Beast language level 10, all beasts obey her orders

Tian Youyou and Xiao Yao were in the yard, fiddling with Uncle Leopard's legs together.

"Give it a prosthetic leg?!" Xiao Yao was shocked.

"Yeah." Tian Youyou gestured to the missing part of Uncle Leopard, "When it walks, this road lacks support, so it is very strenuous. If we give it a leg clamp, with support..."

"Hehe, haha, huhu... Youyou, you touched my ticklish spot." Uncle Leopard fell to the ground like a big cat, covering his face with his two paws, smiling like a devil.

"Your ticklish spot is on your legs?" Tian Youyou was also helpless.

Xiao Yao looked up in astonishment and silently said two words, "Palm."

"what?"

"My ticklish spot is in the palm of my hand!"

Tian Youyou was stunned!

In the room, Tian Shounian, Jiang Xiuxiu, Feng Jing and Tian Cui were sitting at the table, surrounded by four or five circles of people, all of whom were the people who went to testify yesterday.

"On the 12th of next month, Youyou and Sister Feng Jing will follow the owner of Anping Restaurant to the capital city."

"The purpose is to find more shopkeepers in the food market to sell our oil skin and Jerusalem artichoke products."

Tian Shounian’s explanation was easy to understand and everyone nodded.

"Once someone places an order for oily skin at the food market, we will arrange a time for them to pick up the goods based on the time of the order."

"According to estimates, the supply will start in fifteen days, which is at the beginning of the next month."

"So, time is very tight."

These are the things that Tian Youyou discussed with him.

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

"Starting tomorrow, two families will go to Feng Jing's place every day to learn how to make oily skin."

"At the same time, I will go to the county to order you a pot similar to the one used by Sister Feng Jing."

"I will advance the money for this pot for you, and I will deduct it from the payment after the first batch of goods is sold."

"Six pots per family. When you are done cooking and think you can add more pots, come back to me."

"However, not everyone can add a pot. Only when the oil skin can be kept good and complete can you add a pot."

"We will study hard." Tian Xiaohua raised her hand to express her opinion.

Tian Shounian nodded and continued.

"Our oil leather has always been sold at a price of fifty cents, and we will settle the payment with you based on this price."

"But let me say this beforehand. Youyou is now a registered merchant. She has to pay taxes to the county government for every business she does, so the price we sell it for will be more than fifty coins."

"If you have any objections, you can withdraw as soon as possible."

"Youyou sells at a high price. That's Youyou's ability. We have no objection." Everyone responded.

Tian Shounian finally looked at Feng Jing and Tian Cui, mother and daughter, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, sister Feng Jing and girl Cui."

"Don't worry, Village Chief. My mother and I will definitely teach you well." Feng Jing nodded enthusiastically.

She looked at the others and said with a smile, "We will also start at 1:00 a.m. tomorrow, so you guys can come."

Tian Shounian spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and dipped it in ink. "Have you discussed the land reclamation? Let me register it."

I went to the county to buy the pen, ink, paper and inkstone today. Youyou said that if you are a Muramasa, you have to act like a Muramasa.

Tian Shounian hasn't written for twenty years. When he was at Old Tian's house, he would occasionally touch Tian Xingxue's pen, but he had never written a single word since then.

His hands were shaking slightly and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Village chief, our family has three acres of land." Tian Xiaohua was the first to register.

Qin Jian is the only laborer in her family, so three acres of land is not a small amount.

This was something the couple had discussed. Tian Xiaohua and Qin Lingya were responsible for making the oil skin, while Qin Jian was responsible for clearing the land.

Zhu Gong was alone, his legs and feet were not good, and he also had to make oil skin. "Village chief, Zhu Gong, two acres of land."

But he also thought about it carefully. At worst, he would just get up half an hour earlier in the morning and go to bed half an hour later at night to do the clearing, and use the rest of the time to do oily skin.

Make some money now, and with it you can buy a cow to plow the land like the village chief, and then you can reclaim the land faster.

There is another person from another family named Li Tong. He has two half-grown boys at home who can also help to open up wasteland. "Li Tong, four acres of land."

Other families with the surname Tian mostly have three or four acres of land.

When Tian Shounian wrote "Qin Jian's family", the characters were crooked, as if a worm was crawling.

But when I wrote about Li Tong's family, I already found the familiar feeling of the past.

"Village chief, your handwriting is not bad." Tian Xiaohua couldn't understand the words, but she could still tell whether they were beautiful or not.

"You forgot that the village chief's father is an old scholar in our Xiaohegou Village. How can the village chief's handwriting be bad?"

Tian Shounian gently blew the words on the paper dry with a faint smile on his face.

After twenty years, he can still write, which shows that he has never forgotten or slacked off in his daily life...

Tian Youyou walked in at some point and looked at the paper from across the crowd.

Tian Shounian's handwriting is definitely not as beautiful as those who have practiced calligraphy for many years, but it is still neat and presentable.

"I will allocate the locations of the wasteland according to everyone's situations. Please don't have any objections when the time comes."

"No problem." Everyone shook their heads.

"Okay, that's it for today. Go back and clean up the kitchen and make some space. Then find a suitable spot for building a stove."

"Once the pot is customized, we will build the stove right away."

The villagers left in groups, laughing heartily.

This is in contrast to other people who stay indoors.

Tian Youyou asked Tian Shounian for a piece of paper, went to the kitchen stove to find a half-burned bamboo stick, split it into thin pieces, and used it as a charcoal pencil.

To Xiaoyao's shock, she drew on paper...a prosthetic leg.

Uncle Leopard's broken leg still had the knee part left, so the prosthetic leg only needed the section below the knee, and the knee was wrapped with soft cloth.

This way, it will neither hinder the joint movement nor cause any wear.

Fitting disabled pets with artificial legs was a common practice in her time.

Not to mention a broken leg, even if all four limbs are broken, there are ways to make your pet walk again.

Just the prosthetic legs need to be customized...which is impossible in this day and age.

She could only...find a way to make a crude version herself!

"How about making it out of wood?"

Tian Youyou was asking about Xiao Yao.

Before he could say anything, Uncle Leopard got furious.

"I don't want it! I don't want a wooden leg!"

"You better let me limp."

Is it some cheap leopard with wooden legs?

Xiao Yao didn't understand what Uncle Leopard said, but he could see dissatisfaction from his uncle's expression.

"Make it out of iron."

"Aren't you going to the capital? The blacksmiths in the capital should be able to make it."

"Look, this kid speaks like a human being." Uncle Leopard jumped up, straightened his upper body, faced Xiao Yao's face... and stuck out his tongue.

"No!" Tian Youyou grabbed Xiao Yao's arm and pulled him to her side.

The tongue hit nothing, and Uncle Leopard dragged his tongue awkwardly, "..."

Fuck you!

What do you mean? Do you think it has bad breath?

Tian Youyou pointed at the barbs on its tongue, each of which was standing erect. If it licked Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao's face would probably be disfigured.

"Hmph!" Uncle Leopard retracted his tongue, drooling and wiping it away with his hand in embarrassment.

"Youyou." Xiao Yao cleared his throat.

"Hmm?" Tian Youyou raised her eyebrows casually.

"This time we're going to the provincial capital...will you take me with you?" His voice was low and sexy, as if it was floating in the air without falling to the ground.

Tian Youyou's heart moved. If he sang about the birth of all things with a voice like this, would he be able to convey the feeling of the cycle of life and death of all things?