"Master Luther." Bob changed his previous excitement and looked at Luther seriously.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Bob so serious, Luther subconsciously straightened his posture and then asked in confusion.

"Master Luther, although there is no physical object yet, this thing called "plow" has been imprinted in Old Bob's mind. This thing is simply a magical tool for reclaiming wasteland. With it, the strong laborers in the folk can save a lot of energy and reclaim more fields. With fields, there will be more food. This fundamentally changes farming and the status of farmers. Old Bob can't help but want to farm. We have three men in our family, so we can definitely reclaim a lot of fields."

Bob looked serious and vaguely yearning.

The reason why Old Bob became a blacksmith was because it was the family business passed down from his father. In fact, Old Bob was not very passionate about the blacksmith career. His dream was to let his eldest son become a blacksmith as soon as possible, inherit the position of blacksmith, and then the whole family would go farming.

That's right, old Bob's dream is to be a great farmer.

Therefore, Old Bob said in a tone of praise and even admiration: "I don't know which genius invented this thing. With it, farmers and farmland will change the existing pattern, and even change the Kingdom of Prussia and even the whole world."

At this point, Old Bob raised his head and looked at Luther enthusiastically, and asked, "Master Luther, may I ask who invented this "plow"? Old Bob must visit if he has a chance."

Luther's expression was a bit strange. As for who invented it, only a genius would know. If we were to generalize, it should be the crystallization of Chinese wisdom.

And in this world, he is the only one who can be considered to have inherited China.

So, I can say that I invented it, right? But isn't it a bit of a compliment to admit it so generously? Bob misunderstood and shook his head in disappointment, saying, "Is he no longer alive? That's a pity. This is a great work that changed the world."

At this point, Bob looked forward to it again: "Can I know the name of this person and where his grave is? It would be nice to visit his gravestone and pay tribute to him if I have the chance."

Bob was an excellent blacksmith and a smart man. He knew very well what this would bring. Coupled with his dream of becoming a great farmer, old Bob became an avid fan.

At this time, Luther finally overcame the awkwardness in his heart. After all, I am also a part of China, so it can't be considered plagiarism.

Besides, if we admit that we made this plow ourselves.

If you add manure to fertilize the fields, it can create huge prestige.

It seems great that not only the peasants of Pompeii, but perhaps even the peasants of the entire Kingdom of Prussia will praise me.

Then, Luther showed a faint smile on his face, and said in a rather mysterious way: "Well, this is my invention."

"What?!" Bob's eyes widened. His eyes were already very big, and now they widened to the maximum effect, as if they were two eggs.

The scene was a bit funny.

Bob was a little dizzy. Such a great artifact, a farming artifact, was actually made by Master Luther, and this teenage boy in front of him?

The heir of the House of Pompey, the current knight, and the future noble knight lord.

Invented a farming tool.

It's incredible.

Bob's head felt dizzy, as if there was a halo above his head. Two little birds were circling and chirping.

"How is it? Can it be made?" It was shameless plagiarism, but Luther had no intention of showing off further, so he returned to the point and asked in a serious manner.

Later, Luther explained: "I drew a sketch. This plow cannot be made entirely of iron. The upper part is the wooden frame, and the sharp soil loosening tool at the bottom is the iron tool."

Bob was startled when he heard this, and then patted his chest as if he was doing something sacred.

"Okay, once you've built it, come see me in the castle right away," Luther said.

"yes."

Bob said.

Luther left the forge soon after handing the matter over to Bob. Plows were being made, cattle were being brought in, manure was being used to fertilize the fields, and road repairs were being made.

After that, Luther became a hands-off boss, leaving all matters to his subordinates.

Actually, not entirely.

Although Luther was immersed in developing his territory, he never relaxed for a moment regarding his own strength. He exercised his body, practiced fighting spirit, and swordsmanship every day.

Although the fighting spirit of the Pompeii family is not very advanced, it has a solid foundation.

Luther believed that sooner or later he would be able to obtain a better Dou Qi Secret Book, eat potions crazily, and become a powerful knight. Therefore, it was necessary to lay a solid foundation now.

Time flies, and soon five days have passed.

It was a sunny morning, a weather that puts people in a good mood.

According to custom, Luther should be attending cultural classes at this time. But recently Luther has stopped going. Luther has almost absorbed all the knowledge in Teacher Qiao Xiu's head, and the only thing left to absorb is useless things such as poetry.

However, according to Mr. Magellan, for knight training, it is enough to set aside half a day every day. Spending too much time on training will damage the body.

So in the morning, Luther often had nothing to do.

Just this morning, Luther rode a horse and took Xuxuya for a ride in the territory. After riding around for a while, Luther handed the horse to the guard and planned to go back to the room to drink some water.

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

Luther was cheered up, knowing that the plow was available.

Although Luther knew that Bob could make it, he was not 100% sure before he saw the real thing. Now that the good news came, he was naturally very happy.

Wealth, territory, strength, status.

It all starts here.

So, Luther hurriedly let Xiu Xiuya go out to play by himself, and went into the castle to meet Bob. In addition to the hall, there was also a living room on the second floor of the castle.

When Luther came to the living room, he saw Bob sitting on a chair holding a huge plow. There was a pot of water on the small table next to him.

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

Bob was talking to little Maya somewhat absentmindedly, looking around from time to time.

Seeing Luther coming in, Bob couldn't wait to stand up, excitedly showing off the "plow" in his hand, and said happily: "Master Luther, look, I made it. Old Bob made it."

(End of this chapter)