Lin Lu also got interested, and with his uninjured hand, he picked up a few ears of corn and threw them in as well.
The corn kernels and cobs separated quickly, at an astonishing speed.
"This, this is even better than the corn thresher we used before."
Qi Dafa gave Lin Lu a nudge in the shoulder and laughed heartily, "Our old corn thresher is nothing compared to this baby."
The old threshers required people to continuously crank the handle with great effort, but now you just had to feed in the corn.
There's no need to say which one is more convenient.
The nudge just so happened to hit the spot where Lin Lu had gotten his injection.
The pain was bearable.
But the pain reminded him of the chilling sensation of the needle piercing through the flesh.
Lin Lu felt a bit out of sorts.
Not wanting his daughter to think her dad was a wimp, he clenched his fist and bore with it.