Chapter 270: Picture poor see

"Can still summon a giant?"
After listening to Sun Mo's introduction of the effects of the Giant Medicine Pack, Zheng Qingfang was surprised.
"Although giants can't kill people, they are still a little dangerous, so if Uncle Zheng takes a bath, it's best to bring a guard."
Sun Mo didn't intend to show off the scarcity of the giant's medicine pack, but was really worried about what if Zheng Qingfang was in poor health and was scared to death by the giant that suddenly popped out?
"Haha, I remembered it."
Zheng Qingfang actually wanted to invite Sun Mo to take a bath, but by doing so, he might be mistaken for wanting to enjoy the ancient dragon catching hands of others, so he did not speak.
"Uncle Zheng, I think you look good. Don't change your meals recently, just eat like this."
Sun Mo activated God’s Insight. Because his proficiency had already reached the master level, when he looked at Zheng Qingfang, he spontaneously gave out a maintenance plan, including diet, exercise, and even bed work. It can be said to be comprehensive.
Sun Mo took a piece of paper and wrote it down.
"Little brother, you are pretty."
Zheng Qingfang deserves to be an old man who likes painting and calligraphy, and he doesn't care about the tolerance of Sun Mo's writing.
"so so!"
Sun Mo's characters are written on the blackboard, which is used for writing on the blackboard. In the eyes of people of this era, they are fresh and interesting, but there is absolutely no artistic value.
"Uncle Zheng, you eat three meals a day according to this recipe for at least three months, and don't stop practicing moderately!"
Sun Mo confessed, walking behind Zheng Qingfang: "I'll help you massage again!"
Zheng Qingfang didn't want to bother Sun Mo at first, but when the kid put his hands on his shoulders, Zheng Qingfang instantly lost his resistance, like falling into the clouds, and his whole body floated comfortably.
Sun Mo first used the blood circulation technique to clean up the toxins in Zheng Qingfang's blood, and then gave him a full set.
When it was finished, Zheng Qingfang was already lying on the couch like noodles.
"Help your master to clean it!"
Sun Mo washed his hands and face under the costume of the maid.
Half an hour later, Zheng Qingfang appeared in front of Sun Mo, a refreshed and refreshed face, not only flushed, but also full of anger when he spoke.
"It's amazing, it's amazing."
Zheng Qingfang sighed again and again: "Little brother, thanks to you, my old life can survive till now."
Ding!
The favorability from Zheng Qingfang +100, friendly (560/1000).
"Uncle Zheng is serious."
Sun Mo shook his head.
"Ha ha!"
Zheng Qingfang doesn't say anything anymore. Some kindness is to be remembered for the rest of his life: "By the way, did you encounter any problems during this sudden visit? If I can do it, there is no reason to define it."
It's not that Zheng Qingfang is direct, but he feels that the relationship between himself and Sun Mo no longer needs to be so polite. Sun Mo's business is his own business.
"There are several business owners who want to use farmers to coerce the Zhongzhou Academy to raise prices!"
Sun Mo said the matter again.
"These profiteers, earning so much money, are they not satisfied? It's really a crime."
After Zheng Qingfang listened, he patted the table.
As a ruler, Zheng Qingfang first considers the interests of the peasants. After all, this is the foundation of a country. As for the businessmen, they are the fat sheep raised in captivity. If the treasury has no money, kill a wave. If the monarch is upset, he can also kill. A wave.
"I think someone behind them is instructing them to make trouble."
Sun Mo was vaccinated first, and in all likelihood, it was the Lord Li Zixing.
"No matter what big backstage is behind these profiteers, if you do this kind of thing, you must be prepared to accept punishment."
Zheng Qing Fangda's tone was very tough, and he was also giving Sun Mo a reassurance to let him rest assured that Zheng Qingfang took care of this matter.
"Uncle Zheng, I have some selfish intentions. I want to help Zhongzhou Academy through this crisis, but more often, I still help the peasants. Why I have worked so hard to grow vegetables for a year and burn them for a year? The charcoal made so much in the end, and most of the money is made by the middlemen."
Sun Mo has seen too much news of this kind.
The purchase price of watermelons, grapes, and various vegetables grown by farmers is only a few cents. Even if the price is too low, no one cares about it. It rots to the ground, but once it enters the supermarket, ordinary people want to buy it. Then it's dying expensive.
What kind of garlic you are cruel, Jiang you army, isn't it all speculation?
However, Sun Mo also understands that businessmen do business to make money, and who do business without profit?
Of course, in modern times, Sun Mo can't do anything about it. The market is self-dominant, but in Kyushu, the government has the final say. If you say kill you, then kill you.
"What do you want to do?"
Zheng Qingfang saw that Sun Mo had an idea, and motioned him to speak out and listen.
Sun Mo did not hide it, and told Zheng Qingfang of his plan.
"Okay, just do what you said."
Zheng Qingfang readily agreed.
Sun Mo achieved his goal and left.
Zheng Qingfang originally wanted to ask for a painting, but when he saw that Sun Mo was so busy, he didn't feel embarrassed to speak, so he took out the Tripitaka and the Girl Spring Rain and continued to appreciate it.
Recently, Zheng Qingfang could not eat or sleep without admiring these two famous paintings for a while every day.
