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Chapter 30 Supply exceeds demand

"Young Master, you can't do it!"

"Yes, we can live until now, all depends on the grandfather!"

Everyone said one by one, but they didn't dare to accept Qin Mo's great gifts.

Yang Liugen said: "Young Master, if you need anything, just give me instructions, even if we take the lives of our brothers, we will not blink!"

"Uncle Liugen, what do I want you to do? Your life is the greatest wealth of my Qin family!"

Qin Mo was also very moved that these people are definitely the most valuable treasures of the Qin family.

Yang Liugen was slightly surprised when he heard this, but he was even more moved, "Young Master, you have really grown up!"

The others were even more moved. They knew how stupid Qin Mo was before, but now Qin Mo actually knew that he had admitted his mistake.

Qin Mo scratched his head and blushed a little by their praise. He just apologized. Is it necessary to praise him so ruthlessly?

"Then what, uncles, I have drawn some drawings. Can you see if you can type them in the style on the drawing?"

Qin Mo handed over the rice paper in his hand. This rice paper was so expensive, and it cost more than one hundred quotas in his hand.

It costs more than one hundred yuan to be a piece of white paper that is one foot square. How dare you think?

Moreover, the rice paper is yellowed and the supply is in short supply.

Damn, if he made a piece of paper, wouldn’t he make a profit?

But the thing Baipao is so scary that he dare not release it for the time being.

Yang Liugen took the drawings, and the others surrounded him, "Young Master, what is this?"

"This is a round table, no matter the primary or secondary, everyone is in a circle, and dozens of people can sit at the same time!"

"What is this, Hu Tang? It's a bit different!"

Hu Tang came from the Western Regions, and Daqian was not very popular, but Qin Mo's paintings were not very similar to Hu Tang.

"It's almost the same, but I'm the Grand Master's Chair, this is the Rocking Chair, the Sofa..."

Qin Mo explained to them in detail the size and production method of these things. They were all old carpenters and blacksmiths for many years, and they immediately understood.

Yang Liugen said: "Have you heard it clearly?"

"It's clear!"

"Then start work. You must make what the young master needs as soon as possible. Whoever dares to cheat and cheat, I, Yang Liugen, can't spare him!"

"yes!"

Dozens of craftsmen started to move.

Qin Mo walked around Qinzhuang.

Most of the here are earthen houses and tile houses, which are short and small, with wind leaks in winter and rain leaks in summer. In Xiao Liuzi's mouth, this is like a wealthy village.

"Young Master, our Qinzhuang is a wealthy village that can be found in ten miles and eight villages. Other villages are still thatched houses. People from other villages eat one meal a day, and our Qinzhuang eat two meals a day!" Xiao Liuzi raised his head and looked proud.

"A terrible thing, live in a dirt house and eat two meals to make you rich?"

Qin Mo glanced at Xiao Liuzi with contempt, but it was indeed the case. When he came to Qinzhuang, the villages along the way were more and more miserable.

This is still a capital city. If it is in other places, wouldn’t it not even have thatched houses?

I remember the big house where the nobles in the capital lived. There were wine and meat every meal every day. It was really a stinky place for the rich and the road was frozen to death!

The people in Qinzhuang were very simple and greeted Qin Mo.

The children wearing open-crotch pants, naked birds and snot hairs were running around the farm in straw sandals.

Poor, really too poor.

At this moment, Qin Mo suddenly felt a little lucky that he had traveled through time and became the son of the Duke, not the ordinary people.

At this moment, a woman's cry suddenly sounded, "Help, come and help..."

Hearing the crying, the people from Qinzhuang surrounded him.

Qin Mo also frowned, "Go and take a look!"

By the time he arrived, there were already many people surrounded there.

"Just let me go, the young master is here!" Xiao Liuzi shouted loudly, and the crowd separated a road.

Qin Mo walked in and saw a woman holding a man. The man was hit by an arrow in the abdomen and blood flowed continuously. An old man with gray hair was carrying a medicine box and looked at the arrows and shook his head, "The arrows entered the internal organs, and the medicine stones were no longer a doctor. If you have any questions, just explain them. If you draw the arrow, you may not even be able to explain your funeral!"

Everyone around them was full of tranquility. They were in Qinzhuang for more than 20 years and were soldiers who retreated from the battlefield back then. Friendship was like the sea, and they reproduced the next generation together, not like relatives, but better than relatives.

"I was hunting on the mountain and hit a sika deer. A group of people took advantage of it. I didn't give it to me, and the man shot me with an arrow..."

The man's face was pale, and everyone was indignant when they heard this.

"Who is it? You dare to shoot my Qin family with an arrow!"

"Go up the mountain and catch them!"

"Let them pay their lives!"

"Young Master, what should I do?" Xiao Liuzi looked at Qin Mo.

Everyone also subconsciously looked at Qin Mo because he was the young owner and the old owner was not here, so he had the final say here.

Qin Mo hurriedly squatted down, pulled out the dagger with him, and cut open the man's clothes. He found that although the arrows were penetrated into the flesh, they had very little bleeding.

It should be that the arrow blocked the wound. If he was unlucky, he would definitely have bleeding inside.

But he can run down the mountain, maybe... there is a turning point!

He is not a medical student, but he still understands some common medical knowledge.

If you do not hurt important organs, cut open the wound and remove the arrowhead, you may survive.

He said immediately: "A few people came and carried him into the room and brought the kerosene lamp, gauze, knife, and needles and thread for sewing!

The others went up the mountain and stopped the miscellaneous people. If they dared to resist, they would be the one who killed me!"

The people in Qinzhuang are all from the Qin family. In Qin Mo's eyes, they are the most trustworthy people.

Although this was his first time here, their eyes made Qin Mo unable to ignore it!

Hearing Qin Mo's words, everyone started to move.

The injured person was lifted into the room.

The doctor in Qinzhuang was also the military doctor who was with him back then, named Hu Sanjin. He looked at Qin Mo in confusion, "Young Master, what are you preparing these things for?"

Qin Mo said: "Open the belly and take out the arrow!"

What!

Hu Sanjin and his group were stunned. They were broken. Who is still alive?

"Young Master, stop making trouble!"

Xiao Liuzi was also anxious, "If the prince knows this, he will have to break your legs!"

"Shut up!"

Qin Mo scolded him, since he came to Daqian, he has been silly and silly, but this time, he became serious, "Go and bring what I said immediately, I'm not kidding! He may be able to save him, but if he ignores him, he will die!"

Hu Sanjin looked at Qin Mo and gritted his teeth, "I have needles for stitching and gauze here!"

Xiao Liuzi also quickly brought the kerosene lamp.

Qin Mo looked at the injured and his wife, "There is a certain risk of breaking the belly, and he may die, but if you don't take out the arrow, you will definitely die. You will make your own choice!"
Chapter completed!
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