The Lord Of The Underworld - Chapter 118

“Overseas knowledge?”

When Concubine Wen had heard that her cousin had sent a physicist and said that she was a stranger, she still believed a little bit.

But after learning from her cousin’s letter paper that this strange man was found on the street, he was half-trusted and sneered!

Are there so many strangers? You met just by walking on the street like this? Wen Yuesha realized what it means to go from heaven to **** in time.

She had intended to treat each other with courtesy, but now it has become a perfunctory matter, and she also asked people around her to immediately beheaded on the spot if they noticed the sign of a liar in the photomaster she found, so as not to let him pollute the soil of the harem. .

Wen Yue left Luo Zhifeng in this way for more than a few days, only then did he casually ask the person at hand a few words when he remembered him, but unexpectedly heard such words——

This fake physicist is related to overseas experience!

Wen Yue clenched his fist and stood up.

She thought a lot in an instant.

All kinds of crops with “West”, “Hu”, “Fan”…sweet potato, corn, potato and other crops with high yield and strong adaptability…or glassware, mathematics, etc.

These strange words that suddenly popped out of her brain made Wen Yue’s heart pounding, which was more impatient than when she was with the princess.

An idea popped into her heart. As long as she controls any overseas crop or other, she will have an unprecedented right to speak, instead of relying on a disgusting man to be a dodder like she does now!

“Quickly, go and invite that… Master Luo Xiang over!” Wen Yue said eagerly, “Close the broken house and give him a better one.”

Wen Yue felt deeply annoyed. If she had known that Luo Zhifeng had this ability, how could she have left him in the cold for so many days?

But fortunately, she still has these opportunities. Thinking of this, Wen Yue lowered her voice nervously to prevent any concubine or even the maid from hearing such news.

She looked down on the concubines and maids who depended on the emperor, but Wen Yue felt inexplicably that if they knew about this, some of them would definitely choose to compete with them.

It was as if they had the same hard backstage as Wen Yue, a noble concubine, standing on the same starting line.

When the imperial concubine Wen Yue urgently summoned Luo Zhifeng, there was also an episode in the prison where Ding Zheng was being held.

After Chen Linzhi threw him into the dungeon, he didn’t care about the life or death of this person. After a week of torture by prisoners and jailers, Ding Zheng welcomed a new visitor.

The visitor was the online person previously contacted by Ding Zheng. This middle-aged businessman was dressed in a steady color and Xiuyi, with a string of angry diamond beads hanging from his wrist, his face was round, with a gentle smile on his face like Maitreya Buddha.

At this time merchants were not allowed to wear patterned satin clothes, but this one broke this example.

Ding Zheng saw the middle-aged man walking by and exclaimed, “Is it you?”

The middle-aged businessman was named Peng Deyou, and he even had a relationship with the emperor merchant. Ding Zheng’s ability to catch his line was pure luck. At the same time, he was also the first merchant in secret to send those goods to Liang Guo to sell.

Peng Deyou said: “It seems you did not confess me.”

Ding Zheng nodded and bowed, and slashed his lips: “Yes, how can I dare to confess you? My mouth is tightly closed.”

Peng Deyou smiled, and said in a deliberative tone: “But with the above, the goods are all in your hands. I walked this way, just to ask you if you have any way to recover the loss. After all, you always know me. One of the most clever people in the world.”

Peng Deyou smiled and looked at him deeply: “When you come out, I am afraid that there will be a day when I will be evenly divided.”

Ding Zheng suppressed his expression, but did not completely cover up his joy.

He hated the jailers and prisoners in this prison, and what he hated was the “adult” who underestimated the Yuan Kingdom who decided all this. When he heard Peng Deyou’s inquiry, his brain was burnt maliciously.

Ding Zheng rolled his eyes and said gloomily, “I have an idea, but I don’t know if the adults are willing to take this risk. The nobles of Yuan Dynasty are unwilling to let Four Stones scattered these commodities spread out, and even set a harsh ban. Ordinary methods will certainly not be able to recover this loss.”

“But what if the nobleman himself is the one who **** these scattered stones?!”

Ding Zhengyang raised his voice, and hurriedly shot out one by one from his mouth: “Slidly mix the four stones into their diet, let them indulge in it, and have to accept our goods——

The new bans imposed by the Yuan Dynasty on these stimulating things are extremely strict. If the nobles stick to this kind of things, they will not be able to disclose them to the outside world and seek their own death! At that time, they became our accomplices. And even… we can even get involved in the court. Since ancient times, merchants who have been regarded as untouchables invaded the court with one hand. Lord Peng, are you not moved? ”

Ding is just a pure villain. He couldn’t help showing a frantic smile when he thought of using it to drag those noble people into the water.

“Good! Good!” Peng Deyou even said two good words. He patted Ding Zheng on the shoulder, “I will not forget your contribution to us!”

The conversation continued with the host and the host happily, but in the end, Peng Deyou promised to wait for Ding Zheng to be released from prison to give him a few houses and some beauties.

