Datang: God-level son-in-law, salted fish will become stronger

When Xu Zhaolin saw Qin Mu coming, he wiped away his tears and said angrily, "My son-in-law, I caused trouble for the village again, I'm sorry for you."

"It doesn't matter." Qin Mu didn't take it seriously, "As long as people are okay, problems that can be solved with money are not called problems."

After the words fell, everyone looked at Qin Mu's eyes with gratitude.

In this era when human life is so trivial, his words warmed everyone's hearts.

In this world, there is no dignitary who cares so much about the city and the common people.

"Alas..." Xu Gongqing looked at Qin Mu, and lamented, "My son-in-law, I am also responsible for this matter. September is here, and it seems that the wasteland is about to be opened up, so I let this bastard go to Chang'an City to buy three plows ox."

"Who knew that in order to save money, he was greedy for cheap, and bought five sick cows with the money he bought for three cows. In just two days, all five cows died of illness."

"If there is no farming cattle, all our plans will be delayed, and we will not be able to develop the planned wasteland."

"It's all my fault." Xu Zhaolin regretted sadly.

He failed Mangya Village's trust and Qin Mu's trust.

"That's it?" Qin Mu asked casually.

Seeing that Qin Mu was so calm, Xu Gongqing was puzzled and said, "My son-in-law, is this a small matter?"

"Now there is only one farming ox left in the village."

"A farm ox cannot even support a plow."

Qin Mu remained calm, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, leave this matter to me, even if there is only one ox left, we can open up the wasteland quickly, even without the ox."

When the words fell, everyone was shocked.

Can open up wasteland without cattle?

How can this be?

"My son-in-law, you may have never opened up wasteland from a family..." Xu Gongqing expressed his intentions as tactfully as possible, "Cultivating land is not as easy as you imagined."

No matter how much Xu Gongqing respects Qin Mu, he has been farming for generations, and he can do the work in the field with his eyes closed.

Qin Mu did not respond to Xu Gongqing, but asked, "Is there a workshop in the village?"

"Yes, it's over there. It was built a few days ago."

Xu Gongqing pointed to a house not far away.

Qin Mu nodded, and then smiled at Xu Zhaolin: "Zhaolin, I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistakes. Bring some carpenters and follow me to the workshop. We will surprise everyone tomorrow."

"Yes, Prince Consort." Xu Zhaolin said, wiped away his tears, and left with Qin Mu.

Although everyone was puzzled, they did not dissuade them. After all, Qin Mu's methods were very clever.

No one knows what miracles he can create.

When he arrived at the workshop, Qin Mu took a look. The wood and utensils in the workshop were quite complete.

Xu Zhaolin asked weakly from the side: "My son-in-law, did you bring us to the workshop to make some utensils?"

Qin Mu was picking out tools, and nodded casually, "That's right, I want to make a plow."

"Used for land reclamation and farming in Mangya Village."

"Plough?" Xu Zhaolin frowned when he heard this, "My son-in-law, we still have a lot of plows in our village. I just bought them, and they are all the latest long straight plows."

As Xu Zhaolin spoke, he felt a little depressed.

He originally thought that Qin Mu would have some fantastic ideas, but it turned out to be making plows.

"It's not the same." Qin Mu put the selected tools aside and began to draw the blueprint. "The plow I'm talking about is called Quyuan plow. It's a single-ox-drawn plow, and it's very efficient."

"Single ox-drawn plow?"

When Xu Zhaolin and the three carpenters around heard this, their eyes lit up and their faces showed surprise.

If this is the case, it is simply a farming artifact.

They had never heard of a plow that could be pulled down by an ox.

Immediately, several people gathered around.

into the night.

Qin Mu drew up the blueprint, explained the details to several people, and went back to the mansion in Mangya Village to sleep.

Originally, he asked Xu Zhaolin and a few craftsmen to go back to rest, and start making them tomorrow.

But they didn't leave without saying anything, and they were so excited as if they had been beaten.

The opportunity to be famous in history has come.

Qin Mu had no choice but to leave alone.

It's been less than half a month since the bloody battle in Jingzhou, and I haven't had a good rest since I came back.

The next day.

early morning.

The sky is bright.

Qin Mu was soundly asleep when he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

While awake, a notification sound came from the system.

"Ding! System detection, the host has been sleeping soundly for four hours in Mangya Village, in line with the behavior of salted fish, reward [[-] catties of potatoes.]"

"Potatoes have been distributed to the host space, please pay attention to check."

Hearing the system notification tone, Qin Mu was overjoyed.

Heh, whatever you want.

I want to breastfeed, the baby's mother is here, I miss my mother's family, the baby's uncle is here.

Qin Mu got up.

Xue Rengui had already opened the door, and one of the carpenters broke in last night and shouted: "My son-in-law, good news, good news, we succeeded, Quyuanli was built by us."

