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

Chapter 120 Who is the Cowherd?

Anti-customer.

After Fengranhua had a deep taste of the taste, he turned his face and kicked Han Jinyan out of bed.

Han Jinyan stood up calmly, sat on the chair beside the bed, poked the tiger's head and wrenched his fingers, teasingly said in a good mood:
"After the paintings are eaten up and wiped out, they don't recognize anyone."

Hmph, she won't admit it, lost in the hot kiss, her mind is completely shaken.

Feng Ranhua clenched his teeth, "The cowherd who came to the door, it doesn't matter if you kiss a few times. The passionate young man with firewood and fire, hmph, there is no next move."

What is the identity of the cowherd?

It's the third time I heard Hua'er talk.

but……

"Hua'er. Do you want to..." Han Jinyan's black eyes flashed, and the stars dazzled.

"Just wait, wait until the day my old lady calls you." Feng Ranhua covered her mouth and yawned.

Seeing that Hua'er was indeed dozing off from exhaustion, Han Jinyan said, "Hua'er, rest well, I'll come over tomorrow."

"Yeah." Feng Ranhua turned over, rolled up the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

The room returned to silence.

The stinky old man named Feng who came over a while ago is indeed capable, but only ten days old.

A long sword, the color is like frost and snow, crystal clear, although it has not been opened, it can be seen that it is majestic.

Feng Qihua drew out his long sword and waved it at the iron stone, clang!
A piece of iron stone is divided into two, and the knife edge is neat and smooth as a mirror.

Cutting iron like mud is worthy of the name.

Feng Ranhua was really satisfied, and praised: "Fenglao is very fortunate, the younger generation thanked Fenglao."

Thank you for the sincerity and sincerity of Jianfengranhua.

The old man Feng raised his non-existent thick neck, a little arrogantly: "It's okay, it took a lot of my skills."

Han Jinyan stretched out his long and slender hand, took the Xuanjing long sword, and twirled a sword flower in his hand.

"The blade is sharp, nimble and light. After you engrave Hua'er, just engrave the cursive script you are used to writing and give it to me." Han Jinyan half-closed his eyes.

Feng Ran painted so refreshingly, "Okay."

Bai Qi on the side frowned tightly, with a bit of struggle and helplessness under his eyes.

"Ms. Feng, how much more do you have? As a reward, just give me ten black iron crystals." Between the two, old man Feng showed a funny old face who didn't want to be beaten.

"Ten yuan? The rest is only enough for two swords in my cage." Feng Ranhua glanced at him lightly, "Add an extra century-old ginseng, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay if you don't give it. You dug it from the pretty girl. Next time, bring me with you." Seeing that there was nothing to do right now, old man Feng slumped back on the chair.

Feng Ranhua rolled his eyes, and was about to scoff, but suddenly thought that he, an old man, has a good forging ability, and said nonsense:

"There are not only black iron crystals in that place, but also a variety of rare materials. But entering that place is purely based on chance, and I am also waiting for this opportunity. When the time is right, I will definitely take the old man with me."

"Any other treasures? It's a deal!" Old Man Feng said with great satisfaction, his eyes lit up.

Han Jinyan caught a pair of cunning fox eyes and squinted them.

Hua'er is a big wit.

Unexpectedly, the old man Feng waited for two years but failed.

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The territory of Dayan is full of wars, but Yanmen Mountain is indeed like a piece of pure land.

Xiaoxue is cold and will snow.

In early November, snow particles floated in the air.

In the thatched greenhouse where the briquettes are made, everyone is working in full swing. Most of the people who come here to work are nearby villagers as part-time workers.

In the cold winter months of previous years, everyone would have one meal a day, at most two meals with thin soup, and would lie in the house all day without going out.

Since the owner of Mercury Village came here, they have been busy from autumn to winter, and they have earned more than a dozen taels of silver, which can be equivalent to many years' wages.

Look at the briquette-making shed, there are stoves around it, and the body is warm.

The Fengwu Courtyard was also moved to a second-entry green brick courtyard.

In the warm room.

Qing Ling scratched at the abacus, counting while talking.

"Miss, in October, we earned a total of 3000 taels. The two shops in the county made a total of 500 taels of profit. The briquettes were transported to Taiyuan and Yizhou counties, earning nearly 1 taels of silver."

"The weapons for the forging camp, Miss Gang, your plan is to reserve [-] knives and arrows, which are still being forged and have not yet made a profit."

"The chicken and duck farm is only enough for our daily food in Mercury Village, and it is not yet profitable."

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Xiao Ling'er imitated Qing Ling and was also picking at Xiao Jin's abacus. When he couldn't turn it fast, the white fox beside him helped pick one up with his paws.

If you are not at home, you do not know that diesel, rice, oil, and salt are expensive.

Sheltered nearly 100 people who fled, as well as beggars.

In just five months, there are more than 300 people living in Mercury Village, not counting the [-] people who built a camp next to King Han.

Feng Ranhua picked up the Langhao pen and scanned the crowd.

"There are more than 300 people living in our village, and we have redistributed the work."

"From now on, the forge camp and the iron mine will be managed by Uncle Dumb."

"Kong Ling is in charge of doing business abroad, and Song Jiang is in charge of farming and raising chickens and ducks in the village.

"For the time being, Qingling will manage the large accountant. When the stall becomes large, we have to find a few accountants. We need capable people for daily wages, income and expenditure, and warehouse management."

"Bai Qi, you followed General Lou Yunshenglou who came over from the Han Palace, and is responsible for training village soldiers and supervising coal mining."

"Xu Qing helps me stay by Xiao Ling'er's side."

Everyone responded one by one.

Feng Ranhua dropped Erlanghao's pen, propped his jaw with his right hand, and drooped his left hand on his bent knee, and said lazily:

"After the beginning of spring, Song Jiang, please invite people to focus on land reclamation and digging lakes. We will divert water from the waterfall down the mountain and raise the land so that we can grow rice. I plan to contract the production of the fields to each household, and everyone will just pay the rent."

Song Jiang said loudly: "The land is thick in winter and it is not easy to open up wasteland. The city wall can be built in April next year."

Holding the ledger, Qingling said sadly, "The price of grain has risen again, and next year it will cost another fortune to buy grain seeds."

There is a place of rice and fruit in the secret place, and she plans to move back in a few days.

"Don't worry about the grain, I've already negotiated with someone, and it will be delivered to the warehouse in a few days." Feng Ranhua
Qing Ling blinked her eyes and sent it to the warehouse. She understood that the young lady was going to rob somewhere outside Fang, her face beamed with joy, "Hee hee, well, the money in our account will be used to build city walls and open up wasteland after the opening year." , Hatching chickens, piggies."

Kong Ling opposite her stared at her for a moment, then smiled.

As if sensing the scorching eyes, she glared at Kong Ling while no one was paying attention.

blah blah blah!
Little Mud raised the curtain, looked at Feng Ran and said:

"Miss, King Xuan's troops have arrived, and they entered the village with the generals of King Han's residence."

Feng Ranhua frowned, that scumbag, let him go to the county office or go back to the barracks, he won't do it.

It's because of her Mercury Village.

On the streets of Mercury Village, the villagers secretly looked at the noble prince walking in the snow on the road.

"I heard that he is the late emperor's own son."

"It's King Xuan, the King Xuan stationed in Taiyuan."

"It looks so good!"

"Can't you not look good? I heard that his mother is a beautiful young man who can sing and dance, and has fascinated the late emperor."

"Bah, you don't want to die, keep your voice down!"

Everyone was talking about King Xuan. At this time, he slowed down and looked at the whole village thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)