The three honest old men were stunned by Zhang Feng's words.
It seemed that they were finally afraid after hearing Zhang Feng's words about not having any descendants.
They swore that as long as Zhang Feng didn't say anything, even if Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, he wouldn't let them see a single strand of hair.
Then, Zhang Feng grabbed a handful of broken copper coins and stuffed them into the arms of the three old men. "For this, you should separate a place near the brewery. The temperature of this place should be at least the same as the temperature of the stove.
Then, Zhang Feng looked for a long time, but still couldn't find a suitable place. He looked at a few long wooden troughs on the side of the stove that seemed to be used to filter distillers grains.
Zhang Feng's eyes couldn't help but light up.
"Old Sir, this thing is useless now, right?"
The distillers grains seemed to be similar to the troughs used to feed horses in stables, but they were more compact and about two zhang long.
The three old men didn't know what Zhang Feng wanted to do. They nodded and said, "Now that there's no wine to brew, we're still wondering if we should chop it up."
"If Young Master has a use for it, then take it."
"Okay, since it's useless, I'll use it now."
While speaking, Zhang Feng walked around the courtyard.
The courtyard was made of soil that Zhang Feng ordered to tear down the extra houses. It was very fertile. In addition, the courtyard itself was very large. It was originally a rich family's residence, but after it belonged to Zhang Feng, it suffered great misfortune. The originally gorgeous houses were all turned into soil, leaving behind three rather gorgeous houses that were used as storage rooms, brewing rooms, and resting rooms.
After Zhang Feng looked around, he pointed at a piece of land and had the three old men transport some of the yellow soil here with a wheelbarrow. They put it into the wooden trough, then poured water and scattered ashes from the bottom of the pot.
After that, Zhang Feng carefully cut the potatoes in his hand into many small pieces according to the distribution of the sprouts on the potatoes. .
At this moment, the three old men were stunned.
The dirt that was originally in Zhang Feng's hands could actually become alive in his hands. They couldn't help but look forward to this divine gift from the heavens even more.
After wrapping the potato with a layer of ash, Zhang Feng carefully placed it into the wooden trough.
The weather wasn't too cold, so there was no need for a heater.
Zhang Feng instructed the three of them, "When it's sunny, carry him out to bask in the sun. Spray a little bit of water with your mouth every day, especially at night. You must be careful of rats!"
"Prince Zhang, don't worry. Even if the three of us die, we won't dare to put such a precious thing into the rat hole. The three of us will make an agreement with you. If …"
"Okay, okay, okay. You don't need to be like this. You're old enough to be this kid's grandfather. Let's not be like this."
While speaking, Zhang Feng searched his body. He didn't bring anything, so he simply picked up the paper bag that contained the potatoes and wrote a large sentence on it with charcoal. Then, he handed the paper to one of the three old men and said, "From now on, the three of you are directly under my control. Except for my orders, no one is allowed to enter. When you go back, take this to Chang 'an University and find the old Xiucai. Someone will naturally send your three meals a day. If there's anything, ask the old Xiucai to find me."
"But you must remember that this thing is really important. Once it germinates, you must inform me immediately."
The three old men looked at each other. Finally, the three of them knelt down with a plop. Zhang Feng was a little at a loss.
"Prince Zhang, the three of us have worked for others for a lifetime. How can we accept this? If you want us to do something, just say it. Why do you need to do this? "
"Yes!"
"If you do this, we won't be able to sleep well!
It was not an exaggeration to say that these people were lowly bones.
A lifetime of slavery made them accustomed to being ordered around. Although they also knew Zhang Feng's name, they were still a little surprised when they were alone with him.
Out of the winery gate.
Zhang Feng could not help but sigh.
Slavery society was like this. Servility.
If you want to be good to a person and want to treat him as a person, it was simply harming him.
But for the three old men, Zhang Feng did not care. After all, they did not have much time left. Besides, as long as they could cultivate these potatoes, even if they were given good clothes and jade food, it was not a big deal. .
Compared to these potatoes.
What does that count for?
Today, Zhang Feng, Yuchi Gong, and the others bragged. Although a lot of it was false, they just wanted to let them understand and know the role of basketball.
However.
For Zhang Feng, there was only one sentence in what he said today, which was for himself.
That was to go to the other side of the ocean.
If he wanted to travel the world, he had to build a boat first. The premise of building a boat was that the Science and Technology Department could build a steam engine.
All of these were like huge mountains.
They were rotten and pressed on Zhang Feng's body.
Although Zhang Feng liked this way of life in the Tang Dynasty, he also wanted to urgently change this era. After all, he was used to the modern way of life.
Let him come to this era where there was not even paper to wipe his ass.
Could he stand it?
Only change.
Only then could they know how big this world was.
And they were like frogs at the bottom of a well.
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