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"I've got something for you to make!" Pei Qin said with a smile.
"What is it? I can finish shelling the corn in one more day, then I can get started on your task!" Zou Xing replied eagerly.
"No rush. It's a corn sheller, a threshing machine. Just have it ready to sell when the corn is dried out!" Pei Qin took out the blueprints.
Zou Xing came over to look and listened to her explanation.
Once Old Man Zou and Zou Fu, among others, came over and called Pei Qin into their home, they all agreed it was a good idea after hearing about the hand-cranked threshing machine. Zoufu's wife praised Pei Qin for her intelligence; she had thought of the screw press before, and now she had refined it into a hand-cranked separating machine.
Since she was there to bring them business, Grandma Zou quickly told her eldest daughter-in-law to prepare a chicken for cooking.
