This Prince Consort Is No Pushover!

Hearing these names, the strangers were almost ready to cry without tears, and tears fell on the spot.

Are they too good at naming?

Chu xuanchen groaned proudly. Who told them to laugh at him just now.

When the housekeeper heard these names, he pulled his lips incredulously. "These names seem a little casual."

"It's all right, my mother said. A cheap name is easy to feed." Chu xuanchen said faintly.

The housekeeper shook his head in silence. Sure enough, he was an illiterate rural man. His name was so casual.

"Well, well, I think you have real skills. In this way, after you register here, go in and work!" The housekeeper said.

"OK." Chu xuanchen finished, and wrote down the word "Da Zhuang" in the book.

When the housekeeper saw his beautiful handwriting, his excited eyes fell on the booklet, "Wow! Brother Zhuang, your handwriting is so beautiful. Have you ever read a book?"

"I read it when I was young. As for this font, I practiced it when carving wood." Chu xuanchen said faintly.

"Well, well, you go first. I have a good job to arrange for you later." The housekeeper rubbed his hands excitedly.

"OK." After Chu xuanchen nodded, he took the lead in entering the national division house.

It was graceful and calm, as if you were wandering in your yard.

After registering their names, they swaggered in.

There is a craft that is good for you. Even if you come to work, you can be respected by others.

As soon as several people went in, Meng Zheng took the lead to get close to Chu xuanchen and said wrongfully, "brother Da, brother Da Zhuang, why did you just call me sledgehammer?"

"Yes, why am I called iron egg?" Mengzi an wants to cry without tears.

"What is an iron egg? I'm still called an iron pillar?" The wind blew gently and the eyes were crimson.

"What's an iron pillar? I'm so natural and unrestrained. He actually calls me black bull." Liu Ruyan shook the silk handkerchief in his hand and stamped his feet angrily.

"What are you? Do you have my pity?" Moli, called gowardesh, shed two tears of lasagna.

Seeing Mo Li, everyone immediately put away their tears and felt that they were not so poor!

"Who told you to laugh at me just now, and you, Liu Ruyan, who asked you to give me that name?" Chu xuanchen was also very upset when he thought of this great man.

Liu Ruyan said with a dry smile, "brother, I didn't think about it because you didn't respond. I'm afraid you can't remember your pseudonym for the moment. I'm kind to help you. You treat me like this. Hum! I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

"Hey, are you new here? What are you still talking about there? Why don't you come to work soon?" At this time, a supervisor came towards them and interrupted them.

The wind said immediately, "OK, let's work right away, work right away."

With that, several people spread around the house and began to work in a fake pattern.

Chu xuanchen was a carpenter and was naturally assigned to a job of sawing wood.

While he was sawing a piece of wood with a saw, he suddenly heard a workmate nearby say, "Hey, have you heard? The high priest and the holy woman are going to get married!"

Chu xuanchen immediately pricked up his ears and stood there angrily. Mo Li and the wind were light, and several people also looked at the worker in shock.

A plasterer mixing lime answered, "of course I heard! The high priest also said that this new house was built to marry the saint. He told us to be quick and build the house as soon as possible so that he can worship and marry the saint in it!"

"Ah!" Hearing the "bang", Chu xuanchen had split the wood in front of him in two with his bare hands, which made everyone's scalp numb.

"Brother Zhuang, what's the matter with you?" Seeing Chu xuanchen's green veins burst on his forehead, Mo Li hurried to ask him.

"Nothing!" Chu xuanchen gnawed his teeth and wanted to lift the house.

Long qianche, a villain, wants to marry yue'er. He really wants to kill him.

At this time, everyone looked at Chu xuanchen in fear.

The new comer has a big temper. Is he a violent maniac?

Mo Li saw that everyone was staring at Chu xuanchen and hurriedly smiled and rounded up the scene. "Everyone, it's okay. My big brother has great strength. He felt that sawing wood with a saw was too slow, so he cut it with his hand."

"Really?" The Mason wondered.

Mo Li hurriedly picked up two pieces of wood on the ground, pointed to the smooth interface and said, "of course it's true. You see, my big brother's craft is good? He can split the wood in half with a gentle chop, and the chop is very flat, just like the edge of a knife. Is this faster than using a saw?"

"Wow!" Immediately, a group of people surrounded Chu xuanchen and worshipped, "brother Zhuang, your craftsmanship is so powerful? Why don't you help me chop these woods? My hands are almost sawed off!"

"Brother Zhuang, can you help me chop this stone?"

"Brother Zhuang, you've split my people, too. Oh, no, you're wrong. Can you help me split these firewood, too?"

Seeing everyone rushing towards him, Chu xuanchen looked depressed.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way," when he was about to refuse, the housekeeper suddenly pulled away the people and walked towards him. "Is a top talent like da Zhuang for you to chop stones? Of course he has other uses."

"Housekeeper, what do you want big brother to do?" Strangers are simple and honest.

The housekeeper snatched the beard from the corner of his mouth, walked forward a few steps, and then stopped like a proud rooster. "An expert as powerful as Da Zhuang can't do these hard and rough jobs. He is a carpenter, and he will be responsible for all the wood carvings, stone carvings, jade carvings and bamboo carvings of the house in the future!"

"Everyone suddenly felt numb.

Housekeeper, are you sure it's not hard to add up so many jobs?

At this time, the housekeeper put his hand on Chu xuanchen's shoulder and said with a serious and sincere face, "Da Zhuang! This is the wedding room of our high priest and saint. You must perform well! If you carve well and can satisfy the high priest and Saint, I'll give you ten times the salary, how about it?"

Chu xuanchen clenched his teeth angrily, and a sense of killing flashed in his eyes.

Mili looked at him nervously for fear that he would kill the Housekeeper on the spot.

Fortunately, Chu xuanchen quickly restrained the obliteration and restored calm.

He said faintly, "well, housekeeper, since the high priest wants to repair this house, he must consider the preferences of the saint. Can I meet the saint first, ask her what she likes, and then carve according to her preferences, so she will be more satisfied."

"Well, you're right. Why didn't I think of this move?" The housekeeper grabbed his beard excitedly. "The high priest has always loved the saint. If you satisfy the saint, the high priest will be more satisfied."

"In this way, I'll take you to the saint later. You can ask the saint's preferences, and then carve according to her preferences."