After the rebirth of the queen princess, her farming is also overwhelmed!

Chapter 48 Su Fu Terrace

When Wu Dongjia was confused about how Miss Rong knew so much, he opened a drawing and saw the sickle on it, and his eyes instantly widened.

The sickles on the market have a semi-curved shape and a short handle. It is not that easy to cut grass and requires constant bending and standing up.

The sickle on Nalanjing's picture is drawn in several steps, each of which shows a person holding a sickle handle several meters long. The sickle obviously has an extra pole based on the prototype, and there are four knives on the pole.

, and there is a baffle behind the knife, so that when the grass is harvested, the grass can be collected in one place.

It says weed killer tool.

Wu Dongjia turned to the second page, which read rice cutting tools.

The sickle used to cut rice is different from the sickle used to cut grass. The handle of the sickle is very short. Since it has serrations on it?

Sawtooth... Sawtooth seems to cut rice roots faster than a dull knife. Why didn't he think of it? Why didn't they think of it? The entire iron shop in Qingshan Town didn't think of it.

Wu Dongjia's heart was pounding and he continued to read. This is...

When ordinary farmers harvest rice, they hold the rice root with both hands and tap it repeatedly on the wooden ladder until the rice is completely knocked off, which is tiring and slow.

The drawing shows a gear for harvesting rice. You hold the rice in your hand and put it in. When you step on the pedal, the gear rolls and the rice will automatically fall off and fall into the rice bin below.

Wu Dongjia was so excited that his mouth watered. With these things, his factory will definitely become the number one iron shop in Southern Chu!

Nalanjing gave the things to Wu Dong's family and asked him to notify her if there was anything urgent.

Wu Dongjia looked at Nalanjing now, looking at the God of Wealth. He politely sent the person out. The worries on his face had long been wiped away. He walked into the factory with high spirits and summoned the master craftsmen to discuss decisions.

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In the evening, Rong Yu and Rong Qian came back from the academy. They returned home, put away their school bags, and went to the ground with their sickles and buckets.

The wasteland will continue to be reclaimed. To clear the wasteland, the grass must be cut and oxen must be used to plow the land.

Nowadays, it is much easier to plow the land with oxen instead of plowing the land with hoes.

Just mowing the grass is still very hard.

Rong Qian was sweating profusely in the grass, and Rong Yu took a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

The two brothers took turns going to the field to mow the grass. There were blisters on their palms. They gasped from exhaustion. Rong Yu said, "It's too tiring to cut the grass with this sickle. It would be nice if there was something like a plow."

Since they used a double-sided plow to plow the land, they have become obsessed with the feeling of clearing hundreds of acres of land in a day, but mowing the grass is too slow.

Nalanjing happened to come over carrying an improved sickle. She held the long handle with both hands and swung it towards the two-meter-high weeds.

Wherever the sickle passed, the weeds fell instantly. When the sickle was retracted, the weeds gathered aside.

Without even using your waist, you can instantly cut out a small piece of open space.

Rong Qian: "..."

Rong Yu: "..."

Oh my god, my wishes come true so quickly, my sister-in-law must be a fairy!

Nalanjing tried it several times and found it quite satisfactory, so he could let the iron shop increase production.

She turned around and saw Rong Qian's eyes flashing with wolfish light. He jumped up from the ground with a roar, grabbed the long handle in her hand, and swung it towards the overgrown grass with absolute revenge!

Nalanjing looked at Rong Yu with a question mark on his face.

Rong Yu smiled politely, but in her heart, she must not know how many suffering people she has benefited.

He and Rong Qian are one of them!

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Time flew by and several days passed. Nalanjing was counting the days, thinking that it would be a month in a few days and she would go to Fucheng to see Su Shirong for a follow-up visit.

But right now, she still has a lot of things to do. She has to go over to the iron shop every day to give instructions to the old masters on how to make tools. The Wu Dong family also wants to ask her about opening a branch of the iron shop. When she gets home, she has to open up wasteland and improve the soil.

Planting dragon blood trees…

Nalanjing was so busy that as soon as he came out of the iron shop, he was stopped by a guard.

Guard: "Miss Rong, please stay!"

Nalanjing's memory was very good. He recognized the person at a glance, but he was very confused and said: "The time for return consultation has not come yet, why did your young master come here at this time?"

Could it be that something happened to Su Shirong?

It shouldn't be. If the treatment is ineffective, it won't come to your door now.

The guard said respectfully: "Miss Rong, please take a step to speak."

Nalanjing raised his eyebrows, got into the guard's carriage and went to the teahouse.

It was still the same room, with a row of guards guarding the door. When someone came up, they stared at her sharply.

Nalanjing paused as he went upstairs.

The guard quickly turned around and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Miss Rong?"

Nalanjing took a step back and said, "I'm scared!"

The guard looked at her face and saw no fear, but she said she was afraid, so maybe she was afraid.

The guard quickly took out the fifty taels of silver from his arms and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, little lady Rong. Our master just has a special status and that's why he takes so many people out. Look..."

Nalanjing took the fifty taels of silver and nodded: "That's it."

The guard secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had foreseen it and had money from his superiors, so he was finally comforted.

Nalanjing followed the guard politely, went up the stairs, and entered the box.

There was still boiling water burning in the center of the Arhat bed, and the aroma of tea was already filling the room. Sitting cross-legged next to the tea set was a middle-aged man who looked about half as much like Su Shiqin.

Nalanjing roughly guessed who it was. After entering, the guard first respectfully called the middle-aged man "Sir."

The middle-aged man raised his eyes and saw the person coming, and frowned subconsciously.

Why is she a young woman? He thought she would be older...

Nalanjing faced his dissatisfied look and greeted him politely: "Master Su."

The guards have all called me master, is it right for her to call her that way?

She finds it troublesome to ask her to kneel down and call Mr. Futai!

Su Zhi was not dissatisfied with the title and nodded towards her: "Miss Rong, was it you who cured Shirong?"

Nalanjing nodded slightly and then said: "It still needs a follow-up visit, so it's not very thorough."

Su Zhi saw her calm temperament, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes faded a little, and he said, "Who is your medical master?"

Nalanjing's expression remained unchanged and said: "My master doesn't want to disclose it, but I hope Mr. Su can forgive me."

Su Zhi frowned. He originally wanted to invite Nalanjing's master, but Nalanjing's attitude made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Su Zhi's voice became lighter: "Are you unwilling to say it?"

Ordinary people would have been frightened when they heard the dignified Master Futai say such words, but Nalanjing just shook his head apologetically: "My master has passed away, I cannot disobey his order, and I ask Master Su to forgive me.

"

Su Zhi saw that what she said didn't seem to be fake, and his aura calmed down a little, and then he said: "I want to ask you to go out and treat someone. Does Mrs. Rong have time recently?"

Nalanjing thought about it seriously and then said: "I'm afraid it will take a while. I really can't get away for a while."

(End of chapter)