The next morning, in that remote practice room, Jiao Ming inquired about the situation of the four people. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Binglian also explained one by one.

The first is the false monk, a traveling dervish from that theocratic state in the south-central part of the continent, who calls himself Den Ryan Mar, which translates to the mystery of rubble.

"Anyway, we don't seem to be very friendly with the other two theocratic countries here, right? Why do you let him in casually?" Jiao Ming knew very little about the overall situation on the mainland, but he only learned from the private goods sandwiched in the book by the author of the new compilation of "Four Elephant Meditation Methods" that the relationship between the three major forces was not harmonious.

"The Master of Marr had produced the United Kingdom's supporting documents, and had sworn to the gods that he had no ill intentions, so there was no need to worry. ”

"You have visas here, too. After Jiao Ming heard this, he said with a smile. "What about Uncle Flashscale?"

"In this war, he was promoted to the fifth rank and was no longer the illegitimate son of the Flying Fish family, but became the first patriarch of the Black Fishtail family. Binglian's tone became higher, and she seemed to be very excited, completely like a little girl who had turned on the gossip mode.

"That's really gratifying. Jiao Ming didn't think that Binglian's interest was that people had been promoted and raised, but just congratulated him in passing.

"You saw the maid too, right?"

"Yes, how can there be a story?" Jiao Ming probably guessed the key.

"The personal maid needs to be educated in aristocratic etiquette and other business aspects, and there is no personal maid configuration for illegitimate children, and the maid of the sharp bone turned out to be a pure servant, but the sharp bone has made it clear that she is the master mother of the Black Fishtail family. After saying that, Binglian sang a common phrase in a strange key: "Love is really great." ”

Jiao Ming's eyelids jumped, as if he saw those literary girls on the earth who fell into a fantasy world with romance novels.

"Nobody has any objection to this kind of thing, is it not in aristocratic tradition?"

"It's true, and there will be objections, but it's not a big problem. We don't have as many stinking rules here as in the South. "Binglian is already a complete supporter of this marriage.

"Finally, let's talk about the woman, how sad she looked. ”

"She is the Countess of Yellow Leaves, her husband died of illness at the beginning of the year, and her personal maid was also killed in this war, so ......" Speaking of this, Binglian was also a little sad. "This time I came here to recuperate, and at the same time to announce the recruitment of a personal maid. ”

At this point, Jiao Ming has a rough idea.

In the afternoon, Jiao Ming rode a bull to the construction site as usual, and the old door panel also rode a bull, but he chased after him from behind, looking like he wanted to say something and stopped.

"Something to say, the old skin and old face are still shy?"

"Someone came in from that cowshed last night. ”

"Huh?" Jiao Ming became a little interested.

"It's the bald head from yesterday, and the one with six burn scars on his head......"

"Oh. "Jiao Ming knew that the fake monk was an ascetic, but he didn't expect it to be so 'bitter'. "It's okay, he won't steal cattle. ”

"But he slept half a night, sat half a night. When he was sitting, he was still muttering scriptures, and the little ones were panicked. The old door panel said with palpitations.

Jiao Ming realized that he might have overlooked one thing: "Are you still sleeping in the cowshed?"

"yes. The old door panel replied as a matter of course.

Jiao Ming smacked his lips, showed an embarrassed smile and said: "I've forgotten about this for so many days, you can sleep back in the original room tonight, I guess this cow shouldn't make trouble." ”

"This little one has known for a long time. The old door panel was a little embarrassed and said: "But I am a little reluctant to this cow, and it will not be practical if I don't sleep next to it." ”

Jiao Ming said darkly, I, this situation must be verified with Xiaoshi, I have never paid attention to the gender of the cow in the old door panel, and I don't know what the world thinks about some large-span romances. Nodding quietly, "Then you can try to let that fake monk sleep in the stable at night, you can sleep in the cowshed if you want, but you can't sleep until winter, right?"

"The little one understands, and he will return when the weather is cold. ”

Jiao Ming nodded, and said with concern: "You save the old bones, maybe you can still see your great-grandson, but you have to cherish it." ”

The old door panel was stunned when he heard it, and then his face became exciting, his eyebrows jumped, the corners of his mouth twitched, and between various changes in his expression, Jiao Ming couldn't understand the expression of the old door board with his life experience.

......

The addition of a few people to the castle brought a small change to daily life, but it made the project difficult: all the top three child laborers went back to physical education classes. And that sharp bone uncle became the assistant coach of the white-haired muscular old man, and he had a great time playing with those little guys.

Jiao Ming looked at the deserted river beach construction site, and could only smile, and then while thinking about how to further tempt those villagers, he turned around and went to the cement kiln to see the situation.

The situation of the cement furnace kiln is even worse, the river beach construction site can still use the remaining cement and bricks to dry slowly, but it has almost stopped production here, there are strange little guys involved, the step of moving raw materials out of the mountain is not slowed down, and the kiln is also used by Binglian alone for four people, and finally burned out the kiln cement that was half loaded when he left in a hurry yesterday.

"Why don't you rest first? Jiao Ming persuaded. At this time, Binglian was sitting in the small pavilion on the second floor of the warehouse, fanning the wind with her hands, and her face was also sad.

"What can you do?"

Jiao Ming shook his head helplessly, unable to look directly at Binglian's hopeful gaze: "I just feel that something is wrong, I can't think of a way." ”

"Anyway, there's good news for you, I've just become a fire mage of the Five Rings. ”

"It's up. Congratulations!" Jiao Ming's congratulations came from the bottom of his heart: "The five rings at this age are also rare, right?"

"It's rare. Binglian didn't look very happy: "But if I cultivate a magic warrior, it should be seven rings by now." ”

"On the surface, five is bigger than a seven and a two!"

"Do you think this is a Zakin flower?" said Binglian angrily.

After laughing, Jiao Ming pointed to the coolies below who were still working slowly: "There is a problem with this method, I should have learned this knowledge, but I can't remember it clearly." My advice is to take a break. ”

"Another question that I can't figure out, I haven't figured out the matter of hiring villagers yet, right?" Binglian asked rhetorically.

"I told you a long time ago, I am an ordinary person in our world, and it takes time for ordinary people to think about problems. Jiao Ming spread his hands, and his subordinates did not have the panic when they were questioned by the boss.

"Listen to you, pack up the existing materials and call it a day. ”

After the coolies had collected the cement from the furnace and deposited it on the first floor of the barn, they took a group of coolies to the river beach, threw them to the small door board and the wooden spoon to direct the planting of pasture, and then returned to the castle.

Jiao Ming rode a hammer along the way, but he was thinking about what was wrong, and finally his thoughts fell on the word demand, building a new cowshed was regarded as the need of himself and Binglian, and he and Binglian did not have enough ability to pay.

So who has the ability to pay for the crocodile lords? Naturally, these noble lords, large and small. How do you get them to need cement? Naturally, it's to build a house.

Jiao Ming slapped his thigh and asked the ice lotus beside him: "That sharp bone promoted to baron, he has to build a castle." ”

"The location of the territory has not yet been decided, and the castle will be built after the autumn harvest next year at the earliest, and the new baron may not have enough food to build a castle. Binglian was naturally very familiar with the noble set, and replied to Jiao Ming very clearly.

"Are there any families who want to renovate or expand the castle?" Jiao Ming then asked.

"That's true, why are you asking this?"

"Sell cement!" Jiao Ming said excitedly.