On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Gumbling—

Lu Dehao felt as if he had drunk a ball of fire. He closed his eyes and endured it for a few seconds, but then he could no longer hold it back and opened his mouth wide, just like the Japanese soldier who drank gasoline in the movie "Raise Your Hands".

Lin Zhen had no doubt that if there was just a spark, Lu Dehao would turn into a fire-breathing slime.

The fat man stared at the empty bowl with a look of aggrieved expression on his face. Finally, he was so angry that he slapped Dehao on the back of the head.

Snapped--

"Ouch!" Lu Dehao was already enduring the burning pain, and this slap made him roll his eyes.

"Damn it, I asked you to test the poison on Big Brother, why did you give it all to Fatty?"

“Good…” Lu Dehao’s tongue was numb from the spiciness, and he couldn’t speak clearly. His eyes were bloodshot, and after a long pause, he managed to burp: “Burp~ Good wine!!”

Lin Zhen grinned as he watched.

This is the base wine he distilled and filtered, it must be at least 70 degrees, and the sip he drank was at least 300 grams!

What kind of wine expert can drink three taels of 70-proof liquor in one gulp?

Even Lin Zhen, who often went to bars, was dumbfounded.

"Dehao, are you okay?"

Lu Dehao's body swayed three times, his eyes became increasingly unfocused, and finally his head tilted back against the back of the chair.

Lin Zhen and the fat man came over and stared at Lu Dehao for a long time as if he were observing a white mouse, and found that this guy would not wake up no matter how much they slapped him!

died! ?

Lin Zhen looked at the wine bowl and thought to himself that this shouldn't be the case.

I've clearly filtered it, and even if it's a little poisonous, it shouldn't kill you instantly, right? This is even more potent than the wine that poisoned Liu Shuyao.

The fat man was even more outrageous. He stretched out his big hand and slapped him twice. When he realized that he was not pretending, he immediately shouted: "Dehao. Dehao?? Dehao!!!"

Lu Dehao was motionless, his eyes were closed, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he died very calmly.

The fat man was heartbroken and shouted to the sky: "Rest in peace, brother!!"

"Hu~~"

The fat man was about to cry when he suddenly heard snoring sounds.

He looked down and found that Lu Dehao had fallen asleep.

"This bastard! How dare you scare your fat master! Fuck you!" The fat man was so angry that he kicked him to the ground.

With a thud, the stool fell over.

But who would have thought that Lu Dehao didn't wake up and continued to sleep on the ground.

Lin Zhen also breathed a sigh of relief.

He really thought he had poisoned Lu Dehao to death.

Although he would have been tortured to death by the bayberry sore if not poisoned, he didn't do it himself after all, so he didn't have so much psychological burden.

The two brothers sat back in their original seats, neither of them paying attention to Lu Dehao who was soundly sleeping.

The fat man stared at the wine bowl, feeling very sorry.

"Brother, this bastard has already drunk all the wine, please pour me another bowl."

Lin Zhen shook his head helplessly: "No more. This is the base wine I spent the whole morning making. If you want to drink it, wait until I mix it thoroughly."

"It's normal that it's gone. This kind of wine is only found in heaven, how can we smell it on earth? But the dog got the advantage, and I feel a little unhappy. Anyway, big brother, what's the matter that made you call us here so anxiously?"

"I want Lu Dehao to go to Wuqing to help me look after the development zone."

"Development zone? Develop what? Breasts?"

Lin Zhen:......

"Can't you have something else on your mind?"

"Killing people is fine, otherwise there's nothing to develop with people of our status." The fat man took off his shoes and rubbed his toes with his black fingers.

Lin Zhen couldn't stand his behavior anymore and said, "Could you please stop rubbing your feet? What if you make such an elegant study stink? How disrespectful is that?"

"Hey, big brother, you don't know, this foot rubbing is the most comfortable. Yesterday in the brothel, I rubbed it for a while before going upstairs."

Talking about what happened yesterday, Lin Zhen was also very curious.

