Daqin: I was heard by Zulong at the beginning

Chapter 129 No matter what you pull, you don't have to announce it like this

Sure enough, Fusu excitedly said to Su Chen and the fortune-teller, "The Quyuanli modified by Mr. is so easy to use, why don't we all try it."

The fortune teller wanted to say that I don't need to try, but he suddenly froze and looked at Su Chen: "Did you modify this?"

Su Chen said coldly: "That's right, it's just lack of talent." Now he is full of small flames, why can't he stay with Man Man for a while?Don't you make out with your wives?
Oh, and they don't make out with their wives, because they don't.Thinking of this, Su Chen felt a lot more balanced, and even looked at the two of them with some sympathy.

The fortune teller was a little embarrassed, but his admiration was still very sincere, "Master Su is really a talented person. He can make such a fast plow. Do you admire me?"

Fu Su also said happily at the side: "You think it's fast too, don't you? Why don't we try it together? How about the competition?"

The fortune teller immediately wanted to sneeze.Who made you curious?Who asked you to praise Su Chen?
Su Chen saw the expression on the fortune teller's face, so it goes without saying that it must make the fortune teller feel more uncomfortable!This is the treatment they should have as single dogs, isn't it?
Su Chen waved his hand, "Since you two are competing, let me be the one!" What a joke, when he first crossed over, he led a group of refugees to reclaim wasteland!There is no psychological burden at all!
The fortune teller glanced at Su Chen, do I agree?I didn't promise at all!

But Fusu had already prepared three Quyuanli, and they couldn't escape.

The fortune-teller looked at the fields where he couldn't see the top of the field, and wanted to be weak and pretend to be dizzy.

Su Chen looked at the fortune teller, "Master, you are not physically weaker than my man, are you? Do you want to faint?"

Fortune Teller: What a thief!He must be able to read minds!He guessed it clearly!
"How is it possible, you can start anytime."

Fusu happened to look over and when he heard this, he immediately said, "Let's start, I'm going to pull!"

Su Chen's mouth twitched and he almost pulled the plow sideways.No matter what you pull, you don’t have to announce it like this, okay?
The three of them were pulling the plow, and Su Chen was leisurely and leisurely, as if strolling in a courtyard, not pulling the plow, but an exiled immortal walking with a jug.

Although Fusu can't pull, but he is in a good mood!He pulled it and glanced at the ground, um, yes, a deep furrow was plowed, and he could guarantee that he was the only one in the entire royal family who could pull it out.

Su Chen: Stop talking like that, okay?
The fortune teller also worked hard to pull the plow. He took a step forward and tried to pretend that he could pull it easily, but the plow did not move at all.Could this be what Su Chen meant when he said the plow was too deep?
The fortune teller lifted the plowshare a little while no one was paying attention, and then stepped forward again. Well, it moved. Isn't it easy?The fortune teller raised his arrogant face and looked at Fusu with disdain, Oh, that's it?You still need to take a step and take a look, and you will see that you have never pulled a plow and have never seen the world.

It was also my first time to pull a plow. How could I maintain a calm mind and not look back every step of the way?This is the style of a master. No matter how good you are at what you do, no matter how good you are at pulling the plow, you will never look back easily. Of course, it doesn't matter even if you look back, it will definitely be.
Huh?Why is the plow on the ground?And you pulled out such a long mark?Who pulled this out?Plow?Oh, it's because the plowshare didn't eat the soil.The fortune teller took advantage of the fact that no one was looking and returned to the starting point of history.

Poor fortune-teller, it wasn't until Fusu had walked five or six steps that he finally plowed a crooked furrow, about one-fifth of a step away.And Su Chen had already reached the middle of the field.

The fortune teller wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

Of course who is the fortune teller?old master!He quickly adjusted his thoughts. Although he couldn't win technically, he could still counterattack in terms of momentum!
So the fortune-teller stepped out of the steps of a master at the second step. Of course, he looked calm on the surface, but in fact the joints of his hands were already white from the exertion. This time he succeeded a little, pulling the plow half a step away .

The refugees on the side didn't quite understand why the fortune-teller didn't move forward?
Although his posture is a bit better than the young master's, isn't his speed too slow?But this is a fortune teller!He should pull it out and test it.Fortune tellers are really powerful, they can measure anything.Although they don't know what the fortune teller is measuring, it's very powerful anyway.

The fortune teller was under a lot of pressure, he suspected that these refugees were hired by Su Chen to watch him, couldn't they just know how to pull a plow?You don't know how to divination!

Although the fortune teller thought so, the speed of pulling the plow became faster, of course, a little faster than before, and finally pulled a step away!

The fortuneteller rejoices!This is a qualitative leap!He finally pulled a step away!That's about 99 steps less than Fusu!He can!
Half an hour later, Fusu had reached the end of the field and was pulling the plow back. He came face to face with the fortune teller and asked with a smile: "Master! Why are you going in a different direction from me?"

The fortune teller pointed to Su Chen: "I'm in the same direction as him."

Fusu was speechless immediately.He lost, he shouldn't ask.

Therefore, when the deputy general guarding the city asked Fusu for questioning, what he saw was such a scene. The highly respected fortune teller was pulling the plow with difficulty, and he did not forget to maintain the demeanor of the master.

The noble prince had a great time playing with the plow as a toy.

The strangest thing is that the prince’s husband is better than a refugee pulling a plow!Is this still Mr.Although the fortune teller is very poor, he is still a fortune teller!Shouldn't the difference be drawn?
But why is the prince's husband so good at pulling the plow?

The lieutenant felt that the way he came here was wrong, he closed his eyes, trying not to see these weird scenes, but he was disappointed.Those three people were still those three people, they were the strangest people in the audience.

Forget it, isn't his brother to blame?Seeing that the back kitchen was killing chickens, he suddenly let the chickens go, and even fed the chickens with fodder. Isn't it more strange for a person who loves to eat meat to do such a thing than these three?
The deputy general thought so, and felt that he could do it again.

However, looking at the devastation, the lieutenant general was still deeply moved. The prince of Daqin lives in such a place and still pulls the plow. Why doesn't he have any reason not to fight hard?What reason does he have for not guarding the city?
No, he should not defend the city, he should also go deep into the refugees like the young master, help the refugees rebuild their homes, reorganize the houses, and re-cultivate the land!

Only by helping the refugees to do all this well, can the prince of Daqin restore his former status as a noble son, and he will no longer have to worry about the refugees!
The lieutenant general thought so, and struggled to snatch a Quyuanli from the refugees!Son!I'm here too!As for what he came for, does it matter?unimportant!brother waiting?Let him wait!He was just feeding the chickens anyway!
The refugee jumped into a rage behind him: You son of a bitch!Take me, Qu Yuanli!

(End of this chapter)