shock!After the abandoned concubine cheated on God of War, she just wanted to farm

Chapter 118 Where Did You Get The Garbage?

The night is in the color of ink, and the moon is in the sky.

In the southwest corner of Qinglan Bieyuan, withered grass and fallen leaves are blowing in the cold wind of early winter.

Suddenly, it sounded like a copper bell gradually approaching, which seemed a bit strange in the darkness.

In the dilapidated miscellaneous house, Yu's mother moved slightly, stood up and opened the door, and a man in black walked in. After clasping his fists and saluting, he said:
"Grandma Yu, our people missed and only one escaped."

"It seems that Miss's suspicion is correct. The eldest daughter of Marquis Yongen seems to have grown up in a remote farm with nothing, but she is actually in another world. After giving birth to a pair of children with an unlucky father, the King of Han is still deeply attached to her. Heavy."

Mother Yu sat there quietly, like a clay sculpture, only her mouth opened and closed.

The man in black: "According to the informant, King Han is extremely fond of Feng Ranhua and his sons and daughters, especially the little girl, he never leaves his hands."

Mama Yu nodded slightly.

"The young master has returned to Taiyuan a few days ago, and he has explained the key point that no one should discover the secrets of Yanmen Mountain. You continue to lurk secretly and monitor closely. If you find an opportunity, you must stop Feng Ranhua's intention to make a drastic move in Yanmen Mountain .”

"Mother-in-law, don't worry, we still have three people in the nearby farm, and the informant we bought is the man from the nearby farm." The man in black said.

"Okay, you go back carefully, there are people around the courtyard who are secretly watching the whistle." Mother Yu frowned slightly on her straight face.

"Yes." The man in black clasped his fists in reply, walked out of the room, and disappeared into the night.

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"Miss, Dumb Uncle asked you to go to the [Forging Camp]. The prince sent a blacksmith with a strange temper, and he clamored to see the strange stone you mentioned as soon as he came."

Xiaoxin bowed to report back.

Feng Ranhua put down the blueprint in his hand, "Hey, Han Zha...King Han is quick to do things, so he is looking for someone."

"Let's go and have a look."

boom!
boom!
boom!
Close to the foot of Yanmen Mountain, there are three rows of houses, and there is a very rhythmic sound of hammers.

The new plaque [Forging Camp] on the simple wooden door.

"Where's the chicken? Here's one. The old man likes grilled chicken that is burnt and oily. Don't forget to add a plate of chili."

"Eight faults, eight faults. The fire is just right, where is the wine, is there any? Pear blossom white?"

The voice is hoarse like a broken string.

Feng Ranhua gave a soft snort, and stepped into the courtyard.

A scruffy old man, skinny and skinny, his temples have been dusted, leaving only a little radiance on his dark and thin face.

Seeing everyone bowing to the woman at the door, he tilted his head with a big chicken leg in his mouth.

In an instant, the complaints and gloom on his face were swept away, revealing a warm smile like the warm spring sun.

"What a beautiful girl? Look at this tender skin, the soup is fresh after drinking."

"Clean and introverted, with light footsteps, and a good aura, put the whole body into the pill furnace to make a pill. I ate the old man, and the bark of this body has changed."

When everyone heard this, they were filled with anger. Seeing that the corner of the master's mouth was smiling, he didn't take any action, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

Feng Ranhua raised his brows, urged the movement, and resisted the internal temptation and majesty of the sloppy old man in front of him.

Unexpectedly, this extremely aura girl has a lot of meritorious service.

While exerting his internal strength, the sloppy old man aimed his eyes randomly, and suddenly saw the Buddhist beads in Feng Ranhua's hand.

"Hey, baby, the Buddha beads that are radiant with Buddha's radiance, if you inhale them, can you live a long life? Pretty girl, why don't you give me this string of beads."

Snapped!
A big chicken leg that looked like it had been gnawed by a pig accurately fell into the plate on the stone table.

Like lightning, an afterimage flew over the heads of several people.

