Quick Wear: After Binding the Boss

"Don't take this thing off when you're working because it's stuffy. Otherwise, the dust will enter your lungs and kill you. You all have families. If you die, your family will be broken up."

Afraid that these workers would be unable to cope with it, Xingzhou looked serious and spoke in a very serious manner.

Although the workers were scared when they heard the threats, they were all grateful to Xingzhou. This young man was really a good man, considering the health of people like them.

"Thank you, sir. We can save ourselves the trouble."

The leading worker was so moved that tears filled his eyes and he responded quickly.

"Well, as long as you work hard in the future, you will not be deducted from your reward. If the cement can be made, each person will be rewarded with ten taels of gold."

Xingzhou waved his hand and drew a big picture.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

When they heard that it was ten taels of gold, these dozens of workers were as excited as if they were injected with chicken blood.

After all, one tael of gold is equal to ten taels of silver, and a family of three only spends five taels of silver a year. This is equivalent to giving twenty years of compensation at once. How can one not be excited?

Looking at the Saiyan-transformed workers, Xingzhou left on his own accord.

Anyway, he had arranged everything. After they processed the raw materials, Xingzhou would mix the proportions. Xingzhou did not plan to do it too finely. According to the modern classification, 32.5 type of cement was enough. Although modern had begun to gradually cancel 32.5 cement, Dajing had just been developed. Although the strength was slightly lower, it was much better than yellow mud.

Anyway, we are not building high-rise buildings, so the strength is sufficient.

The same will apply to updates when we have money and the technology is mature.

Xingzhou was not in a hurry to go out and play, but started writing a book.

What was written was not anything else but the poem plagiarized by Shi Jingjing, with the name of the real owner written on it. At the same time, Xingzhou also wrote many more poems that Shi Jingjing had not written.

In addition, Xingzhou also did not miss out on those famous poems. It took him a day to finish writing and sorting them out.

The pile of poems was very thick, and there were so many of them that it was enough to kill Shi Jingjing.

If what Shi Jingjing did in her previous life had not been too extreme, Xingzhou would not have cared even if she plagiarized. After all, they were in different worlds, and it was harmless just to make her life better. But the problem was that Shi Jingjing went too far. It could be said that all the disasters of the people in the world were caused by her.

"Find someone to bind this collection of poems. It will be of great use to me."

Xingzhou waved his hand and asked Xiao Lingzi to go and get busy, while he himself opened the flowerpot where potatoes were grown.

"Young master, what are you doing? Do you need to loosen the soil?" Qingying asked puzzledly.

At the imperial manor, Xingzhou did not reveal his identity as a prince, so Qingying and the others naturally had to change their words as well.

"Today, I will show you my skills." Xingzhou didn't care whether Qingying would find it strange, and he dug out the potatoes by himself.

Normally, these potatoes were not yet ripe, but Xingzhou could not wait any longer, so he used spiritual spring water to accelerate their maturity.

Needless to say, it’s produced by the Lord God, so it’s amazing.

Each potato was as big as three adult fists, and one seedling grew into seven large potatoes. Fortunately, Xingzhou used the flowerpot for growing osmanthus trees to plant them, otherwise he would have been suffocated to death.

"Sir, this... this is?"

"You don't understand, right? This is a treasure my master brought back from overseas. It's called potato seeds. They are very delicious and have a large yield. We happen to be on the farm, so I plan to breed them this year. In a few years, they will be spread all over Dajing. By then, the people will be able to have enough food to eat."

Xingzhou smiled. The fact that he was a fake master had been completely confirmed in the past few months. After all, without a master to teach him, no matter how talented he was, it was impossible for him to become a master at a young age, right?

"Aunt Qingying, go get ready. We're going to have hotpot tonight."

Xingzhou waved his hand and asked Qingying to go and get the base of the pot.

Hotpot became popular thanks to Shi Jingjing.

It’s just that delicious food is always the easiest to imitate, especially hot pot.

The soup bases are all pretty much the same, and most people can't taste the difference, unless they are very picky about food.

Some are even smarter and innovate, with mutton soup base, tomato soup base and the like coming out.

It is because the cultivation of peppers has not yet been expanded. As long as these businesses hire people to grow peppers next year, I am afraid that hot pot will spread completely.

Business was affected, and Shi Jingjing was so angry that she almost smashed the bedroom.

"These damn locusts, don't they have any copyright awareness? They only know how to plagiarize, damn it."

Shi Jingjing even secretly went to see King Yan.

But what can the King of Yan do? He can't bring people to smash other inns, right?

I could only comfort her in a gentle voice: "Jingjing, calm down. Dajing doesn't have any laws that forbid imitation. I want to help you now, but there's nothing I can do. I'm so sorry. I thought I could be your safe haven, but I didn't expect that I'm so useless. I'm sorry."

"No, that's not the case. It's all the fault of those fools. It's my fault. I shouldn't have troubled you with this matter."

"Jingjing——"

"Your Highness—"

Shi Jingjing leaned on Prince Yan's chest, feeling the fiery breath, with a gleam in her eyes, "Don't be anxious, Your Highness, wait a little longer, I promise to help Your Highness take that seat, even the royal ancestors can't stop me. I happen to have a recipe for making colored glaze here, I don't believe they can imitate this thing at will?"

"Jingjing, it's great to have you."

Prince Yan put his big hands around Shi Jingjing, and the two of them were affectionate for a while.

Ten days later, it was the day when Prince Yan got married.

The Duke of Zhenguo was also in a grand ceremony, with a dowry of ten miles of red, and the dowry was sent to the Prince of Yan's mansion like water. The people were gossiping about whether the Princess of Yan's shop was still under her name. After all, everyone knew that the glass shop had countless gold and silver.

Xingzhou and the third prince can also take this opportunity to go out of the palace and play.

Xingzhou looked at the happy Duke Zhenguo and thought that he must have gained a lot of benefits.

"Old Four, this is delicious, you try it. And this is also good, you try it too."

The third prince is a foodie. He has not stopped talking since he sat down.

Although the third and fourth princes have not yet been crowned kings, many people come to talk to them.

After all, they are all royal relatives, so it is not a bad thing to build a good relationship with them. Especially now that I heard that the Fourth Prince is deeply loved by the Emperor, I should make friends with him.

"Brother Prince."

Seeing that more and more people were coming, Xingzhou became impatient to deal with them, so he pulled his idiot third brother and hid beside His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

As long as he stood with the prince, those people would naturally have to talk to the prince.

"You——" The prince smiled and rubbed Xingzhou's head.

The Third Prince was not happy about it, "Brother Crown Prince, touch me too."

"Okay, okay." The prince was naturally happy. After all, the fact that his brothers could be so close to him showed that they had a good relationship, and he didn't have to worry about them taking his place.

After the wedding dinner, it was almost evening.

Xingzhou, the third prince, and their attendants returned to the palace in a grand procession.

After that, Xingzhou was busy at the imperial farm.