How could Lu Dehao suddenly develop jaundice? Besides, it's not like you'd have symptoms if you got it, right?

Lin Zhen asked suspiciously, "Fatty, what disease did Dehao have?"

"It's a big bayberry sore."

"Have you seen a doctor?"

"No, he doesn't even need treatment for that disease. First his mouth rots, then his eyes, and finally his head. I know everything about it, Fatty."

"Rotten mouth?"

"Yes, you see his mouth is full of white bumpy blisters. Aren't these typical mycorrhizal sores?" After saying that, the fat man stood up and walked to Lu Dehao, kicking his body over like a dead pig.

Then he squatted down, pinched his mouth open, pointed and said, "Look, this, this, this, it's all rotten."

Lin Zhen took a look and was speechless.

How the hell is this a mulberry sore? It's just athlete's foot in the mouth!

The scientific name is oral candidiasis.

Fuck, it must be that the fat guy rubbed the girl’s feet and touched her again yesterday, and then Lu Dehao licked it into his mouth by mistake!

When will these two brothers do something serious?

Lin Zhen asked unhappily, "What did you two do yesterday?"

The fat man still looked very innocent.

"It was just a foot feast, nothing much."

Jade feet...a feast?

This word is so new that Lin Zhen has never heard of it before.

"What is that?"

"Ten girls in skirts sat in a circle on the table, and Lu Dehao knelt on the ground and licked their feet one by one like a dog. It was because he lost the bet."

"Did you touch the girl's feet?"

"He insisted that Fatty touch it, and said that I should try it too. Fatty touched it a few times, but didn't feel anything, so I gave it to him."

No wonder...

Lin Zhen stood in front of Lu Dehao, looking at his good brother who was sleeping soundly on the ground, and scolded him with a smile: "Haha, you always say that girls' feet are tender and fragrant. Are they still tender?"

The fat man was stunned when he heard this, and his big fat chin trembled.

"Brother, what do you mean? Are you saying that his ulcer was caused by his feet?"

"That's not a rubella sore at all. It's athlete's foot in the mouth, and you gave it to me!"

"Ah!?" The fat man immediately knelt on the ground, holding Lu Dehao's hand and began to confess, "Dehao! I'm sorry for you! No, I will cure you no matter what!"

After saying that, the fat man stood up and put his stinking big foot on Lu Dehao's mouth, and kept putting it into his mouth.

Lin Zhen quickly stopped him.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"Fight fire with fire!"

"Go to hell! Hurry up and take him to the side room to rest. I'll ask the immortal Sun to prescribe some herbal medicine for him. It will be fine after two days of application."

"Oh."

The fat man put on his shoes, shook his body, and carried Lu Dehao on his shoulders.

As soon as I walked out the door, I heard him cursing.

"Lu Dehao! You fucking spit on my ass! You bastard!"

Lin Zhen couldn't help but find it funny when he saw Lu Dehao kissing the fat man's butt.

What a funny couple.

With these two in my life, my life will never be boring.

Lin Zhen calmed himself down, looked at the sun, and called Huanbi.

"Bi'er, please arrange for a maid to take care of Dehao."

"Yes."

Huanbi agreed obediently and walked out.

Lin Zhen continued to draw a three-dimensional view of the rickshaw in his study.

He drew very carefully and attentively, outlining almost every detail vividly and marking them with a ruler.

In his opinion, the more detailed the view, the fewer mistakes the craftsmen will make when making the product, which will gradually save costs.

After finishing the painting, Lin Zhen didn't delay and shouted to the outside.

"monkey."

"Sir."

I knew Hou Chun must be standing outside.

Hou Chun has always felt guilty because of Lin Zhen's kidnapping last time. He used to stand behind Lin Zhen and watch him busy himself, but now this kid is too embarrassed to even enter the door.

Seeing his bitter face, Lin Zhen immediately scolded him, "Just do what you need to do. Don't be so sullen all the time and ruin my mood. Go, get the chief craftsmen we employ."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hou Chun agreed and left.