The sloppy old man pulled out the chicken with a trick of the eagle, and the skinny chicken claws were already in Feng Ranhua's hands.

What a quick move!
Feng Ranhua leaped back and slashed with a punch.

The sloppy old man flicked his sleeves, dissipating Feng Ranhua's internal power-like abilities.

Hearing the sound of fighting, the dumb uncle ran out, dropped the teapot in his hand, and jumped away.

"Uncle Dumb, he has no malicious intentions."

The dumb uncle took two moves, and seeing that they were really harmless, he stared at the two of them without blinking.

The two hit from the top of the wall to the top of the tree, and then from the top of the tree to the roof, and finally they seemed to have leveled off.

Feng Ranhua knew that she was no match for him.

Damn, the old monster that ran out there.

Xiaoxin said along the way: If it wasn't sent by Han Wang's mansion, he would probably treat him as a blind man who cheated on food and drink, and call him out.

But no, she alone has to get him out.

Feng Ranhua patted the dust on his clothes, straddled the stone chair, and rubbed his bruised wrist:
"Smelly old man, you patted my newly made clothes with greasy hands, wasting my family's money."

Girls are not good at this point, they are poor and fastidious, and their clothes are dirty, so naturally they don't wash them.

The sloppy old man picked up the half-gnawed chicken leg on the plate, bit a piece of meat, and mumbled in his mouth:

"Pretty girl, you are the head of the family here? You are young, but you have good skills."

"Ang." Feng Ranhua's beautiful eyes turned up and gave him a blank look.

Finally had enough to eat and drink.

The sloppy old man swaggered into a kitchen with his thin belly.

It happened that Hu Fen was swinging a sledgehammer, he turned out to be the blacksmith of the Han family's barracks.

The sloppy old man didn't make a sound, and stood quietly behind Hu Fen.

A big stove was built in the middle of the room, and the big stove was burning red with coal.There is a bellows on the side of the stove, and the boy pulls the bellows, the wind enters the stove, and the flames in the hearth shoot up.

After the fire is red, the boy burns the iron block to be forged red in the furnace first, and then moves it to the big iron pier with big iron clips.

I saw Hu Fen holding a sledgehammer in his right hand, and Kong Wu hammered it forcefully, hammering it repeatedly, and saw that a piece of square iron had a curvature.

"Master Hu, you know martial arts, right?" Feng Ranhua saw that he controlled the hammering force very well, and he had a skillful energy. He heard from Uncle Dumb that among the ten people, Master Hu was still a martial artist.

Suddenly a pleasant voice sounded.

Hu Fen paused the sledgehammer, looked back, and saw four people behind him, and the one who spoke was a beautiful and enchanting figure, he stood up:

"I met Master, my parents opened a martial arts gym, and I learned some boxing techniques."

Feng Ranhua hummed, before she continued to speak.

The sloppy old man jumped over, and the eight-foot-tall man was lifted aside by him like a chicken, and said arrogantly.

"You, go and light the fire for the old man."

Hu Fen was about to get angry, but Miss Jianfeng nodded slightly, calming down and letting the boy stand up.

Feng Ranhua raised her red lips, and threw a black iron spar: "No, just this iron stone."

The sloppy old man took the black iron spar, looked closely at it repeatedly, frowned and asked, "Pretty girl, where did you get the rubbish?"

Feng Ranhua had already noticed that he had squeezed her with internal force just now, but he didn't move at all, his eyes sparkled, and he insisted that she, Xuan Tiejing, was a piece of rubbish.

"Stinky old man, just give it a try."

Hu Fen was stunned, and blurted out when he thought of something: "Master, don't be fooled by him, he doesn't even know a treasure."

Ten of them hammered this black iron spar for five or six days, and it remained motionless, as smooth as new.

It can be seen that this precious iron stone is not ordinary.

The sloppy old man pouted his old lips: "An ordinary blacksmith can't hammer this iron stone."

(End of this chapter)