"If I continue this, I will become a city of crime."

Looking at the backs of the father and son of Zangjie leaving, Liu Zhe muttered, but he just muttered. So what if it was a crime paradise? Now it is ancient times, not later generations. As long as there is real material, Liu Zhe will accept all those who commit crimes or not. I don’t know when the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms will come. It is a chaotic era. Naturally, the more military generals, the better, otherwise he will be unable to defeat four hands with two fists!

"Master!" In the evening, the theater convener came to Liu Zhe. He first reported today's work content, and then said to Liu Zhe: "There is no problem with the resettlement of the refugees, but they still lack some farm tools. I plan to go to the city again tomorrow and create a batch to come back."

"Farm tools?" Liu Zhe heard this and remembered that in his high school history class, he said that ancient farm tools were somewhat different from later farmers. The farm tools in later generations were naturally more efficient than the current farm tools. It just so happened that Liu Zhe's hometown was in the countryside, so he knew what some basic farm tools looked like.

So Liu Zhe said, "Let me go."

Liu Zhe was bored at home, so he took the opportunity to go to the city to take a walk.

"No, lord, these are all rough work, just let me do it." As expected, the theater meeting opposed it. In his opinion, these things were rough work, not done by someone like Liu Zhe.

"What does it matter?" Liu Zhe said: "Don't tell me about whether it's rough or not. These things are not embarrassing."

"Master, this matter does not match your identity." The theater convened continued to try to persuade him.

"Don't say that." Liu Zhe said: "You and I are both human beings, so don't distinguish between superiors and inferiority. And I am the master, so you have to listen to me. I'll make this decision tomorrow. I will build farm tools and help Dian Wei and the others build weapons. They are guards and patrol with wooden sticks. It's too unreasonable." Liu Zhe made the decision with the master's identity and did not allow the theater to object.

When the theater meeting saw that Liu Zhe had decided, he could not object, so he could only follow Liu Zhe's intentions.

The next morning, Liu Zhe got up, and after eating something, he set off with the four chief guards in the southeast, west and north. At the same time, they also brought a cart of wine and twenty jars. Liu Zhe had signed an agreement with Zhu Rui, and one jar of wine was reduced to eighty gold and one jar, and it was supplied for a long time.

After arriving in Gaoyang City, I first delivered the wine to Zhu Rui. Zhu Rui's Tianxi Teahouse is no longer as simple as a teahouse. Due to the wheat liquid of Liu Zhe, Tianxi Teahouse is already overcrowded. Many people come for wheat liquid, and their business is extremely prosperous, which makes Zhu Rui and his son laugh every day.

In comparison, Wu Yi's restaurant business has plummeted, and it is impossible to think it is too much to use it. Anyone who has drunk wheat liquid does not want to go to Wu Yi's restaurant to drink those tasteless wines. They would rather come to Tianxi Teahouse to queue up to drink an expensive wheat liquid.

After turning off the banquet between Zhu Rui and his son, Liu Zhe brought the four great kings to a blacksmith shop in Gaoyang City. Zhu Rui said that this was the best blacksmith shop in Gaoyang City.

"A few objectives, but what do you want?"

This shop, which reads "Wang Family Blacksmith Shop", is not big. It is transformed from the front yard of a house with farm tools hanging around the walls.

As soon as Liu Zhe came in, a young man came up immediately. He was about twenty-five or six years old and had a red body. Because of his life as a blacksmith, his skin looked dark and shiny.

"Are you the boss here?" Liu Zhe asked.

"Yes, here is the owner of this blacksmith shop, and objectively called me Wang Er."

"I want to create some farm tools here for you." Liu Zhe pointed to the farm tools by the wall and said, "But it is not this kind of thing, but other shapes."

"I wonder what kind of farm tools to build objectively?" Wang Er asked.

"Are there any paper?"

Wang Er shook his head and took Liu Zhe to a sand table. The sand table was a square covered with fine sand. Wang Er said to Liu Zhe: "If you want to draw objectively, you can draw it on it."

Liu Zhe picked up a wooden stick and drew on the sand table. However, Liu Zhe was not good at painting, so he said to Wang Er, "I say, you can fight as I say."

Rakes and hoes have actually existed in this era, but Liu Zhe simplified the complex and directly brought hoes and iron rakes that looked like later generations to this era, so that Wang Er, who had been building farm tools all his life, shining his eyes.

However, when Liu Zhe described the Quyuan Plough of later generations, Wang Er was shocked.

He built agricultural tools for a living, and he could see at a glance that the function of this plow was far greater than the straight plow we used now.

Such farm tools are simply incredible!

Wang Er's eyes shone!
Chapter completed!