After the crown princess was reborn, she was overwhelmed with farming!

Chapter 48

When Wu Dong's family was confused about how Miss Rong knew so much, they opened a blueprint and saw the scythe on it, their eyes widened instantly.

The sickle on the market has a semi-curved shape, and the handle is not long. It is not so easy to mow grass at ordinary times, and you need to bend over and get up constantly.

The sickle on the Nalanjing map has several steps, each of which is a person holding a handle of a sickle several meters long, and the sickle obviously has an extra pole on the basis of the prototype, and there are four knives on the pole , and there is a baffle behind the knife, when the grass is harvested, the grass can be collected in one place.

It says weed killer.

Wu Dong's family turned to the second page, which said sharp tools for harvesting rice.

The sickle for cutting rice is different from the one for cutting grass. The handle of the sickle is very short. Since it has sawtooth on it?

Sawtooth... Sawtooth seems to be faster than a blunt knife to cut rice roots. Why didn't he think of it, why didn't they think of it, and the whole iron shop in Qingshan Town didn't think of it.

Wu Dong's heart was pounding, and he continued to flip, this is...

Ordinary farmers harvest rice by holding the root of the rice with both hands and repeatedly hitting it hard on the wooden ladder until the rice is completely knocked off, which is tiring and slow.

The drawing shows the gears for harvesting rice. Put the rice in your hand, step on the pedal, the gears will roll, and the rice will automatically fall off and fall into the rice storage box below.

Wu Dong's family was drooling with excitement. With these things, his factory will definitely become the number one iron shop in Southern Chu!

Nalan Jing gave the things to Wu Dong's family and asked him to notify her if he had any urgent matters.

Wu Dong's family looked at Nalan Jing now, looking at the God of Wealth, and politely sent him out. The worries on his face had long been swept away, and he walked into the factory in high spirits, and called the masters to discuss and make decisions.

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In the evening, when Rong Yu and Rong Qian came back from the college, the two returned home, put away their book bags, and went to the ground with a sickle and a bucket.

The wasteland will continue to be reclaimed, the grass will be mowed, and the land will be plowed with oxen.

Now it is much easier to plow the land with oxen instead of digging with hoes.

Just mowing the lawn is still hard work.

Rong Qian was sweating profusely in the grass, and Rong Yu wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.

The two brothers took turns mowing the grass, with blisters on their palms, panting from exhaustion, Rong Yu said: "This sickle is too tiring to mow grass. It would be great if there was something like a plow."

Since they used double-sided plows to plow the land, they have been fascinated by the feeling of opening up hundreds of acres in a day, but mowing the grass is too slow.

Nalan Jing happened to come over with the improved sickle, and she held the long handle in both hands, and swung it towards the two-meter-high weeds.

Where the sickle passed, the weeds fell instantly, and the sickle retracted, and the weeds gathered aside.

Without even needing a waist, a small open space was instantly cut.

Rong Qian: "..."

Rong Yu: "..."

Oh my god, my wishes come true so quickly, my sister-in-law must be a fairy!
Nalanjing tried it a few times and felt satisfied, so he could let the iron shop increase production.

She turned her head and saw Rong Qian's eyes were shining with wolf light, he jumped up from the ground with a cry, snatched the long handle from her hand, and swung it towards the overgrown grass, with an absolute motive of revenge!
Nalan Jing looked at Rong Yu with question marks all over 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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A few days passed, and Nalanjing counted the days, thinking that it would be a month in a few days, and she would go to Fucheng to return for Su Shirong's consultation.

But right now she still has a lot of things to do. Every day at the iron shop, she has to go to the iron shop to instruct the master to beat the machine. Wu Dong's family also wants to ask her about the branch of the iron shop. Planting Dracaena...

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

Guard: "Miss Rong, please stay!"

Nalanjing's memory is excellent, and he recognized the person at a glance, but he was very confused: "It's not yet time for the return visit, why did your son come here at this time?"

Could it be that something happened to Su Shirong?
It shouldn't be, if the treatment doesn't work, it won't be just now.

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

Nalan Jing raised his eyebrows, got into the guard's carriage and went to the tea house.

In the same room, a row of guards guarded the door, and when they saw someone coming up, they stared at her sharply.

Nalan Jing paused as he went upstairs.

The guard hurriedly turned his head and asked concerned: "What's the matter, Miss Rong?"

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

The guard looked at her face and didn't see any fear, but she said she was afraid, maybe she was afraid.

The guard quickly took out the 50 taels of silver from his bosom, and comforted him: "Miss Rong, don't be afraid, our master is just a bit special, so he brings so many people out, you see..."

Nalanjing took the 50 taels of silver and nodded, "I see."

The guard secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had expected it and paid money from his superiors, so he finally calmed him down.

Nalanjing followed behind the guards, went up the stairs, and entered the box.

Boiling water was still burning in the middle of the Arhat bed, and the room was already filled with the aroma of tea. A middle-aged man sat cross-legged next to the tea set, his appearance was five points like Su Shiqin's.

Nalanjing roughly guessed who it was, and after entering, the guard first respectfully called out to the middle-aged man, "Master."

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

How is it a little woman?He thought he would be older...

Nalan Jing greeted him politely against his dissatisfied gaze: "Master Su."

The guards have already called the master, is she right?

Asking her to kneel down and call Mrs. Futai, she finds it troublesome!
Su Zhi was not dissatisfied with the title, and nodded towards her: "Miss Rong, you cured Shirong?"

Nalanjing nodded slightly, and said: "I still need to go back to the doctor, it's not good enough."

Seeing her calm demeanor, Su Zhi lessened the dissatisfaction in his eyes, and said, "Who is your medical teacher?"

Nalanjing's face remained unchanged and he said: "My teacher doesn't want to disclose, but I hope Master Su will understand."

Su Zhi frowned. He wanted to invite Nalan Jing's master, but Nalan Jing's attitude made him a little uncomfortable.

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

Ordinary people would have been frightened out of their wits when they heard the majestic master of the government say such things, but Nalan Jing just shook his head apologetically: "The master has passed away, I can't disobey his orders, and I ask Master Su to forgive me. "

Seeing that what she said didn't seem to be fake, Su Zhi calmed down a bit, and said: "I want to invite you to the doctor to treat a person. Is Miss Rong available recently?"

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

(End of this chapter)