Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Moreover, even if her mustard bag was bigger, how much iron ore could it carry? Iron ore was not expensive, but when the quantity increased, the total price was terrifying. How could she afford so much money?

Qin Youyou had no idea what he was thinking.

Continue to take iron ore from the mustard bag.

After digging a few times and getting tired of it, he poured out the mustard bag, and the iron ore rushed out like a river.

Qin Zhengjiao's expression went from calm to slowly cracking, and in the end, he could no longer maintain it.

Seeing half of his yard submerged in iron ore, he collapsed.

"How much did you bring?"

Qin Youyou shook the mustard seed bag: "Almost there."

After a while, the flow rate of the iron ore slowed down a lot.

A small mountain of iron ore suddenly appeared in the blacksmith's yard, occupying almost half of the yard. Even Qin Zhengjiao's rocking chair was submerged in the iron ore.

There was no other way. The land was fifty acres in size, and the fence she wanted to make was two meters high, which required too much iron ore.

Qin Zhengjiao felt dizzy.

This little mountain of iron ore, my God, how much money would it cost to buy it?

Where did Qin Youyou get so much money!

He was very sure that this money was not given to her by the head of the family. The head of the family's money, or even the money of the entire Qin family, was not enough for such squandering!

Qin Zheng looked at Qin Youyou anxiously, as if he was looking at a gold mine.

His heart was pounding. If this was his apprentice, and he could help him find some way to make money, wouldn't he be able to forge weapons and spend lavishly in the future?

There is no weaponsmith who does not yearn for such a day.

Qin Youyou knew he was curious, but she didn't say it.

She can harvest one round of green onion fields every day, and the amount of income she earns is astonishing.

She, her brother, and Shopkeeper Peng all made a fortune. She is now well-off, and the amount of money she makes is shocking if it is made public.

The Ninth Elder is old and can't stand the scare, so she didn't say anything.

Qin Zheng was so anxious that he was gasping for breath.

Is this the power of gold coins?

Oh my God, considering the Qin family’s poor financial situation, he used to be very frugal with every bit of iron ore he had, and they lived a very poor life!

So jealous!

The second time I forged iron, I was much more skilled than the first time.

Qin Youyou borrowed tools from the blacksmith shop and followed the instructions in the production manual, proceeding step by step.

Qin Zhengjiao wanted to speak and give her some advice several times, but the next moment, her actions successfully shut him up.

Uh, water needs to be added here for quenching.

Well, adding copper powder is indeed a better choice...the hardness will become higher.

Hey, shall we start forging now?

Ah, indeed, indeed, it would be more reasonable to start forging now, and it would save more effort later...

Qin Youyou was so busy that she entered a state of ecstasy.

Qin Zhengjiao was so fascinated by what he saw that he also entered a state of ecstasy.

Time passes slowly.

Qin Youyou wiped the sweat off her forehead. She was exhausted and had spent the entire day building only two fences.

It's really a physical job.

"That's it for today."

Qin Zhengjiao suddenly came back to his senses: "Ah, is it over?"

Today, after watching Qin Youyou forging iron all day, for some reason, he felt that there were signs of a breakthrough in his realm as a master weaponsmith.

The meaning is still unfinished.

He watched Qin Youyou leave reluctantly, his heart deeply shaken.

He has been stuck in this state for too long, so long that he has forgotten the original intention of casting the weapon.

Today, watching Qin Youyou, who had no spiritual power, casting a fence, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was still an apprentice in casting.

At that time, he was obsessed with the function of every tool. Whether it was casting knives, swords, hoes or plows, he had the simplest and most rustic original intention.

But when did he change?

He pursues various techniques, fancy functions, and gorgeous appearance...

He has forgotten that tools are for people to use and are people-oriented.

No wonder he has been stuck at this level for so many years. How can a weaponsmith who has lost his original intention go far?

Qin Zhengjiao's eyes were hot, he raised his hand and wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

When he thought of Qin Youyou, his heart was filled with enthusiasm, and he secretly said: "She is worthy of being the disciple assigned to me by God. She is the one who brings prosperity to me."

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Over there, Qin Tian was in excruciating pain.

The physical pain gradually subsided, but the pain in his heart was difficult to relieve. He could not face his disability, let alone his own excrement.

The most humiliating time of his day was when his children wiped his body.

He didn't want to torture his children, but apart from his children, he didn't want outsiders to see his embarrassment.

That day, he couldn't help it and wanted to bite his tongue to commit suicide.

But Qin Junan discovered and stopped him.

Qin Junan couldn't bear to see his father so miserable, so he quietly went to Qin Youyou's yard again, wanting to verify once again whether what she planted were the magical green onions. Unfortunately, the soil in the yard had been turned over, and not even a green onion leaf was seen.

Only a crazy woman and a bald chicken were chasing him.

As proud as Qin Hanyue is, she has to take care of her father's excrement and urine every day. She can't stand such a life for a day!

Finally, the family of three made the decision.

With the help of his children, Qin Tian put on the white brocade robe he often wore when he was a teenager.

In the name of expressing gratitude, a banquet was held to entertain Lei Jiaoer.

Both the host and the guests were having a great time that day, and no one knew that there was a mixture of love and happiness in the wine.

When Lei Jiao'er woke up, she looked at the naked man beside her, touched her own naked body, and recalled the madness of last night...

There was a glimmer of unfulfilled desire in his eyes.

But the next moment, she opened her mouth and cried like a heavy rain, with tears pouring down her face.

"Brother Tian, ​​why do you treat me like this?"

"Although I, Lei Jiao'er, adore you, I also have self-respect. I have remained chaste until now, just to protect my infatuation and my longing for you. But now, you have shattered this longing with your own hands. You are no longer the brother Tian that I knew!"

"Jiao'er, my dear Jiao'er."

Qin Tian felt nauseous, but he still endured it and coaxed her gently:

"Jiao'er, how could I not know your feelings? Now that we've been honest with each other, isn't that perfect? ​​I will definitely be responsible for you, don't worry!"

"I don't want your responsibility! I...I want to go home to find my father!"

Lei Jiao'er pretended to run away. Qin Tian turned pale with fear and shouted:

"Jiao'er! I've long been attracted to you, but I have two children, so I've never been able to express my feelings to you. Although I plotted against you out of selfish motives, these motives don't contradict my feelings for you. We've missed each other for so many years, are we going to keep missing each other?"

Lei Jiao'er's body trembled. She turned her face away, with tears as big as beans hanging on the fat on her face. She sobbed and then threw herself into Qin Tian's arms.

"You, you bad guy!"

vomit……

Qin Tian’s leftover rice was almost squeezed out.

Lei Jiao'er's voice came from my ears: "Brother Tian, ​​I don't want your vows of love. If you want to be with me, then... you must show your sincerity."

Qin Tian quickly agreed: "Of course, no matter what you want, as long as I can afford it, I will definitely take it!"