After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 304 304 Versatile
Next to him, Wu Lin, who had been quietly tinkering with his own wood, spoke.

His eyes never left the thing in his hand, but he just spit out the answer calmly.

"A dog has three hundred and nineteen yuan bones, and its paws are a whole, with five fingers on the front paw and four fingers on the back paw. It takes three months for a growing dog to fracture."

Yao'er looked at Wu Lin in surprise.

"You know? My uncle knows how many bones are in a human body, but not in a dog."

Wu Lin didn't say anything more, he continued to focus on his things.

Yao'er looked at Wu Lin with curiosity in his eyes.

He thinks this person is really amazing, he is good-looking, he can do many things, and he knows these things.

Zhao Yuanle frowned slightly.

The reason why Wu Lin knew so clearly...

As if sensing Zhao Yuanle's gaze, Wu Lin looked up at her.

He saw the vigilance in Zhao Yuanle's eyes.

Therefore, when Yao'er asked about other things, he remained silent.

Seeing Wu Lin's reaction like this, Yao'er sighed like a grown-up.

"I can't help it..." This person is out of his mind, so it's hard to ask.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle found out the herbal medicine book and turned to the page on medicines for bruises.

"Here is a prescription, just these few herbs, you go to the house to find them, and give them to your brother."

He Ju, who had just walked into the room, couldn't help laughing when she heard this sentence, brother.

"A dog, a brother."

Yao'er was serious: "That's my brother!"

He Ju looked at Yao'er with a smile: "Okay, it's your brother, if you want to claw it, you can use the medicine in the cabinet."

Yao'er shook his head: "I want to make it myself."

He Ju laughed again.

"Oh, our youngest is so nice and smart."

Zhao Yuanlan, who was tossing his hair over there, sneered.

She really admired her mother, as long as her younger brother did something, she would look extremely happy.

He Ju smiled and pulled Yao'er in to find herbs.

Zhao Yuanle walked out of the room.

Wu Lin naturally followed.

Zhao Yuanle's gaze sank coldly, his brows furrowed, and he looked at him instantly.

Wu Lin still had a calm expression on his face.

Zhao Yuanle lowered his voice.

"I don't care what you used to be like, what habits you have, when you come to my house, you have to abide by my family's habits. If you let me know what you are doing out of line, I will do it directly."

Wu Lin: "Oh."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but turn up the volume.

"Oh?"

Wu Lin: "Huh?"

He knows, is there any question?

Zhao Yuanle: "If you know it, say you know it, oh what? I'm asking you something, do you know it?"

Wu Lin paused, and seeing Zhao Yuanle's vigilant and rather angry look, he quickly said, "Understood."

Zhao Yuanle was satisfied, and for a moment of curiosity, he leaned over to look at the results of Lin Busong's work all afternoon.

The piece of wood in his hand is almost finished again, and a luxury version of the pencil sharpener is about to be completed.

Zhao Yuanle thought about it and asked Wu Lin a question.

"How many can you do in a day?"

Wu Lin: "Two."

Zhao Yuanle: "What about the simplest pencil sharpener?"

Wu Lin looked at Zhao Yuanle, recalled the appearance of that simple pencil sharpener, and then said, "At least twenty."

Zhao Yuanle: "Most?"

Wu Lin: "If you find the right tools, you can make hundreds of them a day."

A light flashed in Zhao Yuanle's eyes.

"Appropriate tools?"

Wu Lin: "There are long sharp blades that are the same size as a pencil. Cut the size of the wood, insert it, and turn it. Then use another broad-edged knife to make a stroke on the top, and it's done in two steps."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help laughing when he heard Wu Lin's description.

"Then this, can't you buy it? Do you want you to do it yourself?"

Wu Lin nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Yuanle clapped his hands happily: "Okay, this kind of pencil sharpener is enough now, you should concentrate on getting the right tools."

Hearing this, Wu Lin put down his work and stretched out his hand to Zhao Yuanle.

"money."

Zhao Yuanle: "How much?"

Wu Lin: "To use steel well, you need a set of blacksmithing tools, a stove for burning molten iron, good charcoal, a special room, and..."

Zhao Yuanle coughed and stopped quickly.

"Are you going to build a blacksmith room?"

Wu Lin nodded as a matter of course.

"Correct."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then...forget it."

She thought that she could go to a blacksmith and discuss it again, and get a pair of such tools.

Wu Lin: "If someone else's work is not up to standard, I don't need it."

Zhao Yuanle paused for a moment, and asked, "Then what does it take to qualify?"

Wu Lin: "I saw it and thought it was suitable, so I called it qualified."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Wu Lin said again: "After finishing these, I can make screws and sharpen blades."

Zhao Yuanle stopped him.

"Even so, forget it."

But Wu Lin still stretched out his hand towards Zhao Yuanle.

He still wants money.

Zhao Yuanle asked the reason, and his attitude was serious: "I have a separate bucket, and I can move it now. The soap for showering, hair, and hand washing is gone."

Zhao Yuanle: "Didn't I buy it? If you dislike other people's use, you can foam up the top layer, skim the foam, and use it as a new one."

Wu Lin shook his head: "I only make it myself."

Who knows what is mixed with others, it is not to his liking anyway.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanle became energetic again.

"Can you make soap?"

Wu Lin: "Soap? The one I make doesn't smell good."

Zhao Yuanle explained: "The meaning of soap is that it can be used to wash your face, hair, and bath."

Wu Lin: "Washing your face, washing your hair, and taking a shower are all different."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but snapped his fingers.

"Yes, that's all."

Hearing this, Wu Lin added: "You can also do laundry."

Zhao Yuanle smiled.

She looked at Wu Lin with a sincere face.

"Letting you make a pencil sharpener and chop wood all day long is really a waste of talent. I think so. I can pay you to set up a soap making workshop."

Wu Lin: "I want to build my own house to live in."

Zhao Yuanle: "..." Then when will we be able to start making soap.

She thought for a while: "I'll help you make it together. After it's done, you make soap. If the things you make are easy to sell, expand the scale."

Wulin has no opinion on this.

Seeing that he did not object, Zhao Yuan couldn't help laughing.

She suddenly thought of the wild roses at the widow's house, paused, and then asked Wu Lin about this.

"Then, if I want to add flowers, herbs, or other things to it, can you figure out a suitable method?"

Wu Lin nodded: "It shouldn't be difficult."

Zhao Yuanle chuckled.

Seeing this, Wu Lin frowned slightly: "Don't smile like that, your skin is prone to wrinkles, it's ugly."

He couldn't take it.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

The two looked at each other, there was a moment of silence, and then there was a crisp snap.

(End of this chapter)