Pu Yuan urged.

When Ding Niuwa heard this, she immediately grimaced:

"Pugong, the last time I went over, I was scolded by my brother-in-law, saying that we don't know how to save, we only know how to ask for things, and we don't know how hard they are working..."

"He's worthless! He's your brother-in-law, not your elder. Why are you so afraid? If it's really not possible, you won't go talk to your sister?"

Whether it was Wei Rong or Yaomei, their knowledge and status far surpassed hers. Ding Niuwa was instinctively frightened, not to mention that she was very likely to be scolded in the past.

I saw him take out the paper given by the palace:

"Pugong, I really can't get away. You see, the palace just called me over and asked me to build the things on this drawing in the next few days."

There is definitely no way to hide this from Pu Yuan when building this thing at MCC South.

Because he is in charge of the manufacturing of all the equipment of Nan MCC.

In addition, the palace did not say anything about keeping it secret, so Ding Niuwa had no intention of avoiding Pu Yuan.

"What else did the palace ask you to build?"

As Pu Yuan spoke, he took it and opened it, and then read out word by word:

"Carousel craft? What is this? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"This should have been sent by the Lord from Liangzhou."

"Huh? It really looks like that kid's style. I have to take a closer look."

Upon hearing that it was Feng Yong's, Master Pu's interest immediately increased.

"Pandong, that coking coal..."

Ding Niuwa asked cautiously.

Pu Yuan, who just looked down at the drawings, waved his hand casually: "Let me figure out what this is."

How can there be anything new and interesting in burning coal?

When Ding Niuwa heard this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"It's almost winter, why does it feel like it's warmer this year than last year?"

"I asked someone to set up an iron furnace at the back and add coking coal..."

Pu Yuan opened his mouth to explain.

Ding Niuwa:......

In October of the 10th year of Jianxing, Hanzhong seemed to be warmer than last year.

As for Liangzhou, the chill has already begun to penetrate the clothes.

Although it hasn't snowed yet, Huawan, who came from Nanzhong, already felt that he had encountered the coldest season in his life.

She was wearing a small cloak that reached her waist, knee-length leather boots, fine woolen trousers on her legs, and the skirt around her waist was lowered.

If it weren't for the fact that the hairstyle and headgear on her head were authentic Han Dynasty women's styles, the face was still familiar in his memory, and Governor Feng thought he was seeing someone from his own generation who had traveled through time.

"It's so cold!"

Hua Wan stamped her feet, put her hands together and put them to her mouth to breathe.

The solid wood floor made a thumping sound from Huawan's leather boots.

Governor Feng felt heartbroken when he heard this.

But Young Master Hua even muttered:

"Why don't you use cement and bluestone? You make so much money every day, and you still look like a rich man in the country..."

Feng Jishi's ears were sharp. Hearing this, he was almost stunned.

Governor Feng replied angrily:

"Only country bumpkins use cement! You get upset when you see a cement house. What do you know?"

Young Master Hua doesn’t believe it!

How many concrete houses are there in the whole country?

Moreover, cement is a new thing that has only come out in the past two or three years. I heard that King Feng Gui has been staying in Longyou and Liangzhou in these years. Young Master Hua strongly doubted that this person had never seen a cement house.

So he must be bragging like those boatmen on the river!

"Okay, okay! We haven't seen each other for several years, and Hua Niang still came all the way from Nanzhong. Can't you be more polite?"

General Guan was a wise helper and said something to the side, which resolved the awkwardness between the two of them staring at each other.

As she spoke, she gave instructions to her children:

"I went to meet your Aunt Hua."

"I've met Aunt Hua."

Hua Wan looked at Guan Ji with a complicated expression, then glanced at her children with an even more complicated expression, and finally turned into a sigh:

"Your child is already so old..."

"There are also small ones that are only a hundred days old. They are in the inner room and it is inconvenient to take them out."

Governor Feng put in a rude comment.

Young Master Hua choked up on the spot and rolled her eyes.

Looking at the triumphant expression of King Feng Gui, I remembered that this person before, no, it was this ghost!

This ghost knew that Guan Shilang was Guan Sanniang, and even asked Guan Ji to disguise herself as a man to deceive her innocent self. Young Master Hua suddenly had the urge to pull out a throwing knife.

If the other party hadn't been Ghost King Feng, Young Master Hua swore that he would have been penetrated by ten or eight transparent holes by his own flying knives.

Seeing that Hua Wan was angry, anxious and a little aggrieved, Guan Ji kicked Feng Jishi in dissatisfaction.

Then he gestured to Amei, who was standing next to him.

Amei quickly stepped forward and took Hua Wan’s arm:

"Ayimo, are you here?"

Hua Wan's temper came and went as quickly as it came. She also grabbed Amei's hand, and her face turned happy again:

"Yes, Ashima, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you!"

"I miss you too!"

Amei's joining once again resolved the conflict between Feng Jishi and Hua Shaojun.

Watching Hua Wan directing people to move the things he brought into the house, there were several large boxes among them, which seemed to be quite heavy.

However, Young Master Hua did not hand over the gift list, which made Governor Feng feel puzzled.

After she sat down, Governor Feng finally couldn't help but asked:

"Hua Niang, what are these things of yours? Why do you want people to move here?"

It would be nice if the things she brought with her could be moved directly to the guest house. Such a big governor's mansion doesn't lack a room for you.

After all, he is Master Hua, who is traveling sideways in Nanzhong. He has made an unknown amount of money by organizing horse teams over the years.

It is understandable that you carry more things with you.

Unexpectedly, Huawan snorted and replied angrily:

"Last year, didn't you send someone to deliver a message to me, asking me to collect more seeds from the countries in the south, central and south?"

As she spoke, she stood up, her little leather boots clicking, walked to the big boxes, reached out and patted them:

"Here are all kinds of seeds that I personally harvested in the past two years..."

When Feng Yong heard this, he remembered this matter. He stood up suddenly and asked in surprise:

"You...have you really accomplished this?"

When Hua Wan saw King Feng Gui's appearance, she couldn't help but feel extremely proud. She raised her head proudly:

"That's natural."

"Where are the Linyi rice seeds? Have you got them?"

Feng Yong asked impatiently.

Hearing this, the proud little hen lowered her head again.

Seeing the dissatisfaction on King Feng Gui's face, Young Master Hua pouted aggrievedly:

"I have inquired. Linyi and Funan in the south can only be reached by boat from Jiaozhou."

"If you want to go through Nanzhong, there is no way."

fart!

Do you think I haven’t seen a world map?

But thinking about this era, the environment in Indochina is probably more terrifying than the primeval forests of later generations.
To be continued...