Master is not powerful, why do you think it's a sick cat?

Just your group of turtles, do you want to pinch the master?

This is simply wishful thinking!

For the enemy, Shen Lang has never been soft-hearted.

So this group of imperial historians who think that they are backed by the family and that the cattle are invincible.

At this moment, we must meet Shen Lang's revenge!

Aren't you good at reversing black and white?

Aren't you all clever and talkative?

Then the master will use the way you are best at to slap your b-face hard!

You are all worried, don't you want to see the peace of the Tang Dynasty?

As soon as these words came out, these imperial historians couldn't help but stand uneasy, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

After a brief moment of stunnedness, they burst into laughter.

It's just that false smile, it is difficult to hide the anger in their hearts.

It's hundreds of times more ugly than crying!

"General Shen, don't spew blood!"

"We just haven't had time to congratulate Your Majesty!"

The imperial historians said in defense against Shen Lang.

That face was so ugly.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty or not is your business, but General Ben thinks that this kind of nonsense should not be said. It's better to save some strength and worry more about the king. ”

Shen Lang said with great contempt and ridicule at this group of imperial historians who could only grind their mouths.

"You ......"

The Imperial Historian led by Shen Lang was angry and trembled.

But at this time, in the face of Shen Lang's ridicule, he was speechless!

"What are you? You lost, why don't you hurry up and give the money? ”

Shen Lang stretched out his slap as he spoke.

Although these imperial historians only bet 10,000 yuan, they can't stand the number of people!

Besides, the eldest grandson Wuji, the old yin goods, bet 100,000 yuan.

This adds up, there are two or three hundred thousand!

It's that easy to make money!

"I am willing to gamble and lose, and if you lose, give money immediately."

Li Er coughed dryly, holding back the excitement in his heart and said.

He bet on Shen Lang to win before, and the bet was 100,000 yuan.

Today he seems to have picked up 100,000 yuan for nothing!

Plus the advent of this new type of plough.

It's a double happiness!

Even Li Er has spoken, who would dare to repay the ministers of the DPRK and China who lost the bet?

Especially Sun Wuji, the elder of the old Yin goods, waved his hand and directly ordered someone to send 100,000 yuan.

The rest of the ministers also ordered people to send money one after another.

Looking at the money in the carriage and carriage, Shen Lang couldn't close his mouth with joy.

Naturally, he is not like Li Er, who regards money as a small life.

He doesn't care about money, it's about the value of the stalls!

Of course, if you have money, it is naturally the best thing to go to Pingkang to spend a lot of money and have fun.

"General, today you have made a great contribution to my Tang Dynasty. I wonder if this improved plough has a name? ”

Li Er asked Shen Lang with a smile.

"Back to Your Majesty, the minister has already named this improved plough."

Shen Lang replied without hesitation.

"What's your name?"

As the words fell, the smile on Li Er's face instantly froze.

Malegobi!

This improved plough is a powerful tool of the country.

But I want to go down in history!

Got a name?

It's the right name!

This kid surnamed Shen wants to take credit from me!

Although the unhappiness in Li Er's heart was all written on his face.

But Shen Lang saw it in his eyes, but he despised it in his heart.

Your sister's!

It seems that this Sea King plow can't be called!

"Back to Your Majesty, this plow is a Zhenguan plow."

Shen Lang pretended to ponder for a moment and said slowly.

There is no way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Who made Li Er the emperor who ruled the life and death of everyone?

In desperation, Shen Lang had no choice but to slap Li Er's loud ass.

This sycophant is afraid of not leaking, which makes the old yin goods and grandson Wuji sigh to himself.

Sure enough.

When Li Er heard the words 'Zhenguan Plough', he was instantly happy!

"That's a good name! You Aiqing must vigorously promote, let my Tang people have enough food and clothing, and let my Datang shock the world! ”

Li Er said happily.

Good your sister!

Facing Li Er's villain's triumphant expression, Shen Lang was full of deep contempt for him in his heart.

The artifact came out, and it easily earned 100,000 yuan.

Li Er is naturally in a good mood.

He chatted with Shen Lang for most of the day before returning with a full load of 100,000 yuan!

Now that Zhenguan Plough has come out, it is time for Shen Lang to make a lot of money by setting up a stall.

The eldest grandson, Wuji and Cheng Yanjin, were responsible for making ploughs, while Shen Lang was in charge of sales.

In order to popularize Zhenguan plough as soon as possible, he directly sent all the manpower out.

In the entire Chang'an City, Shen Lang's stalls are everywhere, selling Zhenguan plows.

Due to the limited quantity, Shen Lang directly priced one hundred.

Although this price is unaffordable for ordinary people, it is a drop in the bucket for those landlords and families.

Therefore, as soon as the first batch of Zhenguan ploughs went on the market, they were sold out.

By the time of the second and third batches, the price of Zhenguan ploughs gradually decreased.

After all, those local tyrants have almost bought it, and Shen Lang doesn't want to make money for the common people with a clear conscience.

Shen Lang, a conscientious merchant, made those local tyrants hate it.

But it made the people grateful.

For a time, Shen Lang's prestige in Chang'an City only rose!

Not only that, but the value of Shen Lang's stalls has risen sharply.

In less than two months, the value of the stalls reached 1 million.

Shen Lang did not hesitate to exchange for ten years of yang longevity.

At this time, he finally regained his lost face and life.

Looking at his skin in the mirror, which is whiter and more tender than before, and his handsome face.

Shen Lang was instantly stunned.

it!

So handsome!

"In the next life, the master must be a woman. Marry a man like me! ”

Shen Lang touched his chin and muttered extremely narcissistically.

In a blink of an eye, it entered the cold winter, and snowflakes also fell in Chang'an.

With the advent of winter, the stalls have also entered the off-season.

After all, it's too cold, isn't it a sin to go out and set up a stall?

Shen Lang stood in the middle of the courtyard, stretching out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes, while quietly listening to the sound of the falling snowflakes.

In this situation, if there is a young lady, it would be great to travel in the snow together!

It's better to park again to have sex in the snow forest late.

Isn't that going to be crooked?

But just when Shen Lang wanted to get into it.

The frontier has long been covered with heavy snow, but from time to time Turkic iron horsemen gallop by.

The cold winter is the most difficult season for the Turkic barbarians.

The endless snowfall, and the biting cold wind that kept going on day and night.

Let the Turkic barbarians be miserable.

But such a harsh environment made these Turkic barbarians even more ready to move.

The extinguished flames of war on the frontier are burning again!