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

Mainly anti-customer.

After Feng Ranhua thoroughly savored the flavor, she turned hostile and kicked Han Jinyan off the bed.

Han Jinyan stood up slowly, sat on the chair beside the bed, fiddled with the tiger-head ring, and said jokingly in a good mood:

"After the painting has been wiped clean, it no longer recognizes people."

Humph, she would never admit it. She was lost in the passionate kiss, her mind was bewildered.

Feng Ranhua clenched her teeth, "It's okay to kiss the gigolo who came to my door. A passionate young man with a burning desire, huh, no next move."

What is the identity of the Cowherd?

The third time I heard Huaer say it.

but……

"Hua'er. What do you want to do..." Han Jinyan's black eyes moved, and the stars were dazzling.

"Just wait, wait for the day when I'll call you." Feng Ranhua covered her mouth and yawned.

Han Jinyan saw that Hua'er was indeed tired and dozed off, "Hua'er, you should have a good rest. I'll come over tomorrow."

"Yeah." Feng Ranhua turned over, rolled up the quilt, and fell asleep.

The room returned to silence.

The stinky old man who came here some time ago was named Feng. He was indeed a capable man, but he has only been here for about ten days.

A long sword, the color of which is like frost and snow, crystal clear, and although it has not been opened, its majesty can be seen.

Feng Qihua drew out his sword and swung it at the iron stone, clang!

A piece of iron stone was split into two, and the cutting edge was neat and smooth like a mirror.

It is truly worthy of its name, as it can cut iron like mud.

Feng Ranhua was really satisfied and praised: "Thank you for your hard work, Master Feng. I thank you very much."

Seeing Fengran painting, I express my sincere gratitude for the blessing gift.

Old Man Feng raised his nonexistent thick neck and said in a somewhat arrogant tone: "Not bad, it cost me a lot of energy."

Han Jinyan stretched out his slender hand, took the black crystal sword, and spun the sword in his hand.

"The blade is sharp, nimble and light. If you want to carve some words on the painting, please carve your usual cursive script and give it to me." Han Jinyan narrowed his eyes.

Feng Ranhua said cheerfully, "Okay."

Bai Qi on the side frowned, with a look of struggle and helplessness in his eyes.

"Miss Feng, do you have a lot left? As a reward, just give me ten black iron crystals." Old man Feng stood between the two of them, with a funny and mean face showing.

"Ten? The rest, I only have enough to make two swords." Feng Ranhua glanced at him indifferently, "I'll give you an extra hundred-year-old ginseng, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay if you don't give it to me. I dug it from the pretty girl. Take me with you next time." Seeing that there was no hope at the moment, Old Man Feng sat back on the chair.

Feng Ranhua rolled his eyes and was about to sneer, but suddenly he remembered that this old man had great forging skills, so he said nonsense:

"That place not only has black iron crystals, but also many kinds of rare materials. But entering that place depends purely on chance. I am also waiting for this opportunity. When the time is right, I will definitely take Elder Feng with me."

"Are there any other treasures? It's a deal!" Old Man Feng's eyes lit up and he said with great satisfaction.

Han Jinyan caught a pair of cunning fox eyes and narrowed them.

The painting is very clever.

Who would have thought that Old Man Feng waited for two years but to no avail.

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Amidst the chaos of war in Dayan, Yanmen Mountain seemed like a pure land.

It will be cold and snowing in Xiaoxue.

In early November, snow particles floated in the air.

Inside the thatched greenhouse where honeycomb coal is made, everyone is working busily. Most of the people working here are villagers from nearby who come here to do short-term work.

In the cold winter months of previous years, everyone had only one meal a day, or at most two meals with thin soup, and they would stay in the house all day without going out.

Ever since the boss of Mercury Village came, they have been busy from autumn to winter and have earned more than ten taels of silver, which is enough to cover several years' wages.

Look at this shed where honeycomb coal is made. There are stoves lit all around, so you can keep warm.

