The three craftsmen in this training room, one is an old man in his fifties, and two are men in his thirties.

This time, Zhu Lingwu asked the Baghdad battery to be made. This was the first time in this world that Zhu Lingwu asked Na Cai to find someone to do it.

Liangcai really couldn't think of anyone who could do it. Although copper, iron and other things were used, these were just one component.

However, this kid was smart and went directly to the craftsman office in Tongshan County, called everyone over, and told the general situation of Baghdad batteries, and then asked the craftsmen to come out to take on the job themselves.

Of course, he also made a great reward in the name of Zhu Lingwu, promising to receive the craftsmen who were willing to take care of their lives under the Zhu family and become a slave of the Zhu family. In the future, he could leave Tongshan County and live in the ancestral land of the Zhu family.

Although he sold himself to become a slave to the gentry, for these craftsmen, they were equivalent to breaking away from their original low-ranking households and living a good life like a normal farmer under the gentry, so they were extremely attractive to these craftsmen.

However, in the description of Liangcai, Baghdad battery has become a special magic weapon for discharge. It is the ancestors of the Zhu family who know that Zhu Lingwu needs to practice martial arts, and they are specially passed on to Zhu Lingwu.

After listening to the words of Liangcai, although the craftsmen were a little moved, they also became scruples. They had never heard of any magic weapons that could be built by ordinary craftsmen, especially those who could emit lightning.

For the common people, things like thunder and lightning are powers that only gods can control, and they really dare not touch them easily.

Just when Liangcai was worried that he would not be able to go back and explain to Zhu Lingwu, a craftsman came out to agree to give it a try.

This craftsman is the old man in his fifties. He was originally a pharmacist at the county craftsman office. It is said that he had been in the world for more than 20 years. I don’t know why, maybe he was hiding from enemies and went to a craftsman office in a small border county like Tongshan County.

The original name of this pharmacist has long been forgotten. Most people call him Meng Pharmacist. His medical skills are quite good, and he is somewhat famous in Tongshan County.

Of course, common pharmacists like him are not qualified to treat children of the gentry, because children of the gentry rarely get sick. Even if they are sick, they only need to hire some qi refiners who know magic and use magic power to guide them to resolve most of the diseases.

Now this pharmacist Meng seems to be attracted by the so-called magic weapon of immortals described by Liangcai. Moreover, the magic weapon only needs to be used for sour juice, plus copper, iron, etc., and placed in a special way, and lightning can be emitted. This is simply unbelievable.

The pharmacist Meng took on this job and chose another blacksmith and a chef to help. That is, the two men in their thirties needed to build those copper and iron, and the sour juice needed to be made by the chef.

Of course, in the process of developing Baghdad batteries, I still asked others for help, but the main things were done by the three of them, and the three of them did the post-debugging. The most core thing was handled by the pharmacist Meng himself.

I don’t know what this pharmacist in Mongolia did when he was in the world before. Obviously, in addition to being a pharmacist’s medical skills, he also knew a lot of things. If it weren’t for him, the development of Baghdad’s battery would not have been so smooth.

Now that he heard Zhu Lingwu's question, the pharmacist Meng, with the blacksmith and the chef, was bowing to the side to greet Zhu Lingwu.

The two men in their thirties naturally didn't know how to answer. Both of them were honest and honest, and they were specially selected by the pharmacist.

However, the pharmacist Meng looked at Zhu Lingwu with a straight face. He was also a little curious about Zhu Lingwu, the little yamen. He was almost struck by lightning before, but now he asked himself to create this magic weapon that can emit electric current. Is this really a special magic weapon taught by those cultivators in the Zhu family to practice martial arts?

"Hey, Master is asking you! You haven't replied yet, Old Man Meng, why don't you introduce it to Master!"

Liangcai, as the first dog to Zhu Lingwu, naturally, he would help Zhu Lingwu teach these servants who do not understand the rules as soon as possible.

Now the Meng Yaoshi and the remaining two blacksmiths and cooks have signed the contract of selling their bodies and are considered slaves under the Zhu family. Of course, they belong directly to Zhu Lingwu's name.

Liangcai claims to be the butler who will be Zhu Lingwu’s future room, so of course he has to discipline these slaves who have not learned the rules.

Then the pharmacist Meng then looked old, raised his head, and said to Zhu Lingwu, "Oh, Xiao Yanei forgives the crime. I am old and have no sharp ears! Xiao Yanei asked, has this practice platform been tested?"

If he had changed the original little master of this body, he might have been deceived by the old man shown by the pharmacist, but Zhu Lingwu is different. When he saw this old man, he suddenly felt something was wrong with this old man.

After all, Zhu Lingwu is not an ordinary person. Although he has a new body now, his soul thoughts still maintain the original lich-level strength, which is many times stronger than ordinary people. He instinctively uses a soul perspective to observe everything around him.

When he first entered this practice room, Zhu Lingwu's attention was only on that practice table, but now when the Meng Medicine Master spoke, his soul thoughts subconsciously swept over the Meng Medicine Master.

From this Meng Yaoshi, Zhu Lingwu felt a special smell, or a hint of ghost energy. This did not seem like the smell that an ordinary commoner should have. This Meng Yaoshi is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Strange, who is this old man? Why do I feel a familiar smell? Could it be that he is a fellow traveler? Impossible, is he a cultivator? No, he should also be a Qi Refiner, just like my cheap dad now!"

Zhu Lingwu's heart was thinking secretly, but his face did not show. If this old man was really a Qi Refiner, then he would hide his identity and become his own slave, and he would not want to be discovered easily.

So, Zhu Lingwu just reached out and touched his bare head, twitched slightly, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Very good, you are the pharmacist who is responsible for the creation of these magic weapons? I am very satisfied with it. Good talent, remember to reward you again! Okay, you guys go down! Since they are all done as I told me, I will know how to do the rest myself!"

Zhu Lingwu dared not express his suspicion, but he didn't want the old man to stay here. He could feel the other party's strangeness, and maybe the other party could also detect the fact that he took over the body.

Could this pharmacist be someone who cultivates qi?
Chapter completed!