Doctor’s Rebirth

Chapter 1052

After completing various village investigations, Jin Cheonhee sighed slightly.

‘Everyone’s rave reviews.’

It seemed like they thought it was almost new technology.

There were even people who asked them to sell it just once.

The step thresher was an agricultural revolution.

‘Well, the unit price is the problem, but there is no need to have one in every house. I think it would be more than enough if each village had one or two…’

With that, we returned to Uigak and headed to a nearby workshop.

The workshop is already busy making Yuho refrigerators.

As soon as the design for the threshing machine is taken out, the workshop owner starts crying.

“Right now, we don’t even have the manpower to make refrigerators, but we’re talking about threshing machines!”

“Oh, you don’t have that much manpower? “All you have to do is make a few test pieces.”

At those words, Gong Bang-ju looked at Jin Cheon-hee with the eyes of a devil.

Go! In the name of Kangho’s duty, cooperation, and Eunwon, I speak to you, devil, go away!!

“doesn’t exist! “Such manpower!”

People who don’t know may say what a foolish thing to do to the heavenly governor, but it is Jin Cheon-hee who wants this kind of atmosphere.

Clearly humans are not omnipotent.

However, the people of the pyramid society have an evil law that requires them to criticize whatever they are told to do.

This means that when an official tells me to fly, I must firmly believe that I can fly and either jump off a cliff or at least pretend to fly.

So, if you are asked to do something that can’t be done, the subordinates can’t tell you that it can’t be done, so the administration tends to go round and round on a psionic merry-go-round.

“Ugh…!”

The demon governor who had been exorcised shed tears.

However, we cannot give up here.

“Well… how about taking in the influx of people and using them? “I approved it and gave it the budget.”

“is it so. We have already taken him in and are training him well! However, even though we are planning to build additional workshops in Zhejiang and Liaoning provinces, it is difficult to secure the manpower to go there.”

shit. No month.

Muwol put in the plan.

‘Who approved that? Was it me? ‘Wow, it was me.’

Jin Cheon-hee beat her chest and regretted it.

“Sure, I understand. What an overload. “It can’t be helped.”

It is the defeat of the devil governor.

When Jin Cheon-hee obediently turned around, the workshop leader raised his arms in front of the craftsmen.

Gesture of victory!

“Waaah!”

The artisans cheer.

Can not help it. The workshop leader is truly the guardian of the workshop and a warrior of rest.

If I were to be tasked by that demon-possessed governor again, I wouldn’t have time to spend even if I earned money.

There are no poor people among them anymore.

A high-ranking craftsman earns more than an official who has eaten a little ink.

However, no rest is given.

The damn devil, Tae-soo, is walking down a path where neither he nor others rest.

“Quick toegeunn!”

“Get off work, get off work, get off work!”

Like a priest at the turn of the century shouting for aqua cola during a drought, the workshop manager called for work to end and the craftsmen rang the gong for work to end.

Jeeeeee!

Those who said in the past that they would have no wish to live in a large tile-roofed house with meat and side dishes for three meals are no longer there.

The era is about work-life balance.

Jin Cheon-hee thought as she watched the workshop craftsmen escape together after exorcising the demon governor.

“This… should be outsourced.”

The wicked evil of farming does not stop.

Even if we borrow the hand of capitalism, we will definitely complete this farming tool.

* * *

Outsourcing.

outsourcing.

Even though Baeklin Uigak is a large corporation, it cannot do everything alone.

“But isn’t Geumhyeolbang obsessed with making Yuho refrigerators these days? In addition, I heard that there is a shortage of craftsmen needed to produce mirrors and make guest cups every day.”

Moreover, there are no letters from Sima County these days.

In a river where there is no phone or email, it is common to disappear and come back every now and then, so I have no choice but to get used to it.

Isn’t this guy the kind of guy who’s going to go somewhere and yell at his brother?

“The Gongsun family can’t do anything for a while because of the Mo Yong-se incident.”

Even though the North Sea Ice Palace is helping with recovery, such recovery ultimately takes time.

All craftsmen belonging to the Gongsun family are doing their best to restore the things that the Mo Yong family has damaged.

Fortunately, Gongson tax has a lot of money. A lot.

Because Jeok-ok has now gone beyond being a bestseller and is becoming a steady seller.

