Chapter 2: Lao Zhu's Request (Please Save) After confirming Lao Zhu's identity, Zhu Zhanjun felt relieved. Compared to those ordinary old farmers, having an emperor's farmhand, wow... But there was one thing that made Zhu Zhanjun very unhappy. He didn't know whether it was because the fusion was not complete or for other reasons, the space did not have the function of transmission. Old Zhu glanced at Zhu Zhanjun and kicked him in annoyance. "You little bastard, you really treat me as your farmhand." Zhu Zhanjun immediately smiled and flattered him: "Look at what you said, you are not a long-term worker at all. It is us, the young generation, who know nothing, that specially invited you to come here to give us some advice and instruction." Only then did Old Zhu feel satisfied. He sat down on the ground, put one hand on Zhu Zhanjun's shoulder and pointed to the large piece of land in front of him with the other hand. "Little bastard, this is a good place. If our family had this kind of land, your great-grandfather, your great-grandmother, and several great-uncle uncles would not have starved to death." Thinking of the hard times back then, Old Zhu sighed and patted Zhu Zhanjun on the shoulder: "You little bastard, you are the lucky star of our Old Zhu family. Even God is taking care of you."
Zhu Zhanjun turned his head and looked at the fog in the distance. "Don't look over there, it's not open yet." Old Zhu turned Zhu Zhanjun's face back to the land, "This side belongs to you." He stood up and took Zhu Zhanjun to the field. Old Zhu followed the ditch and walked forward, saying, "This land has a magical power given by God. Any seed planted can produce the best fruit." Walking to the edge of a cultivated field, Lao Zhu squatted down and carefully scooped up some black soil with his rough hands. "The soil here is so fertile that seeds planted in one day can produce rice and wheat that would take a month to grow and harvest outside, but here they can be harvested in just a few days." Zhu Zhanjun became interested instantly upon hearing this, and reached out to Old Zhu's hand, wanting to pick up a handful to take a closer look. "Snapped!" Old Zhu quickly put the soil on the ground, raised his hand and patted Zhu Zhanjun's outstretched hand, "You little bastard, you don't know anything and you touch it without permission. Don't ruin it. This is more valuable than gold. What will you do if you break it?" Zhu Zhanjun: ??? My goodness, how can he be such a shameless landlord? Humph, plant more land, crow like a rooster every day before dawn, tire the old man to death, and don't pay him wages. "Walk carefully and don't step on the ground collar." "Stamp your feet, you little bastard. These are our lifeblood..." Zhu Zhanjun silently followed Old Zhu's instructions and shook off the dirt on his boots, making sure they were clean before walking out of the field. The two came to the back of the thatched house. Old Zhu pointed to the prairie and said, "You can raise livestock here. The growth rate is the same as that of the fields. But I suggest you raise horses. The horses raised here are fat and strong. They are excellent war horses. In the future, our Ming Dynasty will not be short of horses." "There's also this pond. We can raise some fish in it and grow some lotus roots. Hey, I haven't had lotus root soup in a long time." After Lao Zhu's lengthy introduction, Zhu Zhanjun understood the ability of his golden finger. The main function of this space is very simple, which is to provide him with strong logistical support. According to Old Zhu, as the space expands in the future, it will be no problem to feed not only the Zhu family, but also the people of the entire Ming Dynasty. "Grandpa, how should this space grow?"
Thinking of the issue of growth, Zhu Zhanjun hurriedly asked Lao Zhu. "follow me!" Lao Zhu waved his hand and the two of them walked into the thatched hut. There is a unique space in the house. It looks like a very small thatched house from the outside, but it is very large inside. The room was divided into several compartments, each with a locked door. Old Zhu pointed to the first door and said, "This is our rest room. We rest and stay here every day." "As for the others." Old Zhu pointed to the other closed doors, "They are all warehouses. The food, meat and fruits we collect in the future can be stored in them, and they will never rot." Zhu Zhanjun's eyes lit up. This function is very good. In this era, there were no various fresh-keeping equipment. It was better in winter, but in summer, things could not be kept at all and would go bad in a few days. After introducing the warehouse, Old Zhu took Zhu Zhanjun to an altar in the middle of the room. “You see, this is where the expansion comes in.” Zhu Zhanjun looked down. A white jade lotus altar with thirty-six lotus petals, unfolded to the size of a square. Lao Zhu explained: "According to my memory, as the master of this space, as long as you have enough fame and prestige in the outside world, this altar will slowly gush out a kind of golden spring water." "Golden spring water is a good thing. It can add fertilizer to the land, and it can also be spread into the fog to drive away the fog and expand the space." After introducing all this, Old Zhu looked at Zhu Zhanjun and said sincerely: "Little bastard, I beg you, you must work hard." Zhu Zhanjun was confused when he heard this, and didn't understand why Old Zhu was more anxious than him, the owner of this space. Without waiting for Zhu Zhanjun to ask, Old Zhu explained the reason. "As far as I remember, every time the space expanded to a certain size, a new long-term worker would be added." "As for these long-term workers, except for us who appeared first, the space owner can choose the other long-term workers according to his needs." "That is to say, when the next house appears, you can choose a long-term worker. As long as the person really existed in history, you can hire him." Zhu Zhanjun suddenly understood after hearing this, and looked at Old Zhu and asked tentatively: "You want me to invite my great grandmother over." Old Zhu nodded silently and said softly: "Your great grandmother has been worrying about us all her life, but we don't know how to be grateful and always make her angry. She hasn't had a good life in our Old Zhu's house for a few days." Pointing around, Lao Zhu sighed, "This place is pretty good. We just want you to invite your great-grandmother over so that we can take good care of her. We can live a normal life as a couple and make up for our past regrets." Old Zhu said a little embarrassedly: "Of course, if it appears again later, can you leave one for your great grandfather, our Biaoer? Oh, and Xiongying." "Of course, if your grandfather or your father dies in the future, we can also bring them in here, and our family can have a happy reunion in here." After stating his needs, Old Zhu felt a little nervous, fearing that Zhu Zhanjun would not agree. After all, he was just a farmhand. This space belonged to Zhu Zhanjun, and Zhu Zhanjun was the owner here. If Zhu Zhanjun doesn't agree, he will have no choice.
Noticing Old Zhu's look of expectation mixed with anxiety, Zhu Zhanjun grinned. "I heard that my great-grandmother's cooking skills are very good. When she comes back, I must try her." "Hahaha……" Old Zhu showed a happy smile on his face, patted Zhu Zhanjun on the shoulder and grinned: "We know our kind, there is no such person who is not loyal." "Come on, little bastard. We have some food there. Let me show you our cooking skills first." Please collect, invest in and read the new book by the new author! (End of this chapter)