Looking at Bob's excited appearance, Luther was speechless, and then tentatively said: "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 corrected his posture and then asked in confusion.

"Mr. Luther, although there is no real thing yet, in the mind of old Bob, this thing called "plow" has been imprinted into old Bob's mind. This thing is simply a magical tool for clearing up land. With it, the strong laborers of the people can save a lot of energy and reclaim more fields. With fields, there are more food. This fundamentally changes the status of farming and farmers. Old Bob can't help but want to farm. Our family has three men, so we can definitely open a lot of fields."

Bob looked serious and vaguely yearned for it.

Speaking of which, 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 a blacksmith, and then the whole family would go farming.

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

Therefore, the old Bob said intoxicatedly in praise and even an endless admiration: "I don't know which genius invented this kind of thing. With it, farmers and farmland will change the inherent pattern, and even the Prussian Kingdom, and even the entire world."

Speaking of this, the old Bob looked up at Luther fanatically and asked, "Master Luther, who invented this "plow"? If you have the chance, the old Bob must visit him."

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

And in this world, only he inherited China.

So, it can be said that I invented it?

But if you admit it so generously, isn’t it a bit like gigging on your face?

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

Speaking of this, Bob looked forward to it, "Can I know the name of this person and where the cemetery is? It would be nice to have a chance to go to the tombstone to remember it."

Bob is an excellent blacksmith and a smart man. He knows deeply what this will bring. With the dream of becoming a great farmer, Old Bob turns into a fanatical star chaser.

At this time, Luther finally got over the awkwardness in his heart. Anyway, I was also a member of China and could not be considered a plagiarism.

Besides, if you admit that this plow was made by yourself.

Adding feces to fatten the fields can create great prestige.

Not only Pompeii, but maybe even the peasants of the entire Prussian Kingdom would praise me, which seemed very good.

So, a faint smile appeared on Luther's face and said in a very mysterious way: "Well, this is what I invented."

"What??!" Bob widened his eyes. His eyes were already very big. When he widened, he immediately reached the limit effect, as if it was two eggs.

The scene is a bit funny.

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

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

The magical artifact of farming was invented.

It's simply incredible.

Bob's head was dizzy, as if he was wearing a halo on his head, and two birds were constantly hovering and chirping.

"How is it? Can it be made?" Shamelessly plagiarized, but Luther did not mean to show off further, so he returned to the topic and asked very seriously.

Later, Luther explained: "I was drawing a sketch. It was impossible for this plow to be made of iron. The upper part was a wooden frame, and the sharp loosening thing at the bottom was an iron tool."

Bob hit a clever slap when he heard this, then patted his chest, as if he was doing something sacred.

"Don't worry, Mr. Luther, I will definitely make it for the great peasant." Bob said righteously.

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

"yes."

Bob said.

After Luther handed over the matter to Bob, he quickly left the blacksmith shop. The plow was already being made, the cattle were being introduced, the plan for the fattening field was being carried out, and the road repair work was also being carried out.

Next, Luther became the boss and left all the things to his subordinates to solve.

Actually, it's not exactly.

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

Although the Pompeii's fighting spirit is not a profound fighting spirit, it is due to its solid foundation.

Luther believed that sooner or later he would get a better secret book of fighting qi, take magic potions crazily, and become a powerful knight. So it is necessary to lay a solid foundation now.

Time flipped by, and soon five days passed.

In the morning, the sun is shining and it is a weather that can make people feel good.

According to custom, Luther should be taking cultural courses now. But Luther has stopped going recently. Luther has almost absorbed all the knowledge in Teacher Qiao Xiu's head, and the only thing that has not been absorbed is useless things like poetry.

However, according to Mr. Magellan, knight training is enough to spend half a day every day. Training takes too much time, which will damage the body.

So in the morning, Luther often did nothing.

Just this morning, Luther rode a horse and took Xiu Xiuya to play in the territory. After wandering around, Luther handed the horse to the guards and planned to go back to the room to drink water.

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

Luther was excited and knew that there was a plow.

Although Luther knew that Bob could make it, he still didn't dare to make it 100% guarantee before seeing the real thing. Now that the good news is coming, he is naturally extremely happy.

Wealth, territory, strength, status.

It all starts here.

So Luther hurriedly asked Xiu Xiuya to play alone and enter the castle to meet Bob. In addition to the hall, there is also a living room on the second floor.

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

But Bob talked absent-mindedly to Little Maya and looked around from time to time.

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