Chapter 16 Leave It to Old Bob

Seeing Bob's excitement, Luther was speechless, and then he asked tentatively: "Uncle, how about it, can this plow be made?"

"Master Luther." Bob changed his excitement just now and looked at Luther seriously.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Bob so serious, Luther subconsciously adjusted his posture and then asked in confusion.

"Master Luther, although there is no physical object yet, in old Bob's mind, this thing called "plow" has been imprinted in old Bob's mind. This thing is simply a magic weapon for land reclamation. With it, the strong laborers in the folk can save a lot of effort and reclaim more fields. With fields, there will be more food. This fundamentally changes farming and the status of farmers. Old Bob can't help but want to farm. There are three men in our family, and we can definitely open up a lot of fields."

Bob looked serious and yearning.

The reason why Old Bob became a blacksmith was because of the family business passed down by his father. In fact, Old Bob was not very passionate about the blacksmith career. His dream was to let his eldest son become a master as soon as possible, inherit the position of blacksmith, and then the whole family would go to farm.

Yes, Old Bob's dream was to be a great farmer.

Therefore, Old Bob said in a tone of praise and even admiration: "I don't know which genius invented this thing. With it, farmers and farmland will change the existing pattern, and even change the Kingdom of Prussia and even the whole world."

At this point, Old Bob raised his head enthusiastically and looked at Luther, and asked: "Master Luther, may I ask who invented this "plow"? Old Bob must visit if there is a chance."

Luther's expression was a bit strange. If you want to say who invented it, only a genius knows. If you want to be more general, it should be the crystallization of Chinese wisdom.

In this world, only he can be regarded as the inheritor of China.

So, it can be said that I invented it, right?

But isn't it a bit of a self-flattery to admit it so generously?

Bob misunderstood and shook his head in disappointment, saying, "Is he no longer alive? That's a pity. This is a great work that changed the world."

At this point, Bob looked forward to it again, "Can I know the name of this person and where his grave is? It would be nice to have a chance to visit the tombstone to pay tribute to him."

Bob is an excellent blacksmith and a smart man. He knows what this will bring. With the dream of becoming a great farmer, old Bob has become a fanatical fan.

At this time, Luther finally got over the awkwardness in his heart. Anyway, I am also a part of China, so it can't be considered plagiarism.

Besides, if I admit that I made this plow myself.

With the manure to fertilize the fields, it will create great prestige.

Not only Pompeii, but even the farmers of the entire Kingdom of Prussia will praise me, which seems very good.

So, Luther smiled faintly, and said in a very mysterious way: "Well, this is my invention."

"What??!" Bob widened his eyes. His eyes were originally very big, and this widening suddenly reached the limit effect, as if they were two eggs.

The scene was a bit funny.

Bob was a little dizzy. Such a good artifact, the plowing artifact was actually made by Master Luther, the teenage boy in front of him?

The heir of the Pompeii family, the current knight, the future noble knight lord.

Invented the plowing artifact.

It was incredible.

Bob's head was dizzy, as if there was a halo on his head, and two little birds were constantly circling and chirping.

"How is it, can it be made?" Shamelessly plagiarized, but Luther had no intention of showing off further, so he returned to the topic and asked seriously.

Afterwards, Luther explained, "I drew a sketch. This plow cannot be made entirely of iron. The upper part is a wooden frame, and the sharp loosening tool at the bottom is iron."

Bob was alerted when he heard this, and then patted his chest, as if he was doing something sacred.

"Master Luther, rest assured. For the great farmers, I will definitely make it." Bob said righteously.

"Okay, when you make it, come to see me in the castle immediately." Luther said.

"Yes."

Bob said.

After Luther handed the matter over to Bob, he left the blacksmith shop soon. The plow was already being made, the cattle were being introduced, the plan to fertilize the fields with manure was in progress, and the road repair work was also in progress.

Next, Luther was to be a hands-off boss, leaving all the things to his subordinates to solve.

Actually, it was not entirely true.

Although Luther was immersed in the development of the territory, he never relaxed for a moment about his own strength. He exercised his body, practiced fighting spirit, and swordsmanship every day.

Although the fighting spirit of the Pompeii family is not a high-level fighting spirit, it has a solid foundation.

Luther believes that sooner or later he will be able to obtain a better fighting spirit secret book, eat potions crazily, and become a powerful knight. So it is necessary to lay a good foundation now.

Time flies, and soon five days have passed.

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and it was a good day to be in a good mood.

According to habit, Luther should be taking cultural classes at this time. But recently Luther has not been there. Luther has almost absorbed all the knowledge in Teacher Qiao Xiu's head, and the only things left to be absorbed are useless things such as poetry.

However, according to Teacher Magellan, it is enough to take out half a day every day for knight training. Training takes too much time and hurts the body.

So in the morning, Luther often has nothing to do.

Look, this morning Luther rode a horse and took Xiu Xiuya to ride horses in the territory. After a round, Luther handed the horse to the guard and planned to go back to the room to drink water.

At this time, a guard told Luther that "Blacksmith Bob has been here for a while and is waiting for Master Luther."

Luther was refreshed and knew that the plow was available.

Although Luther knew that Bob could make it, he did not dare to guarantee it 100% before seeing the real thing. Now that the good news has come, he is naturally very happy.

Wealth, territory, strength, status.

Everything starts from here.

So, Luther hurriedly let Xiuxiua go out to play by himself, and he went into the castle to meet Bob. In addition to the hall, there is also a living room on the second floor of the castle.

When Luther came to the living room, he saw Bob sitting on a chair holding a huge plow, and a pot of water was placed on the small table next to him.

Little Maya was standing next to Bob. She was small, wearing a maid outfit, and round-toed leather shoes on her little feet. She was talking to Bob happily.

Bob was a little absent-minded when talking to little Maya, looking around from time to time.

Seeing Luther coming in, Bob couldn't wait to stand up, excitedly showing off the "plow" in his hand, and said happily: "Master Luther, look, I made it, old Bob made it."