Zhou ErLang looked confused, "Didn't you say that the blueprint was provided by you?"
"Yes, the one from the agricultural book," Manbao replied.
Zhou Dalang's eyes sparkled as he asked, "Does that mean our family can also make one?"
Manbao nodded, waving her small hand dismissively, "Anyone can make it."
After teaching the carpenters, could he really stop them from making it for others?
What Old Zhou was most concerned about was, "Is it expensive to build?"
Manbao looked to Bai Shanbao, who turned to look at Daji.
Daji looked around and, realizing he had no one else to refer to, said, "The carpenters are not willing to come to the house. Please wait a moment, young master, I'll go find the lad who brought back the plow."
"Because it's the first time making this kind of plow, the carpenter pondered over it for a long time. We provided the wood, and on top of that, the labor cost was nine hundred wen."
Old Zhou and the others were taken aback. Wasn't that rather expensive?
