Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 381 (21)

Hearing Qiao Yurong's voice, Han Qing opened his eyes and smiled, "Are you done?"

Qiao Yurong nodded, went to bed naturally, put her head on Han Qing's lap in a lying posture, and frowned beautifully: "Well, these people are good at doing things, but they still don't know how to be flexible, and they need to pay more attention to themselves. That's good."

"What happened?" Han Qing asked.

Qiao Yurong's white and tender fingers walked back and forth on the indigo silk brocade: "I have a long way to go in this remote mountain village, so don't dig the heating pipes. After so long, these people didn't report to me. It's the end of November now. At the coldest time, the weather is so cold, and those people don’t know how to live, so they are really worried.”

Han Qing caressed Qiao Yurong's delicate face with his well-articulated hands, and said dotingly, "And then?"

Qiao Yurong lay down and looked at Han Qing, her clear eyes shone like thousands of stars, and said: "Han Qing, if not, tell Xiao Yan to let his officers and soldiers do things for me, okay? At most one month, the heating will be completed." That's fine."

Han Qingting frowned: "You mean to dig through all the iron pipes in the village?"

Qiao Yurong nodded.

Han Qing couldn't help but poke Qiao Yurong's forehead with his finger and said, "You silly girl, why can't you figure it out so much? You spent a lot of time digging iron pipes, wouldn't it be better for a village to build a small self-supplied iron stove for heating? Not only does it take a lot of time and effort, but the journey is so long, so wouldn’t it be more expensive to call?”

Qiao Yurong patted himself on the forehead as if he had been enlightened, and said, "Why didn't I think of it?"

Glancing at Han Qing, Qiao Yurong smiled and said, "Honey, those grown-ups still say that this king thinks meticulously, thinking about it, where is your meticulous and practical thinking? When you say that, I'm so enlightened." Figured out."

After a pause, Qiao Yurong showed a flattering expression: "But this still requires the help of Xiao Yan's men and horses. You have to know that those various iron objects are so big that they can't be delivered to those villages in a short while without the help of men and horses. "

"Didn't your own private soldiers recruit almost 5000 people?" Han Qing squinted at her: "Is this not enough?"

Qiao Yurong smiled brightly, coquettishly: "That's not enough. I want to build those heaters in at least half a month. How many villages can these 5000 people send? It's about the same with Xiao Yan's troops."

Han Qing loved and loved: "Okay, I will ask Fan Wang to notify Xiao Yan immediately."

Qiao Yurong immediately said: "Let Xiao Yan go and talk to Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen will make arrangements."

She knew that talking to Han Qing would get twice the result with half the effort, and she told Xiao Yan that Xiao Yan was still haggling, so a word from her man would do.

"Han Qing." Qiao Yurong smiled narrowly, his smile rippling like a stream, "Why are you so nice? I think I'm the happiest person in the world."

As she spoke, Qiao Yurong buried her head in Han Qing's chest and rubbed hard.

The little head rubbed against his chest softly, and Han Qing felt so soft in his heart that he tightened his hands holding the little head, but Han Qing still let go of the tightness.

His recent practice is at a critical moment, so he must not move some thoughts or do some things that he can't do. If he does it, he will have to vent his energy, then his recovery will be slower, and if things go on like this, it will be bad for himself, so he has to endure Wear some.

At least three months later, this little thing is teasing him so much, he must have eaten her.

(End of this chapter)