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

The next day.

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

After listening to Feng Ranhua's suggestion, King Han immediately dispatched five hundred soldiers.

Muyu Village was surrounded and would become Yizhou’s military base in the future. Five hundred soldiers worked hard to build houses and dig wells.

In five days, five brine wells were dug, and the water extracted from all the wells was brown.

Indeed, this area is full of brine, enough to supply several generations of Yizhou people.

Feng Ranhua's eyes moved slightly. She originally thought it was just a small pool of brine, so she deliberately marked the five wells in different locations, far apart, half teasingly and half experimentally.

Unexpectedly, all that was dug out was brine. It seems there is an underground river.

"Hahaha...We in Yizhou don't lack salt anymore!"

"From now on, I won't have to look at the faces of those bastards anymore."

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The joyful scene before her eyes hurt Feng Ranhua.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She gritted her teeth and said, "If she had known it was a secret river of brine, she would never have done a cheap deal with that Korean scum."

She was about to leave angrily when Han Zhahuo came closer with the appearance of a banished immortal.

"Miss Feng, would you like to have dinner with me?"

"Miss Feng, Miss Feng, bullshit!" She gritted her teeth, glared at him fiercely, then turned and left.

Like a little fox with fur growing out of its pubic area, a smile flashed across Han Jinyan's eyes.

One day, afternoon.

Outside the yard of an earthen house.

Feng Ranhua sat lazily on the couch, crossed his legs, and admired the busy soldiers.

Qing Ling was chewing an old cucumber in her mouth. In this deserted little village, she actually found quite a few fruits and vegetables in the corners.

The taste is light, but very fresh.

Da da da…………

The third time, King Han stood opposite Feng Ranhua, his eyes dark and gloomy, as if he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Feng Ranhua raised her eyelids and her gaze fell directly on the man opposite her.

He was wearing a black and dark blue patterned casual suit, which made his complexion look cold, like jade carved from a thousand feet deep. It was hard to associate such a person with a face like a fallen immortal carved from ice and jade with a cruel and ruthless killer on the battlefield.

Alas, I have lived for twenty-six years, and I am still a single cell of the mother. I came to ancient times to live one more life, and I finally met such a rare and beautiful skin, but it turned out to be an enemy.

Oh my god!

She knew why he came. He was just worried that she wouldn't throw the stone, or that he wouldn't be able to deal with her if she ran away.

She had made up her mind these past two days. She would let him make salt day and night, and when she was settled, she would sneak into the warehouse and take away the existing salt. It would be such a profitable deal.

She touched the small book pattern on her wrist, what a great storage space, and then sneered, "Why, King Han is so free again today? Come here specially to admire my gorgeous beauty?"

Han Jinyan's eyes flickered, and her words were full of icy cold, deliberately stabbing him.

What he asked for today was a little too much. The art of salt-making was the root of a family's survival, so how could he just hand it over to someone else?

If the two families cooperate and each shares the profits, I think Miss Feng will be able to give an explanation when she returns to her family.

"I came here today..." Han Jinyan said with a smile.

"What do you mean by 'I'? You are at the top and I am at the bottom. Are you talking condescendingly to show how capable you are?" Feng Ranhua didn't wait for Han Jinyan to continue talking and started to talk back at him.

The first half of the sentence made Han Jinyan choke, but the second half made him smile with relief.

Qingling went from being frightened at first to being accustomed to it now, and she would stand up for the young lady from time to time.

Humph, the young lady has suffered too much. Who made the prince abandon her in the first place? Now the young lady is kind and even teaches them how to make salt...

She didn't even bother to greet him, just left a low stool behind and walked away.

A low stool, a low stool as big as a palm.

Han Jinyan narrowed his eyes and sat down. The room was small and cramped, like a banished immortal who had fallen from the altar. It looked a bit shabby.

"Hahahaha..." Feng Ranhua laughed mischievously, and her laughter was so arrogant. She gave Qingling an extra meal today, a big rabbit leg.

The laughter spread out, attracting everyone's attention.

In Han Jinyan's eyes, through the black wall, her lively face was filled with smiles, enchanting and moving, dazzling and eye-catching.

It always made his heart beat faster and tempted him to explore more.

Perhaps out of joy, Feng Ranhua picked up a cloth bag from the ground and raised his hand in an exaggerated manner, shaking it like a local tycoon showing off a large piece of gold.

The soldiers who were watching from afar also felt their hearts trembling wildly.

They have always coveted the treasure in the cloth bag and have been trying to get close to Miss Qingling in recent days, but to no avail.

After shaking for a while, Feng Ranhua glanced at King Han, threw the cloth bag in his hand over, and said arrogantly:

"The key to making salt from brine is two things: white lime and gypsum. Only when these two things are used in the right proportion can the brine solidify into crystals and become non-toxic and edible."

"White lime and gypsum are both types of minerals. I think we can find them on the mountain behind us."

King Han took out a piece of gypsum from his cloth bag. It was crystal white with layers of rock texture. It looked like a medicinal herb. Unexpectedly, it was the key to making salt.

He looked at the woman opposite him, and was a little confused. Given her vindictive temper, how could she easily give him the salt-making technique? With a complicated look in her eyes, she said:

"Thanks……"

"No! Don't thank me. I'm not a kind person. I said last night that I was just having a brain tic and had some kind thoughts."

"What do you want? What does your family want?"

Feng Ranhua sat up straight and looked in the direction of Yandu with an indifferent expression. Her original mother gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, and the two siblings had always been very close.

But the year my mother passed away, my younger brother became mentally retarded.

The Taoist priest invited by the Yong'en Marquis Mansion said that his brother was suffering from bad luck and needed to sit in front of the Buddha and listen to the Buddhist music every day in order to eliminate the bad luck.

Just like this, Feng Chenjue, who was only five years old, was sent to Linghua Temple to practice with his hair uncut.

He had been trapped in the villa of Prince Han's mansion for several years. During this war, the master and his two servants took advantage of the chaos to escape. Their original plan was to go to the outskirts of Yandu to find his brother.

But by accident he came to the border.

Finding her younger brother is the original body’s obsession and the mission she carries out in flesh and blood.

Feng Ranhua turned her head away indifferently, raised her lips and glared at him mockingly:

"If you had not been lax in your management and allowed your subordinates to abduct my master and my servant to the border, I would have found my brother this time."

So he delayed her from finding her brother, so she hated him?

King Han's eyes flickered:

"Where is your brother now? What's his name? I'll send someone to rescue him."

Feng Ranhua avoided answering the question of her name. She said with a half-smile:

"You just need to help me get five household registrations in Yizhou. If anything unexpected happens in the future, I will ask for a written document. I hope King Han will keep his promise then."

Han Jinyan narrowed his eyes slightly and said affirmatively, "Fengcao, that's not your real name."

Haha, this scumbag thinks pretty quickly, Feng Ranhua felt secretly in his heart.

That day, Han Jinyan disappeared with a cloth bag.

While Feng Ranhua was adjusting her body and practicing her fire powers, she was also thinking about which road to take so that she could successfully find He Gu and Uncle Ya and walk towards Yandu together.

Wait until she finds out the route and draws the map.

Within five days, Han Jinyan came back again.

Yizhou is such a big country, but there are Hu people invading from outside and pressure from various forces from within.

He still had time to hang out in Muyu Village, and from time to time he would use his black eyes to explore and look at her.

Could it be possible that flowers could grow on her face? She touched her cheek, wondering if the potion was too thin. Could it be that flowers really grew on her face?

It has been nearly ten days since we arrived in Muyu Village, and the medicine in the porcelain bottle is indeed almost gone.