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

Feng Ranhua and her group arrived at the agreed place, where Song Jiang and the villagers of Yabi Village were waiting for her.

The group headed towards Yanmen Mountain as if they were sightseeing.

The strange thing is that they didn't encounter any villains along the way, and it was so calm that Feng Ranhua felt it was unreal.

Just as she was wondering, Old Gong came over with his gourd filled with mountain dregs water, and gulped down half of it:

"It's cold and delicious! But it's a pity that there are more than a hundred rascals in the back. It's a hot summer day. They are wearing armor and sweating like a bunch of idiots."

"More than a hundred people?!!!" Feng Ranhua's beautiful eyes straightened up and glared. "Why didn't I notice?"

"That's just your mediocre skills." Old Gong said with disdain.

Feng Ranhua rolled her eyes. She knew, of course, that Master Gong’s skills were far more powerful than hers.

She grabbed the reins of the horse next to her with one hand and climbed onto the horse.

Old Gong took another sip of the cold mountain slag water and said slowly, "There are Korean characters written on the flag."

Feng Ranhua waved the whip and stopped it in mid-air, then threw the reins to Bai Qi, jumped off the horse with his long legs, and sneered:

"He has a keen eye and quick hands and feet."

Kong Ling and Xu Qing looked at each other in mid-air, and Kong Ling said, "Since you have protected us all the way, I will go and take a look?"

Bai Qi frowned. He didn't like hearing about King Han. He couldn't explain why, but he just didn't like him being tied to his sister. "I'll go with you."

Feng Ranhua remained silent and snorted coldly.

A quarter of an hour later, the two of them went back and forth.

"The King of Han didn't come. He sent a team of people to escort my sister. There are 120 people, and there is a centurion named Chen following them." Bai Qi said depressedly.

Feng Ranhua didn't care whether Han Zhahuo came or not, and muttered:

"Since there are people acting as free bodyguards, where can we find someone to take advantage of? Let them follow us."

Taking advantage of the situation, Kong Ling pretended to be hesitant and suggested:

"I see that the soldiers of the Han family army are all from ordinary families, and they are all tanned red. Can we give some of the ice cubes and sugar water we made to those brothers?"

As the weather got hotter along the way, Miss Feng tried to make ice with saltpeter in the carriage. Like magic, she placed a large pot of water in a wooden pottery jar and threw white stones into it. After an hour, all the water turned into ice cubes in the ice cellar.

At that moment, everyone was stunned and exclaimed that Miss Feng was like a fairy who had descended to earth and was using magic to turn water into ice.

Even Kong Ling, the shadow master who put the mission above all else, was full of admiration.

and.

Kong Ling had heard earlier from his brothers in the Shadow Hunters that Miss Feng had performed magic in the salt well that day by dropping a few stones and a handful of powder, and the green water turned into snow-white salt particles.

The quality is much better than the refined salt they bought in previous years.

The one hundred and twenty brothers behind me are all my family, and we must work for their own welfare.

Feng Ranhua yawned lazily, "If Han the scumbag was here, I wouldn't even bring a piece of ice to give to you. It's a pity that we are just ordinary people, so just give it to us."

Old Gong muttered in a low voice: "Han kid, why do you need to deliver it? You should have come to get it earlier."

Feng Ranhua glanced at him coldly and immediately her beautiful eyes widened.

"Oh, women can't be angry, especially those who are breastfeeding. I heard that once a woman's milk stops flowing, it will be a pity for our little Ji'er and little Ling'er as they have no food." Old Gong walked leisurely towards the carriage behind.

Feng Ranhua let out a long sigh and adjusted his mood: "Qingling, keep an eye on the crispy pork strips, especially be careful of the old man with a white beard stealing things."

Mr. Gong’s expression froze.

Am I a thief?

Qing Ling covered her mouth and giggled as she agreed. Old Gong loved to tease the young lady, but he also truly loved her. His bag was like a treasure chest, and he would always take out some good medicinal herbs, which he would have He Gu boil for the young lady to drink.

With Miss Feng's permission, Kong Ling borrowed a bucket from Song Jiang, carried the bucket of ice cubes and went to the Han army behind.