But when Peng Deyou turned and left, there was a dark aura on Maitreya Buddha’s face with his back facing Ding Zheng.

This middle-aged businessman sneered in his heart, came out to send you a beauty in the house? It depends on whether you can come out.

After a month or so, the jailer found Ding Zheng, whose body had stinky in the prison. His body was covered with large and small bruises and scars, but his uncorrupted eyes were staring at a certain place, as if braving. Green light is average.

The jailer panicked, and immediately found a colleague to throw him a mat to the mass grave, and he was not buried.

Soon after, there was only one corpse gnawed by wild dogs and vultures in the covered mat.

Before Ding Zheng died, he was thinking about the status, wealth, and the promise he had obtained in exchange for that amazing idea. He didn’t know that it was his triumphant and bragging promise that made him die.

Peng Deyou would not allow such a wolf to lie behind him. Ding Zheng wanted to count the people in the imperial city, so he came up with such a vicious calculation, what if he focused on Peng Deyou, who is quite fat? Wouldn’t it be necessary to kill someone with a knife!

Peng Deyou is also a villain himself, not as gentle and uncontroversial as it seems, so he is more certain that Ding Zheng will definitely be the kind of pickle that will betray his master!

And a few days later, a batch of “four stone powder” and “hemp tablets” quietly poured into the court through special channels.

They did not attract anyone’s attention, and they were not aimed at high-ranking officials, but rather small officials in the courts with comparative status and no right to speak.

In the same way, these little officials have functions that no one else would think of-they are the existence of think tanks appointed by the main system, and they are not the same as the high-ranking wine and rice bags.

The improvements of “Ma Pian” and “Four Stone San” were completed by them alone, and the plans to benefit the people and strengthen the soldiers were all formed from their hands…

The petty officials struggled to deliver these poisons to Liang Guoren so that they could become addicts.

They probably never thought that their act of issuing the ban violated the interests of some businessmen who wanted nothing but money! Merchants will conversely kill the small officials and let them become slaves manipulated by desire.

What is self-reliance? This is self-reliance!

Luo Zhifeng saw Wen Yue approaching with a smile, and had already confirmed her host identity.

The traversers are so easy to recognize, even if they lose their memory, they appear to be even more out of place than others, with indelible arrogance.

These hosts are probably modern traversers, and they can’t stand the ancient… backward and dirty environment in their subconsciousness. Without the memory, they still think of ways to make their lives more comfortable.

Wen Yue clearly embodies the common problems of these hosts. Each of her dwellings contains things that are too novel for the ancients, forming a sense of distance from the original objects.

“The imperial concubine.”

Wen Yue approached him through a layer of tulle to ask for those overseas insights, Luo Zhifeng jumped out a couple of sentences, and pretended to want to return to the profession of a scholar.

If the sage doesn’t talk about his fate, what else is there?

Wen Yue reluctantly gave up, she scanned the news recorded by the person at hand, and subconsciously confirmed three or five times that they were indeed extremely good and cross-age methods.

For the first time, she made people use all of her private treasury to play with these things.

Wen Yuezhi was proud, but never thought that what Luo Zhifeng gave her was indeed useful, but the premise of this usefulness was that Wen Yue could get it!

Are those seeds suitable for the temperature and method of sowing by Wen Yue’s people?

Wouldn’t this kind of soil, this kind of climate seeds dry up, draw too much water, and die?

It’s not that the seed can grow a pea that reaches the sky directly by sowning it, and it’s not that you can get a product with increased yield by just fiddle with a few handfuls!

To put it bluntly, the current conditions simply cannot allow Wen Yue to grow what she considers a treasure. This piece of news can only fall into waste in Wen Yue’s hands.

But… how does Wen Yue know? When she was the host, she was in charge of life and death, and thousands of people welcomed her. How could she lay down and become a vegetable farmer?

Such a questioning Wen Yue, who didn’t know, was destined to be a sign that Luo Zhifeng spurred the harem leader.

Wen Yue didn’t expect such a future. She moved her body toward Luo Zhifeng’s direction by an inch with her arms, and a pair of very anxious beautiful eyes were filled with small surprises at this moment.

She leaned close to look at Luo Zhifeng, and reluctantly replied: “Okay, then you can do the math for me.”

The close maid beside Wen Yue helped repatriate other insignificant outsiders. Wen Yue said straightforwardly: “My palace has always been very upset, as if my palace shouldn’t sit in this position, but should sit there. The position of the Nine-Five Lord.

I always wanted to kill the emperor, take off the head of this disgusting thing, and feed it to wild dogs. “Wen Yue stretched out her slender fingers coated with red cardamom, and wanted to focus on Luo Zhifeng’s body. The cardamom and the tips of her nails were like a lingering weapon.

She seemed to be flirting, but she could stare at Luo Zhifeng’s pale neck and clearly visible blue veins, carrying the meaning of extinction in every way she looked.

The maid behind Wen Yue stood behind Luo Zhifeng with a cold face, as if he could make him shut up at any time as long as he made something that shouldn’t be made after hearing such amazing words.