Become the city lord from today

The farmers placed sharp farm tools in the middle of the wheat stalks and cut off the wheat with a knife. Although everyone's face was covered with sweat, the corners of their mouths couldn't help but rise.

As long as you hand over 30% of the crops here, the rest will be yours. No one will care whether you sell it or keep it for yourself.

This was something I couldn't even imagine before. I had to hand over 80% of the harvested crops, and I was left with 20%. How could I survive the long winter with just the remaining wheat?

"Hurry up and harvest over there. No one knows if it will rain suddenly."

"After the cutting is finished, the stones are removed and the wheat roots are threshed and screened. After the cutting is finished, it is sent to the stone mill."

"Keep the wheat straw, it’s still useful"

"Do you want some water?"

"......"

Conversations like this happened endlessly. No one complained, and the division of labor was extremely clear.

There are not only the four elf sisters in the farmland, but also a very familiar figure, that is Wen Dilin. She rented a house a few days ago and got back the furniture she had purchased from the staff.

After several days of planning and resting, it wasn't until my body was no longer sore from two months of sea travel that I went out with my notepad.

Wen Dilin sat on the grass on the side of the road and murmured,"This feels so good!"

She held a thick notepad in her hand. It was a new product bought at the big market yesterday. It was the first time she read it. When I saw the thickened version of the notepad, I bought it without hesitation.

She often records some inspirations, and only a thick notebook can satisfy her. Otherwise, there are several notebooks piled up, and it is extremely cumbersome to flip through them.

"Let’s record it. This scene does not exist in the Flanders Empire. Many people may be surprised if it is written at the beginning of a new book. Wen Dilin was excited just thinking about it.

The pen in her hand danced quickly, making a rustling writing sound on the smooth paper. She liked hearing this sound very much, especially when her mind was flooded with thoughts. Writing was The only thing that made her happy.

Wen Dilin tilted her pen to her chin and mumbled,"Would they not believe it after writing this scene?"

She thinks that no one in the Flanders Empire will believe this scene. No one is particularly happy when harvesting crops. Obviously everyone is complaining.

"Anyway, I am stating the facts, and the long-awaited Chang'an City is also selling well, right?"Wendylin convinced herself with this reason.

She wrote for a while and then lay down on the grass. Her golden eyes kept looking at the blue sky. It always rained in the Flanders Empire, so she looked at the blue sky. There are always fewer opportunities.

Even if she leaves and comes to the sea, she is exhausted just from resisting the storm, and when the sun is shining in the sky, how can she still have free time to enjoy the visual enjoyment brought by the blue sky and white clouds?

"Um......"

Wen Dilin stood up and stretched, and a soft voice said,"It's time to go into the city. We have enough time to relax today."

She got up very early today and woke up around six o'clock. , after running for a while in the morning, I went to have breakfast and buy a newspaper, and then went out for a walk outside the city.

Now Chang'an City has unknowingly formed a trend of morning running and night running. They all gathered in the old and new squares and met to run around Chang'an City.

"Tap tap tap......"

Wen Dilin walked to the bus station and started to light up the bus. When she first returned to Chang'an City, the appearance of the bus surprised the girl for a while.

Of course, she also wrote down this magical passenger-carrying object in her notepad, recording its appearance, the number of people carrying it, and its platform. She was surprised by this bus all morning.

Ten minutes later, Wen Dilin got on the bus back to the city, walked to the middle window and sat down. Since she was returning to Chang'an City from Somalia City, there were already many people on the bus.

Wen Dilin looked at the receding scenery outside the window and sighed in her heart,"It would be great if the Flanders Empire could become like this! Or maybe they could come to Chang'an City and have a look!"

She said in her chaotic thoughts. Qian fell asleep, her golden hair falling down, covering her somewhat dark skin. She had been sunburned much darker than before at sea in the past two months.

More than twenty minutes later, a sound of brakes woke up Wen Dilin. She slowly opened her eyes and found that the stop was a library, so she hurriedly grabbed her bag and ran out of the car.

"Why did you fall asleep?"Wendylin shook her neck, a little surprised by the stability of the bus. Although it could not be said that there was no vibration at all, it was generally stable.

She was melancholy at the door of the library for a while, a little hesitant. She wanted to come with her. The library talked about the publication of the book"Longing for Chang'an City", and she wanted to sell the book in Chang'an City.

Wen Dilin held her skirt with one hand and paced back and forth. After struggling for a few minutes, she mustered up the courage and walked in..

The library is not much different from what she remembered. It is still as quiet as before. The only difference is that there are many more plants in it, not a few pots but dozens of pots. It is like being in a forest.

"You will definitely enjoy reading here."Wendylin murmured to herself and walked to the front desk.

"Hello, how can I help you."The curator lowered his voice.

Wen Dilin nodded politely and said,"Hello, I want to talk about publishing books."

"Miss, you want to publish a book, right? Is it your own book or a favor for a friend?"The curator asked in detail.

Wen Dilin pointed to herself without thinking and said,"It's mine, the book I wrote."

"Can you show it to me?"The curator said gently.

"certainly. Wen

Dilin pulled the cross-body bag from behind to in front of her, opened it, took out a book, and said,"This is it!""

The curator took the girl's book and began to look at the appearance. He found that the binding of the book was very rough. It was not so much a book as a book made of several parchments bound together. This kind of book He remembered that books were popular in Chang'an City when it was still called Xiyang City. Not every household had them, because the cost of making such a book was not cheap, but it was also very heavy and incomparable with existing paper books.

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