Fengwu Courtyard was also moved to a blue brick courtyard with two entrances.

In the warm room.

Qingling fiddled with the abacus, calculating as she went along.

"Miss, in October, we made a total of 13,000 taels of silver. The two shops in the county made a total profit of 3,500 taels of silver. The honeycomb coal was shipped to Taiyuan and Yizhou counties, making a profit of nearly 10,000 taels of silver."

"Forging weapons for the camp, Miss Gang's plan, leaving enough for 500 swords and arrows, still in the process of forging, no profit yet."

"The chicken and duck farm is only enough for our daily consumption in Shuixing Village, and it is not profitable yet."

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Xiao Ling'er was imitating Qing Ling and fiddling with the little golden abacus. When it couldn't turn fast enough, the white fox next to her helped her pick up one with her claws.

If you don't become a householder, you don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive.

It took in nearly a hundred refugees and beggars.

In just five months, there are now more than 300 people living in Mercury Village, not to mention that King Han has built a camp next to it with 20,000 people stationed there.

Feng Ranhua picked up the wolf-hair brush and swept a circle around everyone.

"There are more than 300 people living in our village, and we have redistributed the work."

"From now on, the forging camp and the iron mine will be managed by Uncle Ya."

"Kong Ling is in charge of external business, while Song Jiang is in charge of farming and raising chickens and ducks in the village.

"Qing Ling will manage the main account office for now. As the business grows, we need to find a few more accountants to handle the daily payment of wages, income and expenditure, and warehouse management."

"Bai Qi, follow General Lou Yunsheng from Prince Han's Palace. He is responsible for training the village soldiers and supervising the coal mining."

"Xu Qing, please stay with Xiao Ling'er for me."

Everyone agreed one by one.

Feng Ranhua dropped his brush, propped his chin with his right hand, and let his left hand hang on his bent knees, and said lazily:

"After the spring, Song Jiang, you hire people to reclaim wasteland and dig a lake. We will bring water from the waterfall down the mountain to cultivate the land and grow rice. By then, I plan to contract the output of the land to each household, and everyone will just pay rent."

Song Jiang said in a clear voice: "It is difficult to open up the land in winter because the ground is thick. The city wall can be built by April next year."

Qing Ling held the account book and said worriedly, "The price of grain has risen again. It will cost another sum of money to buy grain seeds next year."

There was a field of rice and fruit in the secret place, and she planned to move back in a few days.

"Don't worry about the grain seeds. I have already negotiated with someone and they will be delivered to the warehouse in a few days." Feng Ranhua

Qing Ling blinked and sent it to the warehouse. She understood that the young lady was going to rob in the outside world, and her face lit up with joy. "Hehe, that's good. After the beginning of the year, the money in our account will be used to build city walls, open up wasteland, and hatch chicks and piglets."

Kong Ling, who was sitting opposite her, stared at her without blinking, then smiled.

As if she sensed the burning gaze, she took advantage of no one's attention and glared at Kong Ling.

blah blah blah!

Little Niba lifted the door curtain, looked at Feng Ran's painting and said:

"Miss, King Xuan's troops have arrived and are entering the village with the general from King Han's palace."

Feng Ranhua frowned. That scumbag refused to do anything even if he was asked to go to the county government office or return to the military camp.

She had to stay in her Mercury Village.

On the streets of Mercury Village, the villagers secretly looked at the noble prince walking in the snow on the road.

"I heard that he is the late emperor's biological son."

"It's King Xuan, the King Xuan stationed in Taiyuan."

“She’s so pretty!”

"How could it not be good-looking? I heard that his mother was a gorgeous young lady from the Uighur tribe, who was good at singing and dancing, and she charmed the late emperor to the point of bewilderment."

"Bah, you're risking your life, keep your voice down!"

King Xuan, while everyone was talking, slowed down his pace and looked at the whole village thoughtfully.