Qin Mu nodded, not paying attention, "Okay, I understand."

After his transformation, this Quyuanli is much more perfect than the one invented by the ancients for the first time.

It was created, which was in his expectation.

The carpenter continued: "But that Xu Zhaolin seems to be crazy, driving the cattle and pushing the Quyuanli to run around in the field."

"Hurry up and take a look, even Mr. Xu can't persuade you."

After the words fell, Qin Mu was ashamed.

That guy is not crazy, that guy is full.

"Okay, let's go right away."

Qin Mu had no choice but to follow along to have a look.

However, he reckoned that Xu Zhaolin originally wanted to try Qu Yuanli's effect.

It turned out to be overexcited.

Chapter 88: If I piss you off, who will you get your salary?

Mangya Village.

Eastern suburbs.

Arada.

Like a tiger, Xu Zhaolin drove the only old cow in the village, and pushed Qu Yuanli to reclaim wasteland in the wasteland.

Those around called him, but turned a deaf ear.

Surprisingly though.

Xu Zhaolin pushed it on his own, with no one to help him, only a farm ox pulling.

To be able to push this plow, and at an extremely fast speed, surpassed the imagination of the people in Mangya Village.

Seeing Qin Mu approaching, Xu Gongqing hastily greeted him.

"Look, son-in-law, this bastard has not slept all night, and this morning, he does not know what kind of evil wind he is picking up, so he keeps plowing the field."

Qin Mu rushed to the barren field, looked at Xu Zhaolin, and scolded: "Xu Zhaolin, are you crazy? Get out of here quickly."

Hearing Qin Mu's voice, Xu Zhaolin finally came to his senses.

He ran over with a smile, and shouted excitedly as he ran, "My son-in-law, we have succeeded, and a farm ox can plow the land."

"This wasteland is open, open..."

Xu Zhaolin smiled like a fat baby weighing more than 300 catties.

After hearing this, Qin Mu was helpless.

It seems that Xu Zhaolin has a lot of grudges about being cheated.

It is estimated that if Qin Mu didn't get Qu Yuanli out, Xu Zhaolin might not have done something stupid.

But Qin Mu understood him. How could an honest farmer who had been poor for most of his life be cheated of such a huge amount of silver? How could he, who has always been simple, accept it.

Although this money is nothing to Qin Mu.

But for Xu Zhaolin, he would earn less than one or two thousandths in half his life.

Most importantly, he felt sorry for Mangya Village, and even less for Qin Mu.

Qin Mu didn't give Xu Zhaolin a good face, and reprimanded him: "Get the hell out of here and go back to sleep, immediately."

"If you refuse to listen to persuasion like this again, I will drive you out of Mangya Village."

Hearing this, Xu Zhaolin immediately faltered, staring wide-eyed and said aggrievedly: "My son-in-law, please don't drive me out of Mangya Village, I'm obedient, I'll go back to sleep right now."

If the words fall, there is no room for discussion.

Xu Zhaolin ran back to the village as if fleeing.

It seemed like it was too late, Qin Mu would really drive him out of the village.

Everyone watched and shook their heads helplessly. It seemed that only the son-in-law could cure him.

Seeing Xu Zhaolin leave, Xu Gongqing heaved a sigh of relief, this bastard is like this sometimes, the kind of one-sided, twisted to death.

Xu Gongqing came to Qin Mu's side and asked softly.

"My son-in-law, they say you designed the plow?"

In fact, it's not all Xu Zhaolin's fault, but Qin Mu's design of this Quyuanli, which is so easy to use, broke their cognition.

Qin Mu nodded, and just about to speak, a few uninvited guests rode towards them.

Looking intently, Qin Mu wondered why this Li Er came again.

Such a big emperor no longer handles government affairs in the palace, so why would he run around every day.

It's so fresh.

Cheng Yaojin, Changsun Wuji and others came with him.

They are Li Er's most loyal followers.

"My son-in-law, my son-in-law, is the red rabbit at home? I brought the snow-treading Wuzhi to let them improve their relationship."

"There is a chance to pair up."

Before the person arrived, Cheng Yaojin shouted at the top of his voice.

Qin Mu was ashamed, he was really persistent, if this horse was not worthy, Cheng Yaojin would not let it go.

When Li Er heard this, he frowned, and turned to look at Cheng Yaojin, "Zhijie, what are you thinking about all day long? Why do you open and close your mouth, full of vulgar words."

"Hehe..." Cheng Yaojin smiled awkwardly, "Your Majesty, my old Cheng is a rough man, and I don't know a lot of Chinese characters. Isn't that how I speak?"

The two were talking, and they had already arrived at the field.

"See Your Majesty, why is Your Majesty here today?" Qin Mu stepped forward to salute, and asked indifferently.

After the words fell, the eldest grandson Wuji beside him laughed from ear to ear, "Mu'er, great joy."