Bai Ming slapped Feng Qingchen's hand slightly, as if he was about to caress the hand on the back of the little white marquis, and pushed it apart, as if he was pulling a ball of dirty things.

The little white mink cried even more aggrieved.

Feng Qingchen ignored its crying and only focused on pleasing Bai Mingwei: "You seem to be in a bad mood, what happened?"

Bai Mingwei did not hide it: "I have never regarded problems as troubles, because there will always be ways to solve problems, so there are no troubles."

"I'm thinking about the problem of spring plowing next year. The lack of seeds in Qiangcheng may cause spring plowing to fail as usual."

Feng Qingchen asked her: "Have you thought of a solution?"

Bai Mingwei replied to him: "I just asked Brother Jiang to help count the number of seeds and fields. Only by understanding all the situation clearly can we make the next plan."

Feng Qingchen raised his lips: "Then I must have the ability to predict the future. To be more precise, we have a clear understanding of each other."

Bai Mingwei stood in front of him: "Talk about things."

Feng Qingchen is really tall and has a slender figure. Even if a burly person like Wei Xiao stands beside him, he will not compare him.

Bai Mingwei happened to reach his ear, and the two stood face to face, but they were as pleasing as a perfect match.

Feng Qingchen wanted to deliberately keep it a secret, but Bai Mingwei didn't give him a chance at all, so he immediately told the truth: "Just just now, Mr. Gongsun asked me what to eat for dinner, so we started talking about a lot of things from dinner."

"During the chat, I learned that Mr. Gongsun designed a plow rake, which was light and sharp, and could not be used to plow oxen, but could also be pulled by manpower."

"There are also farm tools such as hoes, rakes, and picks. They are designed by Mr. Gongsun, which are definitely much lighter and easier to use than what is popular nowadays."

"As far as I know, the oxen in these cities were slaughtered by the Beiyan army as a military ration, but it doesn't matter. Haven't you promised to help the people cultivate land? Just let the soldiers go to the fields to train."

"On the one hand, it can solve the problem of people not having plowing oxen, and on the other hand, it can also try different exercise methods to help soldiers strengthen their physical fitness."

While speaking, Feng Qingchen approached her: "You are not a god, you can help for a while but not for a lifetime. After you get through the most difficult year, if the people cannot live their lives, they will not be hardworking enough."

As he said that, Feng Qingchen took out the design drawings of the plow from his arms like a treasure:

"This time, did you recycle a bunch of armor and weapons to defeat Beiyan? It won't take long to hand over the drawings to General Huo, and every household has plows and hoes to use."

Bai Mingwei took the drawings and smiled and said, "I was about to go find Mr. Gongsun."

A short sentence shows that Feng Qingchen not only thought of her, but also put it in front of her.

Feng Qingchen smiled and said, "Do you think I am a prophet, or do we have a clear understanding of each other?"

Bai Mingwei's eyes remained on the drawings and replied casually: "It must be your prediction."

Feng Qingchen didn't say anything for a while. Bai Mingwei felt strange and looked up and met his gentle smile.

He said in the most mellow voice: "I just calculated the fortunes, and I have calculated that we will live a hundred years and have children and grandchildren in the future."

“…”

"?"

Bai Mingwei hasn't responded for a long time.

Feng Qingchen waited for a long time and asked, "Did you hear what I said?"

Bai Mingwei still didn't respond.

The little white marten stretched out her claws and patted Bai Mingwei's face, then pulled Bai Mingwei's divine thoughts back. Seeing that one master and one servant were waiting for her to respond, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Qingchen sighed softly: "Nothing is wrong."

Bai Ming looked at the drawing again, as if through the drawing, he saw the distant past: "One year, on my grandfather's fiftieth birthday, my family held a grand birthday banquet for him."

"But when he was about to come, he couldn't find him. When everyone rushed through all the places he might have gone, he finally found that he was staying in the utility room at home."

"When we found him, he was holding a few hoes in his hand and asked everyone, 'Is this hoe good'. Then I realized that this was an object for plowing the land."

"My grandfather spent a lot of effort every year to improve these farm tools, but he was always unsatisfied. Now that I can get Mr. Gongsun's drawings, my grandfather must be very happy to know."

Feng Qingchen told her: "Mr. Gongsun also gave me one."

Bai Mingwei said: "In this world, we should hate the creators of wars, those who started the war for their own interests, not the people."

"If all the people of the world can use these improved farm tools, they will get twice the result with half the effort and their lives will be better. I will be very happy and I won't mind if the people of Western Chu can use them."

Feng Qingchen smiled and said, "Maybe one day, the world may not be able to return to the same place. Then there will be no distinction between Eastern Tomb and Western Chu."

Bai Mingwei said: "If someone can end the troubled times and give the people a peaceful life, no matter who he is, I will support him."

Feng Qingchen's long-lost smile returned to his face instantly: "You also say this to me, aren't you afraid that I will reveal it and bring you disaster?"

Bai Mingwei responded very naturally and almost blurted out: "You are not someone else."

Feng Qingchen's smile could not be stopped.

The smile just blew on the face like that, as if the ends of the hair were filled with joy.

Seeing that he had such a reaction, Bai Mingwei said that he had said the wrong thing and explained: "I mean, we are friends who share life and death, and there is nothing to hide from you in this kind of thing."

Feng Qingchen smiled without saying a word.

The little white marten exposed his head and yelled: You make it up, you keep making it up, this marten doesn't believe it.

Bai Ming shook his head slightly: "It's too big a matter of transforming the things seized from the enemy into agricultural tools used by the people. General Huo cannot be asked to take this risk. I'll go and talk to the ninth prince and ask him to come forward."

After saying that, Bai Ming slightly turned around and left.

Feng Qingchen faced the direction she left: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Bai Mingwei waved his hand behind him: "It's done."

Feng Qingchen pressed the little white marten who had been wanting to drill out: "It must be nourished to your stomach, see where else can you find a man who is so good at cooking."

The little white mink held his face with his claws: If there is such a master, mink feels embarrassing.

Lost my master.

...

"Bai Mingwei, you won't give up until you kill me, right?"

In Liu Yao's study, he was furious and grabbed the inkstone on the table and was about to hit Bai Mingwei's face.

But as soon as Bai Mingwei's eyelids were lifted up, his neck instantly shrank, and he quickly threw the inkstone on the table.

Bai Mingwei responded to him: "The left and right have been cheated once. If you do this a few more times, your highness will always get used to it. Then you won't feel that it will be so unacceptable."

Liu Yao jumped up: "You are so light! Even I know that iron ore is a very rare resource. After the things that were taken off from the enemy were rebuilt, they could only be turned into armor and weapons!"

"If it becomes something that ordinary people use, my father must peel my skin. How can you let me seek death?!"
Chapter completed!