small hammer, trying to get his attention.
However, none of this worked as immersed Chen Zhou would sternly call it over with a cold face, scolding harshly to retrieve the tools.
After being scolded so much, Lai Fu could only hide at the edge of the woods, amuse itself, like a neglected child, lonely waiting for the father's love.
For the umpteenth time, Lai Fu dropped the small stick and habitually looked back at the platform.
Above the yet-to-be-maintained stake retaining wall, Chen Zhou's figure came into its view.
Woof!
Lai Fu barked, seeing its owner waving at it, instantly wagging its tail furiously, darting across the field, running over, and leapt into Chen Zhou's arms.
"Oof~"
Being fed three meals with meat, Lai Fu's weight had soared to over 90 pounds, and this sudden charge almost knocked Chen Zhou over.
Ha~ha~ha~
Lai Fu stood up, its front paws clawing at Chen Zhou's chest, stretching its neck diligently, panting heavily, sticking out its wet tongue to lick Chen Zhou's chin, its tail wagging like a propeller.
"Alright, alright, don't butter me up here.
If I don't finish my work, we'll be drinking northwest wind in two months.
Since the rice matured today, once we finish cutting it, I'll give myself a break and spend a couple of good days with you.
We'll first go fishing, then catch a Dragon Cat, finding a companion for the Little Dragon Cat at home, doesn't that sound good, Lai Fu!"
Push the enthusiastic big head in front away, crouching down to hug Lai Fu's neck, controlling its overly flattering expression, Chen Zhou said.
Woof~woof~
Lai Fu responded to Chen Zhou with low barks, nestled its head into Chen Zhou's arms, pushing forward forcefully, whimpering coyly, feeling so aggrieved.
"What's wrong?
Do you also want a wife? That might be a bit hard to find, you know!"
Weather being hot, Chen Zhou wore only a thin shirt with the collar half-open, Lai Fu's wet nose directly pressing against his chest due to its push.
Feeling like he was holding a psychologically fragile and sensitive little child, seeing Lai Fu's posture made him feel somewhat uncomfortable inside. He hurriedly reassured this sulky big fellow, half-jokingly, half-seriously.