Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

The next day, Feng Ranhua, full of vigor and vitality, wrote "Mercury Village" in cursive script.

"Mercury" is a word her mother often whispered in her ear.

Mother said, "Before the end of the world, our planet was a planet of water. It was green and full of fruits and vegetables, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment."

She once said childishly: "Mom, wait for me, wait for me to take you to find a pure land, without zombies and killing. Let's live a peaceful life together."

After that, she carved out a place for rest in the bloodbath, but her mother had already passed away.

Now, she wants to find a pure land for Xiao Ji'er and Xiao Ling'er.

Feng Ranhua wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and shouted to the outside.

"Uncle Ya, Bai Qi."

Uncle Ya and Bai Qi came in after hearing the news.

Feng Ranhua handed over a piece of rice paper and said:

"Uncle Ya, Bai Qi, carve it into a stone plaque and put it at the entrance of the village. From now on, our village will be called Shuixing Village!"

The three words "Mercury Village" are sonorous, powerful and resounding.

A foundation of ten thousand words is built by thousands of people. It starts with reputation, is promoted by prestige, is established in the world, and ultimately starts with reputation.

Uncle Ya's eyes sparkled and he nodded heavily.

Bai Qi felt his blood boiling. He took the rice paper first and walked out of the room quickly.

Uncle Ya went to the weapons room, found a few daggers, and followed.

In less than an hour, groups of people went to the village to see the new "village name" that Miss Feng had given me.

Han Jinyan stood facing the wind, standing on a tree at the entrance of the village.

Next to a pile of stones at the entrance of the village, Bai Qi was carving the word "water" on a five-meter-high stone bit by bit.

"Tsk tsk. I didn't expect Miss Feng's calligraphy skills to be as good as the master's." Zhou Si, wearing a ghost mask, poked his head out and said.

The characters are as hard as stone, exuding a murderous aura.

How many secrets does a painting hold?

A gust of bleak autumn wind blew from the mountain mist, and when it blew on my body, I felt warm instead of cold.

Han Jinyan turned and left, saying, "Let's go back to Yizhou City."

"Ah!" Zhou Si was hanging upside down on the tree. He was confused for a moment and fell from the tree, shouting, "I just came here yesterday?"

"Want to go to Donghu?"

"what!"

"I go!"

Zhou Si wailed.

The next day, the whole Mercury Village was in an uproar.

Song Jiang spent a large sum of money to hire almost all the strong men from several surrounding villages to work as temporary workers.

Chen Sanzhu, Shuanzi, Chen Yong and other former villagers of Yabi Village were arranged to lead a team each.

Each person has his own job, some are responsible for building roads, some are responsible for building houses, some are responsible for building walls, some are responsible for reclaiming wasteland...

They get up early in the morning and work hard with hoes when the sun sets.

At a glance, there were hundreds of people working.

It’s funny that before the spring plowing season, all the hoes were sold out in the grocery stores in the county town.

At this time, inside the wooden courtyard.

No, Fengran painting has been renamed Fengwu Courtyard, which means the phoenix is ​​reborn from the fire and lives under the phoenix tree.

Old Gong picked up the construction drawings one by one, praised them repeatedly, and pulled his beard unconsciously with his hands.

After reading it all, he asked:

"Ranhua girl, who is your teacher?"

Feng Ranhua glanced at the conspicuous white beard on the black ink, and she felt a pain in her chin.

For Mr. Gong.

Feng Ranhua smiled faintly and said:

"teacher?"

"My mother. Self-taught. I am very intelligent and have a photographic memory..."

She would never say that she was born in the end times and was enlightened in school. In countless life-and-death battles, she created a world and built a large base with defensive infrastructure and regular layout.

She is familiar.

Old Gong looked at the bad girl who was speaking insincerely, snorted, stamped his foot, and angrily picked up Xiao Jier and prepared to take a walk.

The aloof little boy nestled obediently in Old Gong's arms, not forgetting to wave to his mother.

Feng Ranhua gave her son a sweet smile.

I don’t know how her little baby girl caught the eye of Mr. Gong, and he keeps her in his hands all day long.

Suddenly her eyes rolled and she said on impulse:

"Qingling, our little one is already six months old. Should we find a teacher earlier?"

Qing Ling, who was suddenly asked, said "hmm", and seriously thought about at what age most families start hiring teachers.

The figure at the door stopped in his tracks. Mr. Gong turned around and ran in front of her:

"Ranhua girl, are you going to look for Mr. He?"

Feng Ranhua frowned, counted on his fingers and said with a smile:

"Martial arts, chess, the Four Books and Five Classics, the art of war, strategy, people's livelihood, economy... roughly these."

Qing Ling: …………

The lady has very high requirements.

Mr. Gong's expression froze for a moment, then he glared:

"You think you are training a crown prince? He is proficient in all eighteen martial arts. I think Xiao Ji has a very good physique and is a good martial artist. Let's do this. I will teach him martial arts in the future!"

The prophecy came true. Many years later, the Phoenix stood on the top of the mountain, revered by all people.

"Okay, if Mr. Gong doesn't mind, you can continue to teach Ji'er."

Feng Ranhua showed her most cleverness, with a smile on her eyes, lowered eyebrows and responded in a soft voice.

Where can you find such a good deal as a free top expert?

The bad girl who is always angry and irritable is now so obedient?

Surprising.

The more Old Gong thought about it, the more he felt like he had fallen into a tiger's mouth. Could it be that Ran Hua had set a trap?

"You? Are you planning something?" Old Gong raised his white beard.

Feng Ranhua's eyes showed the word "injustice" and he said sincerely:

"I have always respected you, Master Gong, for your great martial arts, extraordinary knowledge, and upright character. Since my son is following you, I can rest assured."

When the little boy in Old Gong's arms heard his mother calling his name, he turned around with a pair of clear black eyes and smiled at his mother.

Feng Ranhua looked at Gong Lao with a more sincere smile. No, looking at an old face was just a side effect for her precious son.

Sincerely, Ranhua girl is a connoisseur of goods.

"Well, it's settled." Old Gong hummed awkwardly, hugged Xiao Ji'er and walked out.

He held his head high along the way, not caring about his relatives!

Looking at the departing Gong Lao, Feng Ranhua sighed, "This bodyguard is worthy, the only thing missing is our Xiao Ling'er, where can we find a woman?"

The lady is very clever.

Qing Ling on the side giggled and said, "Mr. Gong is even more skilled in martial arts than King Han. He won't be picked up that easily."

"Don't worry, don't worry. Fate is wonderful beyond words." Feng Ranhua said with a smile. If they didn't squeeze in, there was still Xu Qing.

As the autumn wind gets cooler, Feng Ran Hua Ma Liu devotes himself to drawing the pictures for the construction of his home.

After ten days of hard work, Shuixing Village has been building roads and walls. It now has a main road and several alleys, and is now beginning to take shape with easy access.

In the center of the main road, Feng Ran circled out ten acres of land and took the lead in having people build a wall around it.

"Miss, is ten acres of land too big?" Qingling squatted on the wall with the young lady, looking at the fenced-in piece of wasteland.

"I want to build a sturdy garden castle with a bamboo forest, a lotus pond, and a martial arts training ground..." Feng Ran's painting is full of heroic spirit.

Qing Ling's eyes sparkled, and she murmured with longing: "That... is several times bigger than the Marquis' Mansion."

"That Marquis' Mansion means nothing!" Feng Ranhua sneered.

Yesterday, she received a letter from Marquis Yong'en who asked Prince Han's Palace to deliver it to her. The letter was sincere and asked her for help.