Chapter 41: Good literary talent
"My lord, did you make this poem just now?" Xiao An's voice trembled, as if he had seen a prehistoric beast.
"Well, of course I did it!" Xiao Zhe thought for a while. He couldn't explain clearly. It would be better to do a copy of the text. "Otherwise, where did you hear it before?"
"No, of course not!" Xiao An's face is now full of admiration, and it can be seen that it is from the sincerity, "Great talent, great talent! Lord Lord, I never thought that you still have such a good literary talent!"
"Oh, it's just a poem. It's just a small path, don't be so surprised!" Xiao Zhe was successful in pretending to be 13, but his face still has a calm expression, "and my people still can't eat it. It’s full, and it’s not warm to wear. How can I have time to engage in these turbulent things."
"Yes, yes, you are right!" Xiao An looked straight and bowed respectfully to him.
"Okay, these flowers are enough for the time being." Looking at the pile of blooming branches, Xiao Zhe calculated in his heart and nodded.
Xiao An ran over and picked up a bunch of hands. Xiao Zhe smiled and used magic to manipulate the remaining flowering branches and returned to the village.
Along the way, all the villagers encountered stopped their work and bowed to him.
Xiao Zhe didn't refuse people thousands of miles away, and responded with a smile one by one. Sometimes he stopped and chatted with the villagers.
"My lord, how do you do this by yourself?" The old village chief saw Xiao Zhe and ran over quickly, complaining in his tone. "You give me an order, just let us do this little thing!"
"Oh, it's okay. I think everyone is busy, so I don't have to trouble you." Xiao Zhe replied casually. He saw that the villagers were busy in full swing, and he was idle with nothing to do.
"My lord, what are you talking about?" What he didn't expect was that the old village chief knelt down with a puff when he heard what he said. "You are our lord. It is our rightful duty to do things for you!" "
"Okay, okay. You get up first!" Xiao Zhe didn't expect his reaction to be so big, so he quickly helped him up, "I'm going to trouble you now, is this all right?"
The old village chief then turned his sorrow into joy, and quickly stood up:
"My lord, please tell me!"
"You go find some women and children with dexterous hands and feet, pluck off these petals and put them away." Xiao Zhe wanted to say "please", but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it. "I have important use." !"
"Yes, please don't worry, sir. I will take care of such a small matter!" The red-faced old village head straightened up and greeted loudly, "Come on, a few idlers, with quick hands and feet."
In a short while, dozens of village women and children gathered around, and everyone bowed to Xiao Zhe before picking the petals.
"By the way, remember to put each kind of petals separately." Xiao Zhe said loudly.
There are so many people and great power, these dozen people will finish picking the petals in a short time. It weighs more than ten kilograms.
With a few words of praise, these village women, like victorious generals, went back and were busy with their work.
With the picked petals, he returned to the Lord's Mansion and saw Jessica greet her.
"Master, what did you do early in the morning?" The little maid complained a little, "Not even breakfast, it's not like a nobleman!"
