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

Hu Fen didn't believe it: "Then what method should be used?"

"Want to know? Hey, I won't tell you!" The sloppy old man frowned and looked calm.

"Master Hu, you burn the iron stone first."

"Look at the old man, he looks like an immortal, he must have some special tricks."

Feng Ranhua saw that this old man had extraordinary martial arts skills and estimated that he was on par with Ying Lao.

"It's really the pretty girl who knows what's good." The sloppy old man said proudly.

Everyone looked at the sloppy, dark, thin, old man who was delivering water, with a body as thin as a bamboo pole?

Called the Immortal Style?

Hu Fen threw a piece of silver black iron crystal into the furnace with half belief and half doubt. In order to prove as soon as possible that he was a liar, he pulled the bellows hard and the fire whirred.

"Pretty girl, ask someone to bring some good wine." The sloppy old man treated the place as his own home.

Feng Ranhua waved her hand and Xiao Xin went back to get the wine.

Half an hour later, the surface of the black iron crystal turned slightly red.

Hu Fen waved his arms and used pliers to pick out the black iron crystal and threw it on the big iron pier.

Seeing this, the sloppy old man wiped the grease from his mouth, picked up the wine jug, gulped down the whole jug, and threw the empty jug away.

Without saying a word, he picked up the big hammer and smashed it towards the black iron crystal.

Don't be fooled by the sloppy old man's skinny body. He wields the big hammer like he's pinching a leaf, and when he hammers, there's a "click-clang-clang" sound, just like the switching of high and low notes produced by the striking of chimes.

After nearly twenty hits, a concave hole was visible inside the eye.

As soon as the old master started, he looked to see if there was anything. In an instant, Hu Fen's eyes widened.

There is a play!

Feng Ranhua's eyes moved slightly, and she went out with Uncle Ya.

"Uncle Ya, please ask someone to clean up a clean room for the old master to stay in. I think he is a lazy guy, so go down the mountain and get a servant to take care of him on a daily basis."

Uncle Ya rubbed his hands and said "eh eh" repeatedly.

As the saying goes, the three most difficult jobs in the world are: forging iron, rowing a boat, and making tofu.

When the furnace is lit, the temperature is high. Pulling the bellows makes you sweat. Swinging the hammer makes you sweat. It takes a lot of strength and grace to swing the hammer weighing dozens of kilograms up and down.

Although it is a cold winter, the blacksmiths in each fire room are all wearing thin clothes.

After Feng Ranhua had gone through all the fire rooms, he arranged:

"Qingling, give orders that the kitchen of the forging camp must provide a meat dish every day. If it is a waste of effort, meat must be included."

Qing Ling snapped her fingers a few times and explained in detail:

"Mrs. Feng's family and the Yingsheng brothers followed the young lady's instructions and led people to look after the poultry farm every day. Now there are more than 500 chickens in the chicken farm and more than 600 ducks in the duck farm. Half of them can be eaten, which is enough for the time being.

It’s the pig farm. We caught more than 50 pigs in August, and now they only weigh a little over 100 kilograms.”

Qing Ling is now the chief accountant of Shuixing Village. She has studied with the accountant of Prince Han's Mansion for some time and has also learned the financial accounting methods taught by the young lady. She remembers the accounts clearly and the daily balances are all running through her mind.

Lack of money.

Feng Ranhua rolled her eyes, "Go to the Han Palace and borrow another 20,000 taels of silver. Ask Kong Ling to arrange for his brothers to bring some live pigs back to raise. Don't be reluctant to kill them when it's time to eat them."

Too many lice don't itch, too much debt doesn't worry. I have already borrowed 30,000 taels of silver from the King of Han to build this forging camp, so I might as well borrow another 20,000 taels.

At worst, you can use ginseng or Ganoderma lucidum to pay off the debt.

"Okay, after I go down the mountain, I will go to Mo Ling's courtyard and borrow another 20,000." Qing Ling didn't even blink when she mentioned the 20,000.

A few days later.

Han Jinyan and his group returned to Mo Ling Courtyard in Mercury Village in the cold and dark wind, exhausted.

He gave a few brief instructions and the soldiers dispersed.

