At the Xiangping blacksmith shop, Lu Songli explained his purpose, and then handed the drawing in his hand to the young Tie Zhan.

Seeing that it was a new gadget, the young blacksmith felt unsure, so he had to invite his father out who was resting in the backyard.

His father was also an old blacksmith. He looked at the drawings given by Lu Songli, pondered for a moment, and said to Lu Songli, "This thing requires a lot of iron. The labor cost plus the iron used is a total of eight taels of silver.

Do it?"

"Do it." Lu Songli didn't even blink, "How long will it take to do it?"

Wu Ren hesitated, thinking that he could negotiate the price.

"This is a new thing. It will take about three days to make." The old blacksmith felt that this was something he needed to make clear.

Lu Songli asked, "We'll increase the money and you can do it faster, okay?" If it takes three days, they still have to dig through the ground with their bare hands for three days. It's too tiring and unnecessary.

The old blacksmith said nothing.

The young blacksmith shook his head, "It can't be faster. I'm the only one in the shop now. My father is old and has stopped forging." Besides, he has other jobs on his hands.

"Ten taels." Lu Songli increased the price lightly.

At this time, the old blacksmith glanced at his son.

The young blacksmith gritted his teeth and said, "I'll try to give you two days to finish it." He put the other orders back to the head office, right?

"Fifteen taels."

The young blacksmith said, "You will come and get it in one day!" The worst he can do is not sleep!

"Twenty taels."

The young blacksmith was in a dilemma. He wanted to say that he couldn't do it, but he really couldn't do it, and he couldn't do it even with more money.

The old blacksmith on the side took over, "You guys come and get it in the evening."

"Dad, I can't do it." His son couldn't do it, even with his broken hands. Young Tie Zhan was about to cry.

The old blacksmith kicked him and said, "You idiot, dad will help you!"

As the saying goes, if you don’t have money, you’re a bastard!

"Call your uncle Wang, an old carpenter, and try to finish it for me in an afternoon." If you give Old Wang two taels of silver for an afternoon's work, he will probably come running happily. The key is that the work to be done is not enough.

Disaster.

"Add another five taels and give me fine iron." Lu Songli made another request.

"Okay." The old blacksmith said happily, you have the money, you have the final say.

At Lu Songli's signal, Lu Mingzhi obediently paid a deposit of twelve liang.

Coming out of the blacksmith shop, Lu Songli looked at Wu Ren, "Wu Ren, have you learned it?"

Lu Mingzhi: What did you learn? Spend money? He can do this too.

Wu Ren was thoughtful.

"Some things are of the race against time, and you have to spend money when it's time to spend money."

"Money can make all the difference. In business, there is no problem that money cannot solve. If there is, it must be because there is not enough money."

Lu Songli reminded him.

Wu Ren is smart and studious, can be relaxed and learns things quickly. In short, he is good at everything. However, his background limits his horizons, and sometimes he can be a bit petty.

In fact, the upper limit of today's example is still too low. If it were such a big deal, he would definitely be able to open up the situation.

Lu Songli thought, wait until there is a chance. But today's example gave him an inspiration, which is not bad.

In the evening, Lu Songli successfully got the Quyuan Li. She nodded to them and left.

The young blacksmith and the old blacksmith were obviously tired. After handing the things to Lu Songli, they sat on the chairs and didn't even bother to say anything.

Lu Mingzhi and Wu Ren sent Lu Songli back in a carriage.

When they were about to arrive, Lu Mingzhi said reluctantly, "Second sister, we will return to Chang'an soon."

They have been frantically acquiring land for the past two days, each buying ten to thirty to fifty acres of land on the same piece of land. After finishing these things, they will go back.

Thinking of returning to Chang'an, Lu Mingzhi felt happy but reluctant to give up.

Lu Songli gave up and said, "Then go back. Don't think about me too much."

Lu Mingzhi choked, forget it, Haoer's sad atmosphere was completely destroyed by his second sister.

Lu Songli knew that it wouldn't be long before they moved to Xiangping. They would come back and forth for at most four months, and she couldn't get sad.

Wu Ren was the first to jump off the carriage and asked the soldier on duty, "Is Manager Lin Zhonglin here?"

The guard guard didn't say he was here or not, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just went to the street and ate at a good sauce hoof shop. I brought some for him. If he's not here, could you please give it to him?" As Wu Ren spoke, he took out a pot from the carriage.

Wrapped in oil paper, if you look closer you can smell the aroma of the sauced meat.

"Wait."

Lu Songli didn't get out of the car, leaving Wu Ren to deal with it.

Not long after, Lin Zhong came over, and hearty laughter could be heard.

Wu Ren stepped forward and exchanged greetings with him.

Lin Zhong glanced at their carriage, then waved his hand, and their carriage was let go.

Lu Mingzhi and Wu Ren sent her to the door of her house and turned back without going in to bother her again.

At this time, it was getting dark and the Qin family had just returned from the fields.

After Qin Sheng got home, he found that she hadn't come back yet. He was a little worried and was walking out, planning to go out to find her.

Seeing her struggling to carry the plow home, she quickly stepped forward to take it.

In the yard, Qin Zhao saw a strange thing in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

Lu Songli explained, "It's a plowing tool. With it, we don't have to be so tired plowing the ground."

"Let me try." Qin Zhao was eager to give it a try.

They had been plowing the ground all day today. They were very tired. Not only did their hands have blisters, but they also felt that their waists could not straighten up. Only then did he realize that plowing the ground was not an easy job.

The most powerful one is Xiaoliu, who can plow six or seven acres of land in one day, followed by the second brother, who also plows five or six acres of land. He and the elder brother are just about the same, who can plow four or five acres of land in one day.

Originally, the military camp stipulated that a male prisoner could plow three acres of land in one day, which was the limit of exploitation. Many men had to do it reluctantly. They were already very powerful. They not only completed their personal tasks, but also took over all the tasks of the women.

Qin Zhao struggled for a while and felt that he had no idea, so he brought it to Lu Songli, "It's quite sharp, but it's not easy to use."

Lu Songli was drinking the water Qin Sheng poured for her. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Third brother, this is not how it is used. You will know tomorrow."

At night, when he returned to the house and went to sleep, Qin Sheng was moaning and it was hard for Lu Songli not to notice.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Hands hurt——" Qin Sheng thought for a moment and added, "Back hurts——"

In fact, he didn't feel pain anywhere. He was completely imitating his third brother. In the evening, I heard him complain several times.

Lu Songli asked him, "Shall I give you a massage?" Her massage technique was pretty good.

I heard that he turned the floor the most today. If he exercises too much, he may experience swelling and pain in his arms. Just press it to push away the accumulated lactic acid.

"Okay!" When Qin Sheng heard this, he was so happy that he stood upright. He quickly stripped himself down to only a pair of underwear and lay down again.
Chapter completed!