But after a while, the Han army received instructions from the "leader" and moved their troops to a place only two kilometers away from Miss Feng's resting place.

After each person drank a bowl of ice plum water and ice hawthorn water, they felt refreshed.

A group of idiots lined up neatly in five teams, standing at the end and shouting loudly: "Thank you Miss Feng!"

When the voice came over, Feng Ranhua was chewing a cucumber and almost choked. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times and he cursed, "A bunch of idiots!"

Little Ling'er, blowing in the breeze, opened her big round eyes, grinned with her toothless mouth, and giggled.

Feng Ranhua also laughed: "Look, our little Ling'er also knows who those idiots are."

This group of idiots originally thought that this was a tough job, but they never expected that they would start to enjoy a good life from today.

With the support of one hundred and twenty big men, Feng Ranhua thought that she would never miss a chance to take advantage of something, so once she came across a county town, she took her men on a shopping spree.

The number of tractor trucks increased from eight to thirty.

They advanced towards Yanmen Mountain in a mighty force, scaring the surrounding county magistrates, who thought that bandits were coming to attack. After seeing the spy documents in the hands of Captain Chen.

The county magistrate looked at the men dressed as standard farmers, with a look of disbelief. They were dressed in plain clothes and shorts, with their sleeves half rolled up. The only sign that they were soldiers was the broadswords slung across their waists.

Are these really the prince’s personal guards?

July.

They finally arrived at Yanmen Mountain.

In early autumn, the tips of the grass have just begun to turn yellow, the fallen leaves have already drifted away in the wind, white clouds hang like gauze on the green mountain tops, and birds flap their wings and circle in the dense forests.

The wind-stained painting looks up at the winding Yanmen Mountain.

It is named "Yanmen Mountain" because it is surrounded by mountains, which look like the shape of a "person" formed by wild geese flying south. There are five side peaks on each side of the main peak, and the mountain peaks stretch from high to low with no end in sight.

It borders Xuanyue to the north, Donghu to the east, Taiyuan of Dayan to the west, and Yizhou of Dayan to the south.

"It's a Feng Shui treasure land." The little book woke up at some point and popped its little head out from its wrist.

Feng Ranhua glanced at him and said in a voice transmission: "Damn it! You finally woke up."

"I'm doing this for your own good. I'll get well soon so you can bring more stuff out."

The little book jumped onto her shoulder and looked at the crowds of people around her, searching everywhere.

"Where are my nephews and nieces?"

"what?"

Old Gong appeared out of nowhere and stood opposite Feng Ranhua, sniffing with his nose twitching like a dog.

"This smell is very familiar, the same smell we found when we rested in the temple, a strong smell of medicinal herbs."

Feng Ranhua's eyes moved. She never thought that Old Gong could actually discover the existence of the little book. She smiled and said, "Oh, I just drank a bowl of blood ganoderma soup."

The little scholar imitated Master Gong, with his hands behind his back, and yet he did not forget to make faces while baring his teeth.

"You should restrain yourself!"

"Don't worry, this old man can't find me. If he could find me, he would have found me long ago when we were in the ruined temple."

After recuperating for a while, Little Poshu was in better spirits than in March. He boldly jumped directly onto Old Man Gong.

Mr. Gong froze, stared with his white beard and asked, "What's on my head?"

Feng Ranhua glanced at the little book, a warning flashed through her eyes, then she turned to face Mr. Gong’s surprise and smiled:

"The bug flew away."

The little brat stuck out his tongue, pulled a handful of Old Gong's hair, and then flew back.

"Hiss!" Old Gong opened his eyes wide, groaned slightly in pain, and then slapped his head with his hand.

"Bang!" A loud sound rang out.

Kong Ling and others around him looked at Mr. Kong as if he were a fool.

Feng Ranhua rolled her eyes and tried to hold back her smile, but her slightly curled lips betrayed her.

"Ranhua girl, what are you doing?" Old Gong glared.

Feng Ranhua curled her lips and stretched out her two empty hands.

"Weird!" Old Gong muttered.