After having dinner, Zheng Qingfang asked his servant to prepare bath water: "Go and call Qi'er!"
Zheng Qingfang wants to take a bath with his grandson, but who knows that the servant will report, the young master is practicing calligraphy.
"Study? Are you reading miscellaneous books?"
Zheng Qingfang snorted coldly. He didn't believe that the playful was able to practice handwriting patiently. He must have acquired a new book of eroticism and was fascinated by it.
You can't learn well at such a young age, and you still have it when you grow up?
Zheng Qingfang rushed to his grandson's study. He was going to reprimand him for a few words, but he saw a little fat man standing at the desk, writing carefully.
Wow!
A gust of wind blows, and the paper on the table is overturned and spilled all over the floor.
Zheng Qingfang looked down and found that although the words on the paper were ugly, it was obviously hard work.
"Isn't it? Are you really practicing calligraphy?"
Zheng Qingfang was astonished, and he found that there was a serious atmosphere on his grandson, which was really rare.
The little fat man was so absorbed in that he didn't even know Zheng Qingfang was here.
"what happened?"
Zheng Qingfang quietly backed out and asked the servant, and soon he knew the answer.
In the afternoon, Shaoye Sun met Sun Mo in the study, then went to a toilet, shut himself in the study, and began to practice writing.
"Sun Mo?"
Zheng Qingfang patted his head in annoyance. Why did I forget this? I can ask him to be a tutor for his grandson!
Perhaps this stubborn grandson, under Sun Mo's guidance, can correct evil and become sensible and learning.
...
The little fat boy Zheng Qi'er was practicing calligraphy, practicing, and suddenly cried.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurai?"
The handwriting practiced by the little fat man came from a jade X group. It was also an book, and he wrote the most exciting passage, but he found that he had no response.
This... this is obviously a waste!
I haven't been to the brothel, and I haven't tasted the taste of famous prostitutes. No, I want to practice and train my body to the top of the sky.
So in the following days, Zheng Qier began to work hard.
Sun Mo didn't know that the halo of a famous teacher he accidentally released was changing a teenager's daily life.
...
In the early morning, the singing of insects and birds made the villa area more peaceful.
Sun Mo liked this environment, got up, brushed his teeth, and then went to the backyard for morning exercises.
"is the teacher here?"
Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo brought some ingredients and knocked on the door.
"Why are you here?"
Sun Mo was surprised.
"Of course it is to take care of the teacher's daily life!"
Li Ziqi smiled and went to the kitchen. After a short while, a hearty breakfast was ready. For this meal, she specifically consulted the five chefs at home.
Sun Mo touched Lu Zhiruo's forehead and opened the bronze treasure chest.
Get a badge of time.
After Sun Mo struggled for a few minutes, he finally chose to upgrade the Wind King God Step. This is a light skill. After learning it, he can increase his movement speed several times.
Ding!
"Congratulations, your wind king has a magical step, and your proficiency has been raised to specialization level."
The three had breakfast together, went to the teaching building, and then parted ways at the entrance of the building.
The two girls went to teacher Yan's psychic class, while Sun Mo went to practice medicine, but halfway through, there was a huge riot in the campus.
More than a thousand people poured into the campus chanting slogans.
"There are old people at the top, young people at the bottom, no one cares about starving to death!"
"The leaders of Zhongzhou eat meat, we eat shit!"
"Let the Minister of Logistics Sun Mo get out, we don't want to lead unscrupulously."
These thousands of people, looking at their clothes, were all peasants facing the loess and back to the sky. They shouted hoarsely, revealing a sense of sadness and resentment.
Huh!
A full three hundred eyes in the amphitheater fell on Sun Mo.
Even the students know that the logistics minister of Zhongzhou Academy is Sun Mo.
"Sun Mo is in big trouble this time!"
"I heard that he strongly rejected the three business owners. See, the revenge came immediately."
"Let's see how he solves it this time? If you don't fix it, your reputation will stinks."
The teachers are also watching.
An Xinhui, who received the news, rushed right away.
"Uncles and uncles, what are you doing?"
An Xin's brows were frowned and the peasants marched. The spread of this incident had an impact on the reputation of Zhongzhou Academy.
Several representatives walked out, looking helpless.
"Principal An, we all can't afford to eat anymore. I heard that you approve of price increases, but were rejected by Minister Sun?"
The talking was an old man in his fifties ~EbookFREE.me~ named Yu Sheng. As soon as he spoke, he pulled An Xinhui into his camp and set Sun Mo as a target.
"Who told you to increase the price?"
Integrity has also come, and after hearing this, I questioned it aggressively.
"Teacher Lian, our vegetables and charcoal are the best, and they are supplied to Zhongzhou University for the first time. Have you ever neglected these years? Now, the prices of rice and grain have risen in the market, and we just followed them up a little bit. , Can't it?"
Old man Yu is very tough, don't think he is a farmer, but he is not afraid of these teachers, because even if you are upset with me, you can't beat me, right?
The identity of a farmer is the natural amulet of Old Man Yu.
Just like Sun Mo, if he beat a businessman, he was also a beating for nothing, and he could also say that he was rich and unkind. Can you let him try to beat a peasant? It is guaranteed to be blacked into carbon the next day.
In Kyushu, farmers are a disadvantaged group and need to be taken care of. This is political correctness.