Wouldn’t it be possible to say that among the people of the Fire Empire, there are people who have not tried sapphire, but there is no one who has not tried red jade?

The price per unit is low, but if you just print a lot and sell a lot, that’s all money.

And it’s not just low.

It is said that the red jade made by carving real ruby for Buuja customers was a huge hit.

The wooden tablets used are also made by carving jade stones instead of just wooden tablets.

As it was incredibly extravagant, there was a lot of margin left over.

Surprisingly, it was sold the same day as it was taken.

‘Of course, this is only part of the business.’

Of all the businesses that Gongsunhyun has done so far, there are almost none that haven’t been huge hits.

It may be surprising, but the Mo Yong family did not plan to join hands with the Blood Mission for nothing.

My cousin bought a rice field.

I also bought too much.

And out of jealousy, the rice field and the house were completely destroyed, so the cousin whose home was ruined must free up money and release people to get everything back to normal.

I won’t be able to do any outside work for a while.

“Should we join hands with other groups?”

I thought about the factions that belong to the Oryunhoe one by one.

Bothamun Namgungse and these two are from the Daemun faction.

And now, it can be said that quite a few small and medium-sized sects have joined.

It appears to be more secular than the Murim Alliance, but it is rare for it to have a workshop at all.

The Namgung family can use engine models, but they do not mass produce them.

‘What is needed now is not a few experts carefully making tracheal-style nasal sinuses, but mass production with just a little tracheal-style flavor.’

There is also the disadvantage of being weak in woodworking skills.

Botamun is a broke group to begin with, and they have recently earned some money by getting along well with Haomun in Zhejiang Province, but they also have no workshop.

“Ah, the head monk of Botamun has very little sense of money…”

If you have some money saved up, you should use it for the sect. Why not buy a boat and rent it out to the common people for almost nothing? In the name of teaching Buddhist scriptures to poor children. I am having them study writing.

Of course, there are many political factions that do this.

However, most of them do something called giving back to society after they have grown up to a certain level, and they do not live by giving away all the money they earn like the head monk.

“Monk Abbi, the Emperor of Swords, is not interested in money either.”

If your skills are as good as his, you will be able to receive a request for a special express ticket from the port office.

Although it is something that skilled hermits do to make quick money, Botamun is not the kind of person who wants to save face.

Either way, Monk Avi just doesn’t do it.

He is working together with several disciples who are like naked thunderbolts.

Collaboration, even true cooperation that saves the civilians, does not make money.

Therefore, Monk Abis is poor, and the disciples under Monk Abis are also poor.

If he happens to have money, it all goes into his disciples’ mouths.

The more Monk Father and his followers cooperated, the more they shed obscurity, and now Kang-ho knew how well the swordsmen of Botamun were eating.

Because this is the situation.

“Bitter… I don’t want to give work to the people of the Murim Alliance. “What should I do?”

With that in mind, I headed back to Uigak.

An unmanned aerial vehicle was approaching quickly.

“Lord Incinerator. “It is said that His Majesty Emperor Hua Hua’s decree will arrive soon!”

“Ah again~~ why~?”

A commandment from His Majesty the Emperor that must be honored.

Isn’t it a golden name like the sky?

Normally, three generations would have to come out and have a party.

An expression of ‘Why again~?’ appears on Jin Cheon-hee’s face.

‘No, is our Incinerator sane?’

Mu-in was distraught at this display of disloyalty, but was relieved that this was Baekrin’s Pavilion and that no one was watching.

Of course, that facial expression Sogakju is making.

Because it was the younger brother who was annoying his older brother.

* * *

“Prince Jin Cheon-hee, receive the commandment!”

“Manshe! Manche! “All right!”

It is probably not an illusion that the pronunciation is leaky.

He clearly shows courtesy, but his expression seems oddly unmotivated.

Jin Cheon-hee came to receive the imperial order in such a state of low pressure.

If you roughly listen to the story, that’s it.

-Isn’t it time for you to return to the palace?

It is unknown whether it was gold, silver, or the hearts of two people, but Jin Cheon-hee bowed again without a soul.

The eunuch folded the edict, bowed politely, and then returned.

‘It’s time for regular checkups. And… maybe he wants to ask me to cook for the last cooking competition?’

