As he spoke, he and the driver unloaded various items from the cart: a square wooden bucket, a wooden housing with a baffle, a roller with inverted U-shaped teeth for threshing… Soon, a jumble of parts lay piled on the ground.
Juhua, worried about the vegetable rice cooking in the pot, only gave the parts a quick glance. They were clearly components for a rice thresher, but she couldn't immediately see how they were any better than the one her cousin Laifu had made. "Cousin, you're staying for dinner, right? I'll go get the meal started," she said to Laifu before hurrying into the kitchen.
When Qingmu saw the pile of parts, he was happy but also worried. "Is this alright?" he asked. "Manager Song already paid us, so why is he sending a machine too?"