Back in the hall, the guard took the cloak and handed hot tea to his master.

Another servant moved the charcoal stove closer to his master.

Ada had received the letter earlier, and the food had been kept warm. After putting the food away, he reported back:

"Master, the princess sent Miss Qingling to borrow another 20,000 taels of silver."

Han Jinyan said calmly: "Okay, if it's not enough, send another 50,000."

Ada stepped back in response.

Then, Fusheng came in with a stack of notes, "Master, King Tang sent someone to borrow 30,000 troops from you."

"King Xuan sent a note saying that the master is in Yanmen Mountain and he will come to visit soon."

Zhou Si sneered, "Prince Tang still has the nerve to come to borrow troops. He took our three counties in Yizhou without asking for permission, and secretly took money from the local tyrants in the surrounding counties. How shameless he is!"

In August, a general under King Tang was lured by Xiao Chengming and killed in Chengyang Lake. The 20,000-strong army was immediately routed. Fang Shanchong directly led 6,000 people to surrender, and the remaining 8,000 people were killed.

In the end, only more than 3,000 people returned to the military camp.

Han Jinyan blew the hot steam from the tea bowl and said slowly:

"Write to Chief Secretary Wang and ask him to handle this matter. Tell him that Yizhou is now desperately resisting the Donghu, and has no troops to lend to King Tang. Now that winter is coming, Yizhou has always been short of food and grass, and has to rely on the princes to lend some."

"Yes." Fusheng disappeared again.

After Han Jinyan had eaten and drunk his fill, he walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Your Highness, it's midnight, you should go to bed early." Ada saw his master coming out.

"I'm going to appreciate the moon and will be back in a moment." Han Jinyan made up an excuse.

Ada looked up at the sky. It was covered with dark clouds. Where was the moon?

"Wang..." Ada had just said one word when someone covered his mouth.

"You idiot, the master is not going to admire the moon? He is not going to the heavenly palace to see beauties." Zhou Si glared at him and said in a mean way.

Ada's eyes lit up and he suddenly understood.

During the day, Xiao Poshu woke up and said that when old man Feng was forging iron, he would concentrate and enter a state of cultivation. This is a kind of skill.

Feng Ranhua was suddenly inspired and used his supernatural power to burn the black iron crystal stone. He also imitated Old Man Feng and hammered the black iron crystal stone. As expected, his body's supernatural power was exhausted and disappeared completely.

While practicing her internal energy, with no zombie crystals to charge her and no natural treasures to draw upon, her abilities grew slightly.

Xiao Poshu said that in order to enter a mysterious realm like Old Man Feng, one must follow extremely regular rules and cooperate with the mental method to achieve a major breakthrough.

In pursuit of the mysterious feeling, she exhausted herself and fell into a deep sleep.

Dark clouds covered the moon and a cold wind blew fiercely.

Han Jinyan was familiar with the route and walked into the courtyard diagonally opposite, then found his way to the east wing.

Xu Qing heard the sound and jumped out.

"I." Han Jinyan uttered a word.

Xu Qing clasped his fists, saluted, and stepped back.

Han Jinyan went into Feng Ran's painting and lay down in a dignified manner.

The dim light is reflected on the painting's charming little face, like a lotus bud about to bloom, with a quiet beauty.

Han Jinyan had just sat down on the edge of the bed. After infusing his inner strength to warm his fingertips, he gently wiped a drop of saliva from the corner of her lips. Feng Ranhua, who was sleeping, seemed to sense something and turned over in annoyance, with her knees directly on his legs.

Han Jinyan smiled silently, and his eyes looked gentle.

She bent down, covered her red lips and took a sip.

Feng Ranhua fell asleep after exhausting her supernatural powers. She was already very hungry and happened to dream about gnawing on a big pig's trotter.

She opened her red lips and bit down.

It seemed unsatisfying and tasteless, so he smacked it a few times with his tongue.

Suddenly, Han Jinyan's heart skipped a beat, and then a fire rose up. He fell to one side and pulled the painting into his arms.

Entangled in response.

Feng Ranhuatu's beautiful eyes exploded, she bit her teeth and squeezed out a few words, "You are such a Korean scumbag!"