Ever since the incident with the carriage and horse business, the Lin family has employed a group of craftsmen.

Among these people were carpenters, blacksmiths, sculptors, painters, etc. They were all unknown individual traders in the capital before. They could only take on small odd jobs to barely support their families, and they had to eat one meal a day. Those big projects were basically taken on by the teams of craftsmen raised by the aristocratic families.

Now, they have the support of the Lin family. Not only did they make a lot of money from the first order, but even if they don’t work, the Lin family will give them a certain amount of monthly salary, and they will also provide meals for those who come to work in the mansion.

Such welfare benefits are extremely incredible in the whole of China. How can this not make these poor people work hard for them?

Even many craftsmen have set up Lin Zhen's immortality tablets in their homes, burning incense and offering sacrifices day and night, hoping that this god-like prince will live forever so that they can have food to eat for generations to come.

Because they were supported by the Lin family, the head of the family would send these craftsmen to work in the mansion every day, in the side rooms of the outer courtyard. When they had nothing to do, they would sit together and chat and drink tea, and when there was something to do, they would greet each other directly.

Soon, Hou Chun called them all over.

Lin Zhen looked up and saw six people in total, representing different types of work.

"Sir!"

Everyone bowed, and then he spoke with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face.

"Is there another job for us?"

"I haven't worked for a while and my hands are itching. Just give me your orders. I, Old Zhang, won't make any money from you!"

"That's right! Please give me your orders, my lord!"

Lin Zhen smiled and called everyone over to gather around the desk.

"You are all family, no need to be so polite. I do have a few tasks to assign to you."

Lin Zhen pointed at the blueprint and said, "Time is limited, so I'll be brief. I need carpenters to build 500 rickshaws according to the blueprint."

The carpenter foreman was stunned by this number and immediately asked, "Five hundred cars? Prince, are you in a hurry to get these cars?"

"There's no rush, but remember, this kind of vehicle is pulled by manpower, so you must follow the blueprints and there can't be any mistakes!"

"Don't worry, my lord! I'll do it right away!"

Lin Zhen nodded and looked at the other person: "Well, the carver will cooperate with the carpenter. It's still the old rules. The back of the carriage must be engraved with the Zhizhen Carriage and Horse Company's logo and the carriage number. You can discuss the issue of the carriage number with Qingwen and let her decide."

"Don't worry, Prince!"

"Blacksmith."

"exist!"

Lin Zhen pulled out a three-dimensional drawing of a distiller from another pile of drawings, stared at him, and said, "According to the previous standards, let's build a batch of distiller, tentatively set at fifty. Once they're finished, they'll all be shipped to the Wuqing Development Zone, where someone will be there to pick them up."

"Yes!"

Due to insufficient grain production, distilled liquor cannot be mass-produced at present.

But even if he could mass-produce it, Lin Zhen didn't plan to do so. Scarcity makes things valuable. If there were too much, how could he sell Erguotou for five hundred taels of silver per jar!

Five hundred taels sounds very high, will anyone buy it?

There will definitely be.

In later generations, top-quality red wines that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan per bottle were in short supply, and the prices of vintage Tai Zi and Wu Zi were even outrageously high.

There has never been a shortage of rich people in this world, and rich people also need expensive things to highlight their status.

Lin Zhen believes that in the near future, Erguotou will become the top hospitality wine among celebrities in Daqian and even the world.

But no one knew that the production process of this wine, one sip of which is enough for ordinary people to eat for a year, is so cheap.

It seems a bit like a scam.

But making money is not a problem.

"Are the bricklayers, wallpaperers, and plumbers available now?"

"In reply to the prince, Madam Zhang Li has already sent all the idle craftsmen to the new casino, and there are only a few people left at home."

"Okay, that's it for now. Go and do it quickly. If you don't have any work, don't worry. We will arrange it one by one in the next few days."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The few people who were unable to help felt a little disappointed.

In their opinion, making money or not is secondary. They can only help Lin Zhen and be satisfied just by showing their faces in front of him.