Write it.

That’s how it feels.

There is no way I can forget that my eldest child, Red, ate this Gold & Silver.

Especially since I also ate Admiral Taegam.

Even though it was said that the Emperor sent the Admiral Tae-gam instead because it would be a shame for him to personally come to the neighborhood cooking feast, there is no way that the early adopters of this gluttonous monster food culture world would just sit by and watch.

‘Oh, should we try using the imperial palace instead?’

Aren’t these guys the kind of guys who prey on people?

Of course, it is the duty of a strong man to give something, and something comes in return, but the emperor is not a strong man.

It’s not even a human baby.

Of course, medically speaking, it is true that it is a human baby, but according to this faith, the empire and the emperor are connected, so if the emperor is sick, the empire is also sick. I don’t know if it is an indigenous belief or propaganda, but it has spread.

Anyway, even though he is a bastard who has forgotten all about humanity and righteousness, since Jin Cheon-hee is his doctor, he returns the favor in return.

‘It just so happens that Master isn’t here either.’

Jin Cheon-hee first told Nok-ryeok to tell Master that he went to the imperial palace when he finds him.

Nokryuk nodded.

And Jashi, who was drawing a magic circle on the ground next to the green power, also nodded.

“Have a nice trip. “Don’t die from overwork.”

There’s something strange about the greeting.

Fortunately, Jashi is doing well, although he is very afraid of Yuho, and his green power is a bit… a bit like that of a cow or a chicken.

It looks like the green power is a bit acceptable(?).

Otherwise, one way or another, I am destined to be caught in the hands of my teacher and have to work like Uma.

So maybe I just let go of something in my heart.

Fear of the unknown, survival instinct, things like that.

So, Jin Cheon-hee packed her bags and set off for the imperial palace.

The speed of the Hwanggu Express is outstanding even today.

That’s how we arrived at the imperial palace.

After properly refining his clothes, he entered the palace again through the back door.

‘Now I’m more familiar with the back door than the front door.’

The rumor is strange that a retainer always meets only through the back door.

The eunuch welcomed Jin Cheon-hee with a happy face and guided her to a certain place.

‘Oh, let’s go to the imperial palace kitchen again this time.’

I thought so.

‘The kitchen is a kitchen, but it’s not the imperial palace kitchen?’

It wasn’t the magnificent imperial palace formal kitchen Geonryong Geumhwa Kitchen from last time.

A sort of separate room appears and you are guided into the separate kitchen.

What was waiting for Jin Cheon-hee this time.

“Hmm, are you here?”

Punghageum.

It is a rare monster.

Gold, whose face had been difficult to show for so long, was greeting Jin Cheon-hee with his chin resting on his sour expression.

“I see you, Your Majesty. Manshe Manshe….”

“Oh stop!”

He also criticizes Jin Cheon-hee, who hesitantly pulls out her buttocks.

Jin Cheon-hee put her butt back in as if she had been waiting for those words.

“Treat me like you normally would.”

“yes. your majesty.”

“Just call me Wangya.”

“yes yes.”

“Aren’t you curious why it was called this unknown annex instead of Geonryong Geumhwa Kitchen?”

“Uh… I don’t know.”

Jin Cheonhee thought.

‘Is it because they thought about my human rights when I had to make dumplings in front of all the masters at that time?’

“It’s because a lot of the palace servants have been behaving strangely since you came. So I just called you here.”

‘…It can’t be like that.’

If he had thought about human rights, this guy would have been a martial star emperor or a martial star revolutionary.

“Well, I see.”

Jin Cheon-hee thought so, but her voice was calm.

“okay. Let’s take a look at Hwangryongdaesuksu’s skills. “I will attend to government affairs here, so you can cook.”

“Yes yes.”

“I want to eat the chogye noodles you made. “Make me two bowls.”

‘What kind of person am I, Han Seok-bong? I’ll cut rice cake and you can write?’

It was unpleasant.

He was a bitch, but he didn’t have enough power to argue with the damn emperor.

a lot.

In the original pyramid centralized system, the emperor is the law that can make even a high-ranking official of the prefectural government roll up noodles.

So Jin Cheon-hee put on an apron, rolled up her sleeves, and started cooking.

Geumwangya looked at Jin Cheonhee with eyes full of expectation.