Reborn Wangjia's little koi, reclaiming wasteland and farming to become the richest man

Chapter 47 Sword Dance
Tan Ji stopped in his tracks, looked up at Sheng Jiaojiao, with a look of confusion on his face.

So Sheng Jiaojiao explained:

"That's right, the market is not safe anymore, but there are still quite a few people in our village who go to the market to do some small shopping on weekdays, such as selling some wild vegetables, so that your barracks need to eat and drink. I don’t know the year of the monkey and the month of the monkey, so why don’t you harvest our wild vegetables, it’s very cheap, and give it to the people in the village to earn a little money to live on.”

She made up another set of nonsense.

Tan Ji didn't think much about it, and immediately nodded in agreement. If the villagers are more diligent on weekdays, they can find some wild vegetables.

Those wild vegetables are just a basket, how many can there be?It's all small money, not worth a single word from Sheng Jiaojiao.

Sheng Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief, well, now not only the sales of medicinal materials have been settled, but also the sales of side dishes have been finalized.

As long as the military camp is willing to accept her food, it is the same to sell it to the military camp.

Seemingly remembering something, Sheng Jiaojiao said to Tan Ji:

"You wait for me."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Jiaojiao lifted her skirt and quickly ran back to her room.

Tan Ji's eyes were full of doubts, but he still waited patiently where he was. After a while, he saw Sheng Jiaojiao coming out of his room like a thief again.

She smiled and came to Tan Ji, and opened a silk handkerchief in her hand, inside was a white porcelain Langhao brush.

"Here, I made it myself. This is reciprocation."

This is a brand-new white porcelain pen. Although the workmanship is not very delicate, there are a few strokes of bamboo branches and leaves with nails on it, which adds a touch of elegance.

The nib is gray wolf fur.

This reminded Tan Ji of what Sheng Jiaojiao said, that she gave free enlightenment to the children in the village at home.

So Tan Ji clasped his hands together, bowed to Sheng Jiaojiao, took Sheng Jiaojiao's pen with both hands,

"Thank you, Jiao Niang."

Then, he stood up straight, took a deep look at Sheng Jiaojiao, turned around, and strode away under the bright moonlight.

Sheng Jiaojiao was left standing where she was, suddenly remembered the purse in her sleeve, said "ah", and then looked at Tan Ji, all of his people had disappeared.

So, Tan Jiaojiao squeezed the bulging money bag in her hand, thinking about how to return it to him.

Tan Ji's family is not rich, and it can even be called the poorest military household in these ten miles and eight villages.

There is no other reason. In the early years, I heard that Tan Ji's father and uncle both went to the battlefield. Father died in battle, uncle broke a leg, and mother was depressed all day long. The family only provided for uncle and mother. The medicine money can make the family poor.

I heard that before Tan Ji's aunt passed away, the Tan family had already borrowed a lot of foreign debts. After the aunt passed away, the uncle still had to take medicine every day, and later there was a younger brother to raise. This is a big burden for the family. It all fell on Tan Ji alone.

Thinking about Tan Ji's family situation, Sheng Jiaojiao tightly squeezed the money bag in her hand, turned around and went back to her own yard, then stooped again and came outside the yard.

"Third sister, there are a lot of fruits here, delicious."

Qi Rong had already gnawed several apples, wiped his mouth, wiped a red apple on his clothes, and handed it to Sheng Jiaojiao who came over.

She took it over, glanced at Qi Rong, and asked intentionally:

"What fruit is this?"

Qi Rong also held an apple in his hand, biting it for a while,
"I don't know. When I came here today, I found a fruit tree growing here. Sister, how did this fruit tree grow?"

"how could I know?"

Sheng Jiaojiao decided to make up the nonsense to the end,
"I just discovered that there is such a big fruit tree growing here. It must be God's manifestation."

During the day, when the whole family was walking around Qi Rong, she came to the field and watered the apple tree a lot.

At that time, the apples on this apple tree were only small ones, and they must have looked extremely sour.

When I looked at it at night, the apple tree was fully mature and grown up, and the apples in my hand still exuded a fragrance.

Under the moonlight, Qi Zhi scratched his head, he didn't know what was the reason for all this, probably it was just like what Sheng Jiaojiao said, it was a manifestation of God.

Seeing Qi Zhi's silly look, Sheng Jiaojiao couldn't help but want to laugh, and she sent the Broken Mountain Sword forward,
"Here, here it is, Tan Ji specially came here to give it to you."

Qi Rong's expression became even more silly this time, he hurriedly put the half-eaten apple into his back basket, wiped his hands on his clothes, and took the sword from Sheng Jiaojiao with a face full of joy.

This is his first iron sword.

"It's called the Broken Mountain Sword. I've read it in a book, but it's a famous sword. Si, you must use this good sword to kill enemies and protect your homeland in the future, so you can't live up to such a sharp blade."

Sheng Jiaojiao elaborated on the allusion of this mountain-breaking sword.

The more Qi Rong listened, the more joy he felt. With a move of his hand, the sharp sword came out of its sheath, making a loud noise in the howling wind.

He glanced at Sheng Jiaojiao, turned around with the shining sword in hand, and practiced the sword right next to the apple tree.

Looking at him like this, how can he still be dying a few days ago?

Sheng Jiaojiao was delighted to see that Qi Rong's swordsmanship danced faster and faster, faster and faster, the Broken Mountain Sword danced like a silver sword in his hand.

After watching for a while, Sheng Jiaojiao became interested, took out her Yuchang Sword, and performed a set of sword skills in a decent way.

Zhishou County is a martial artist, and the delicate Sheng Jiaojiao knows a few tricks, but they are not very lethal.

On the other hand, when he was pampered and pampered in his previous life, he was alone in the deep palace, and learned a few sets of sword dances from court dancers, which later became a thing to please Yin Ze, and the more he practiced, the more he became a ostentatious sword dance.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight was dim, falling on the slope.

The boy danced the sword, his moves were fierce and powerful, and the soft and charming woman beside him was also dancing the sword. The strong wind blew across Shenzhou. a dance.

She finished the dance before Qi Zhi, and she felt much more comfortable, so she put away the Yuchang sword, bent down to pick up the hoe on the ground, and walked to the side of the medicinal materials planted for uncle.

Looking at the moonlight, the medicinal material has indeed grown, and the momentum is quite good.

Sheng Jiaojiao didn't plant many medicinal materials for treating lung diseases, but Sheng Jiaojiao planted one or two of the existing seeds, and planned to plant the first batch before saving them.

While Qi Zhi was still practicing swordsmanship, Sheng Jiaojiao went to the kitchen after picking her uncle's medicinal materials, and learned how to bake medicinal materials at the same time under the oil lamp the size of a bean.

Roughly first this way, that way, then this way
(End of this chapter)