Chapter 893 Farming
"It can't be said that I want to farm..."
The patriarch was slightly embarrassed, looked at Ye Fan, and said: "We can also do other jobs like building buildings and moving goods.
"We'll discuss this later." Ye Fan waved his hand, "This is not what I came to see you for today."
"If anything happens, it's okay for King Ye to say it."
"From tomorrow on, I need you to lurk near Luo's house." Ye Fan said, his tone calm.
"Luo family?" These words made the patriarch stunned, "Which Luo family?"
"Oh, I forgot, you don't know yet." Ye Fan held his forehead: "I will point it out to you tomorrow."
"Then we have no problem." The clan leader agreed, "lurk down, and what will we do next?"
"Wait." Ye Fan said: "In three days, there will be a big turmoil in the city."
"You need to make sure that no one from the Luo family takes advantage of the chaos to escape and stop everyone."
"Does King Ye want to take action here..." The clan leader has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. "I don't know how powerful this Luo family is. If possible, we can also help King Ye take action."
"You can't help." Ye Fan shook his head: "This Luo family is the Luo family in Kyoto."
"The Luo family in Kyoto..." The patriarch paused, and then he was shocked: "The Luo family, one of the eight great families??!" μν
"That's right." Ye Fan nodded, but after learning about the Luo family, the patriarch became hesitant.
Among the Eight Families, there are kings.
"I will take action at the king level, you just need to help stop those clansmen." Ye Fan saw the clan leader's concerns and said, and then promised: "After the Snowman clan has done this, after returning to Nanchuan, I can give You arrange a good job."
"A good job that's easier than farming."
"Easier than farming?" These words suddenly moved the Snowman clan leader: "Dare you ask King Ye, what kind of job is it?"
"All you have to do is do it." Ye Fan replied, "My words must be worth something."
"This..." Ye Fan did not answer clearly, and the clan leader also hesitated, but after thinking about the generous treatment of the Bamboo Turtle clan, he immediately made a decision:
"With King Ye's words, we will help you with this!"
"Then it will be a pleasure to cooperate." Ye Fan extended his hand to the patriarch.
The surrender of the Snowman clan was unexpected, but it also confirmed his original suspicion.
Great righteousness can only attract people with lofty ideals, but there are few people with lofty ideals, and more are ordinary people. What is the easiest way to get ordinary people to submit?
Nothing more than banknotes!
"If everyone is the same as the Snowman Patriarch, it would not be so bad." The Patriarch shook hands enthusiastically, and Ye Fan also smiled. He also smiled and said nothing about the Patriarch's test of treatment.
When he was young, he also had many doubts, such as why the aunt who recharged money in the canteen only worked one day a week, why every warehouse had an old man who didn't know where he came from, and why there were so many people sitting in dispensable positions. Why do the imperial court and local officials spend money to support these idle people who seem to be useless...
But now, many problems have been solved.
He didn't know if there were better jobs than farming in Nanchuan now, but he knew that if he wanted to, there would be better jobs soon.
"Holy Lord, many unfamiliar faces have come to King Kong City recently."
Under the throne, a guard was reporting on recent events.
"Those people are searching around the city. Apparently, they are coming for you, the Holy Lord."
"A person of the human king's lineage?" The Holy Master's face was a little gloomy.
"It doesn't look like that. He doesn't feel like a decent person." The guard shook his head, looking a little nervous.
"Not a decent person." The Holy Lord raised his brows: "How is your strength?"
"Very strong." The guard replied hurriedly: "Our eyes have been pulled out by them for several rounds. The opponent's strength is unfathomable. Many times our people were discovered just after they followed up."
"Then the other party has discovered us." The Holy Master nodded.
"Do you need anything from us?" the guard asked cautiously.
"No need." The Holy Lord shook his head, "This is Vajra City, and there is Vajra Protector here."
"Let's take a look first. If they really have any ideas, just kill them directly."
"Okay." The guard nodded and wanted to retreat, but thought of something and hesitated.
"Just tell me if you have anything to say." The Holy Lord was so perceptive that he saw the guard's hesitation at a glance, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Do you know what the crime is for hiding from me?"
"This subordinate deserves to die, this subordinate deserves to die!" Upon hearing this, the guard immediately knelt down with a plop.
"Holy Master, after Luoyang went to Nanchuan, there has been no news for a long time..."
"If there is no news, he is dead. What are you afraid of?" The Holy Lord stared at the guard. His eyes were not like human beings. They looked like snake eyes when he stared at them, which was extra penetrating.
"It would be fine if he died, but just yesterday, he sent a message to his subordinates." The guard almost cried in fear.
"Give me!"
"Here, here." The guard trembled, unable to hold the communicator. After a while, he hurriedly handed it to the Holy Master.
The Holy Master took the communicator and just glanced at the content on it, and his face immediately turned cold.
"Tell the Holy Lord that I have reached the rank of captain in the Nanchuan Ministry of Agriculture, earning three million a year, a car, a house, and a wife. I will not come back."
"I sent a hundred kilograms of high-end grain from Nanchuan to the Holy Master. When you receive it, remember to give it to the Holy Master so that he can see the world."
Snapped!
The communicator was instantly crushed to pieces, and the Holy Master became furious: "Luoyang, you are so brave!!!"
"Go, find the Vajra Protector and ask him to give you someone!" The Holy Master was furious: "Go to Nanchuan and kill this piece of shit in Luoyang!"
"I'm going now, I'm going now!" the guard responded quickly. Seeing that the Holy Lord was angry, he did not dare to stay longer.
The position of front guard is not at all risky. Counting him, this is already the twenty-eighth position.
"I'm so angry!!"
The guard ran away, but the Holy Lord's anger still did not stop. With a casual palm, he made a big hole where the guard just knelt down.
"I asked him to go to Nanchuan to spy on the news, but he went to farm!!??!"
"Luoyang!!! You deserve to die!!"
"Plow the field today, sow the seeds tomorrow, and have a good harvest the day after tomorrow!"
"Remember me, good harvest!"
"Great harvest!!"
"..."
In the early morning, during their free time, the sound of slogans not far away caught the attention of Li Wushuang and Qingzi.
"Then Luoyang took the workers to the fields again." When she discovered that the leader was Luoyang, Qingzi had a smile on her face.
"This guy works so hard every day."
"It's been more than a year. He is the most diligent in this year. He is the first one to start work and the last one to finish work every day." Li Wushuang spoke from the side, with a smile in his eyes: "If it weren't for that file, who would I can’t tell that he is from the Holy Lord.”
"Maybe I've returned home." Qingzi said casually. She was in a idle position, and there was a hint of comfort in her laziness.
"In today's world, as long as people come to Nanchuan, they won't want to leave."
"Then we won't expose him for the time being?" Li Wushuang asked.
"No need." Qingzi shook his head, "Don't you think it's pretty good now?"
"But his origin is a problem after all..."
"Identity is not that important." Qingzi waved her hand, perhaps thinking of Mark's original teachings, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
"Nanchuan never cares about the background and origin of talents. As long as they are willing to contribute to Nanchuan, they can get the treatment they deserve here."
"Such a talented person in farming is hard to find elsewhere."
