Nongmen splendid, the master craftsman is three and a half years old

Chapter 299 The Mo Family
"Yes!"

Several people looked at the leader of Tianmen sitting at the top, "Mo Kun, what's going on?"

Mo Kun smiled and stroked his beard, "Uncles, what's the matter? My Mo family's family property is Motang. This hall of divine machine belongs to the royal family, so why not be afraid if you don't become the leader?"

Mo Kun raised his hand to stop several old people who were about to speak, "Although the Hall of Divine Machines has been held for hundreds of years, the owner of the hall was decided by the Lu family and my Mo family."

"But that's where the capable ones live. In the past hundred years, the Lu family's decline was not without the influence of the power of the Divine Machine Hall."

Playing with the mechanism Feiluan in his hand, "Don't be blinded by the power, the Mohism has developed to this day."

Mo Kun raised his eyes and stared at the people with different expressions, "Relying on inheritance and the spirit of never-ending research, Master Yu's academics are widely applicable to the development of the dynasty, from farmers to scholars." It is obvious to all, after this comparison, the Mohists are not wronged to lose."

Mo Kun didn't say a lot of things. The Mo family is famous for building mausoleums, which cost money and labor.

Although there are also farm tools and houses built, but compared with the electricity and synthetic fabrics made by Yu Manman, it is completely worthless. If I am Jingyi, I will definitely choose Yu Manman.

Manman looked sideways at Jiang Ziyu, "Although Mo Yuhe has deep thoughts, Yanshi has the same spirit, which is to respect the craftsman's special creations that strive for perfection!"

"Motang has never disappointed in the quality of persistence and concentration, but it is indeed a lot worse in terms of innovation and breakthrough."

Satisfied, he turned around and smiled at Wang Ziyu with his hands behind his back, "So, there is me." Tilting his head and retreating lightly, "The development of an era cannot be brought about by one person alone. Motang also helped me to achieve my current achievements. many."

Jiang Ziyu smiled, and stepped forward to hug Manman, "Yes, I forgot, Yu Gongshi is the guest of Motang."

"Besides, Yu Manman is the guest of my Motang." Mo Kun looked at the elder who wanted to persuade him and waved, "As the head of the Motang, I have the responsibility to promote the prosperous clan."

"But I also have the right to deal with those who bring disaster and ruin to the clan. If you are not convinced, you can compete with others openly. If you want me to know that someone is playing tricks, don't blame me for being merciless!"

Seeing that Mo Kui was so tough, Mo Pengxing had no choice but to get up and leave, "The words of the Patriarch are justified to me."

He turned his head and glanced at the old partners, "It's not unrelated to whether the Lu family is too close to the royal family. We are all Yanshi. Even if we have two hundred more minds to play tricks, we can't compare with others. Let it be like this."

With someone taking the lead, even if you have thoughts in your heart, it’s hard to mention it. Mo Kun watched several elders leave one after another, and threw the note in his hand to the candle beside him, "Stinky boy."

Mo Wei, who was accompanying him next to him, looked at his master's expression, feeling distressed and relieved, "Master, do the people from the south of the Yangtze River need to be slowly recalled to Shangjun, Shanyuan? Young master."

"It's okay, Yuhe is better than his father, and he will never be emotional."

Mo Kun turned his head and looked at the housekeeper beside him, "Mo Ming, please tell the lady in the backyard that Yuhe's marriage should be put on the agenda, although all the attention is on the utensils, there must be a woman who knows the cold and the hot.

"Yes."

In fact, Manman knew what Mo Yuhe was thinking, but from the very beginning, she didn't give the other party any expectations. Looking at Ziyu's affectionate eyes, she reached out and grabbed the big hand that ran down her broken hair, "It can only be Qing Ke."

The corner of Jiang Ziyu's mouth hooked slightly, "I know."

The two looked at each other, smiled and walked forward side by side. Every plant and tree in the villa was planted and constructed according to the aesthetics of the two.

Dafu shyly followed behind the two with his fists in his hands. He really wanted to see the couple have offspring after many years.
Jing'an was 37 years old.

For the people of Dajing, it was a year that was impressive and will never be forgotten.

This year is Jing'an 37, and it is also the first year of Jingtai, which is about to be replaced.

In the past few years, telecommunication machines have been located in 36 cities and continents in Dajing. The convenient communication method makes the transmission of information in the southeast and northwest faster and more convenient.

Hundreds of criss-crossing official roads have also been added in the past few years through heavy industrial machinery built by divine craftsmen.

Countless people began to muster up the courage to go out of the villages, prefectures and counties. Suddenly, there were many merchants, and people's vision and writing style continued to improve.

Although the food and clothing cannot make all the people in Dajing have no worries about food and clothing, it still makes people clearly feel that the dynasty is more prosperous and powerful.

Jiang Ziyu looked at the people lying leisurely in the yard with their stomachs in their arms while holding the oily cold noodles, "It's ready, let's get up and eat."

Due to her pregnancy, her cheeks became more plump and tender. Manman pressed the button on the rocking chair to stand up, turned her head and looked around, "Mother and grandma are not here, are they?"

"Not here." The corners of Jiang Ziyu's mouth curled up slightly, and he stirred the cold noodles evenly and fed them to the other party's mouth, "But you can't say afterwards that I made it for you secretly."

"Hey, they know it even if you don't tell me." It may be because of pregnancy, the taste is very repetitive in this autumn season.

What Man Man thought of yesterday was steaming firewood chicken, but today she especially craves spicy and numbing cold noodles.

Looking up at Jiang Ziyu with a smile, "But mother and the others are definitely not willing to talk about you."

Manman didn't need to do anything while eating the noodles that were handed to his mouth. The bowl of noodles was quickly finished, and he touched his round belly with satisfaction, "I can see Dangdang in two months~"

Touching her double chin with both hands, Manman looked down at her head resting on her stomach, "I'm finally about to be free."

"Thank you." Since Jiang Ziyu knew that she had a child, her demeanor became more gentle and refined, and she stood up to support Manman, "Come on, get up and walk."

"Man, look at what grandma bought you." Wang yelled as she pulled the basket of the cart without seeing anyone.

After coming to Jinling, it was only this year that Manman became pregnant, and Wang's temperament gradually changed back to the original heroic and cheerful.

Manman didn't look back, now that she has an almost eight-month-old belly, and she walks slowly, as expected, Mrs. Wang ran to her in a short while.

He glanced at the basket curiously, "Huh?"

Looking at the familiar wild fruit inside, Manman looked at the wrinkled Wang with a smile in surprise, "It's a wild raspberry." As soon as she finished speaking, Manman salivated involuntarily.

Wang looked at the greedy granddaughter, "I knew you would like it. You said you and Ziyu are so cute, why is the little girl in your stomach so naughty?"

She bent down and leaned closer to her stomach and laughed, "Isn't it, naughty." Wang straightened up and looked at the two, "I don't think it's necessary to call it Dangdang, it should be called Pipi."

"Okay, then it's called Pippi." Manman nodded without principle, her eyes were looking at the basket, and she wanted to stretch her hand into it unconsciously, "Ouch."

Being kicked by her own daughter, Manman looked down at her stomach angrily and said viciously, "If you dare to kick me again, believe it or not, I will change it to Pippi for you."

(End of this chapter)