Thomas sat in his cold living room, the muscles of his cheeks throbbing suddenly, and the eldest lady of the Malaton family, Thrydes Maraton, who was as fat as a pig, stood beside him with a grim face

"You dare to buy a house for a dozen purple dinars? It's made of gold? Okay, Thomas, I'm just going back to my mother's house, you dare to do this, will you turn the sky upside down next time I'm not there?"

If it weren't for the help of my Maradon family, you would be just a young nobleman!

.........”

As his wife scolded him, Thomas's face became more and more gloomy, and all the insults he had received in the past few decades came to his heart, and he stood up in anger and slapped the chattering Thrydes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was a "snap", because of the excessive force, Thrydes only felt her head buzzing, and then time seemed to slow down a lot, and a disgusting object full of holes, dark yellow and black, stretched sticky silk threads in a graceful arc in the air.

It wasn't until the huge pain in her mouth came up that Thrydes came back to her senses, it turned out that the disgusting thing that had just flown was her own teeth, and she touched her hot cheeks and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief with a hideous face and hot air spewing from her nostrils.

This is her husband who is always submissive?

But..... Thrydes touched her cheeks, which had begun to be red and swollen, and there was a strange pleasure in her heart, as if she often went back to her mother's house to have fun with those handsome strong slaves, recalling the intestinal battle that she had experienced only a few days ago, Thrydes suddenly felt a tightness in her lower body, and the urge to urinate kept coming up.

After Thrydes shut up, the living room fell silent.

Thomas's anger was vented with this slap, and as time passed, Thomas gradually came to his senses, and watched Thrydes' appearance become even uglier because of the red and swollen cheeks, and fear and disgust welled up.

Thomas settled down, waiting for the next storm, but after a while, the whole living room was still quiet, strange, usually just a little disobedient, this tigress will frantically pounce on herself and scratch her face, what's going on?

He secretly glanced at Thrydes, who seemed to be in a daze not far away, coughed, and continued to yell with the courage that had not yet disappeared

"Why are you still here? Why don't you get back to me?"

Thrydes was startled, and under the strange feeling in her heart, she didn't get angry as usual, but walked back with her head lowered and her eyes lowered. As I walked, I wondered, what happened to me?

She didn't know that Thomas had grown a mouth behind his back, and she was also puzzled in her heart.

Looking at Thrydes' burly and majestic back than himself, Thomas foamed in disgust, today's slap was like an awakening, and for the first time, Thomas saw the essence of Thrydes, and he had actually shared the bed with such an ugly woman for so many years!

Aside from Thrydes' chatter, Thomas returned to his chair, frowning and thinking about the contract he had signed not long ago.

It's been a month, and Sherlock has really sent himself a large amount of gold coins and food and other supplies, just like the contract, even more than his previous harvest in a month!

Now he was curious about one thing, if Thomas was given the choice to sign such a contract now, but in the warm sleepy room of the sales office, surrounded by a sofa that was so soft that as soon as he sat down, he would sink into it and be surrounded.

Drinking the kind of thing called wine, especially when Charlotte also sent a sweet fruit wine, after a while, there was a feeling of dizziness, dizziness as if it continued to be like being in the clouds, and the beautiful woman called the sales lady specially called by Charlotte.

Under the gentle words, he actually signed the contract in a daze!

Recall that it seems that everyone in the entire sales office is in this state, that is.... This was deliberately created by Sherlock?

Thomas has been able to mix from the son-in-law of the Malaton family to his current status in just a dozen years.

If everything is designed, then Sherlock's purpose is in question.....

Is that kind of thing called a villa good? It's good, but it's just a house, no matter how hard Sherlock blows, what kind of holy city craftsman, a house can't be built?

But now that the contract has been signed, it is impossible to go back on it, and especially after Sherlock has bought off the city lord, it is even more impossible to tear up the contract.

But..... Thomas's eyes flashed with a gleam and he laughed gloomily, the Emerald City was set aside by Sherlock, but the Northland was not the only Emerald City!

He could have gone to other big cities and built houses like Sherlock!

Thinking of this, Thomas stood up suddenly, walked out the door quickly, and shouted loudly

"Butler, prepare a car for me, go to the craftsman's shed!"

Just as Thomas thought of a little, the other nobles began to think of the same point sooner or later, and even started the construction work sooner or later!

All the nobles who can survive in this era until now, none of them are fools!

..............

"What are you talking about, can't you cover it?" the other Emerald City nobleman's eyes widened, staring viciously at the trembling craftsman who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

Allen, as the second-ranked nobleman in the Emerald City, is not like other small nobles, all the public ** subordinates and self-raised slaves were taken away by Sherlock according to the contract, and only those domestic slaves who live in the house all the year round are not wanted.

So Alan immediately found the artisan slaves in his family who specialized in building houses, and asked them to build the same house as it was at once.

To his surprise, after trying for a while, the craftsman told him that he couldn't cover it!

Alan kicked the kneeling craftsman over

"What's the use of raising you! It costs me so much food every year, and it's just a house, and I can't build it?"

The emaciated craftsman hurriedly knelt down again after being kicked down, pleading

"Master, it's true that we can't build it, we built a one-story house like yours before, as long as there are columns, just stack them with polished stones, but the kind of three-story house you said, and you can't see a pillar in the room, we can't build it!"

Please let us go!"

Alan's chest rose and fell twice rapidly, and he walked around the room irritably, and then his eyes lit up

"Sherlock, aren't they building a house?

Go, I'll arrange for you to get in, and then give me a good study.......!

He bared his teeth and let out a few sneers.

The craftsman's body trembled twice and bowed his head deeply.

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Real estate is not the goal, just to gather the population, Yangcun is still a planned economy, there is no such thing as money. I'll write it according to my own plan, this chapter is just an explanation.