Bandit girl unscrupulous: kidnap a prince to farm

Chapter 47 050 Things Done

Mu Jinxuan was completely devoting herself to this order contract, so she completely ignored the hand that was wandering around her waist. The Han papers blinked and looked at the cold gaze of Shaoqing from the upstairs. He turned around very cooperatively and walked out of the kitchen.

Damn, I have to report to my elder brother, this kid has too much power, they can't handle it!

Lou Shaoqing retracted his gaze in satisfaction, the little girl is very happy now, her big black eyes are shining with an exciting luster, her pink lips curled up cheerfully, her fair face became flushed with excitement, and her thin and thin The small chin is very cute.

Lou Shaoqing's gaze softened, and he asked softly, "How is it?"

Mu Jinxuan nodded again and again with an excited expression. The inscription in the lower right corner is indeed the official seal, but it is not from King Beijing, but from the general stationed in Korla, the son of King Beijing!

Mu Jinxuan couldn't help being elated. After a while, she suddenly thought of a question. She raised her head, blinked her big eyes, and looked at Lou Shaoqing's handsome face: "Why is this thing here with you? Didn't you Are you wanted?"

Lou Shaoqing: "..."

"By the way, the brothers are almost done training. I practiced with the intensity of the army. Would you like to see Xuan'er?" Lou Shaoqing's pitch-black Mo Zi was extremely calm.

The little girl was taken aback for a moment, blinked her big eyes, and hummed suspiciously.

"Oh... um... let's go and have a look."

As soon as Mo Ran's eyes loosened, Lou Shaoqing withdrew his hand and walked out with the little girl.

He has already trained the men, according to the method of his elder brother training the army, not only forcing them to perform marching force, but also giving them the regular fighting and assassination skills of soldiers on the battlefield.

The battlefield is ruthless, and the moves used are all the most inferior moves. As long as it can save life, as long as it can kill the enemy, any subtle movement must be practiced to the extreme.

When Mu Maofeng arrived, there was a roar of killing on the training ground.

My own brother, I know, Mu Maofeng knows that his brother is fierce, but a bandit is still a bandit after all, it is impossible to become like this...

Mu Maofeng touched his bald head and looked at him in shock.

The movements are coordinated, the expression is stern, and the decisive spirit of a soldier, how can there be any banditry?

"Kill! Kill!"

While holding up long spears, the men stabbed the scarecrow in front of them into a hornet's nest.

Mu Maofeng gasped, and couldn't help but look at his daughter.

The little girl was also quite shocked, staring at the martial arts field in front of her with big black eyes, both surprised and delighted.

Although when I was a bandit, my brothers already had very high force values, but in this troubled world, it is not a big deal to meet bandits. The most terrible thing is to meet the army. When have you ever seen a bandit beat a regular army? ?Even if there were one hundred and eight generals in the Water Margin, wouldn't the entire army be wiped out in the end?
Mu Jinxuan squinted her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Lou Shaoqing didn't train many people, and his father only gave him a dozen people, but these dozen people alone, I am afraid that one can defeat ten now!
She couldn't help but turn her head and look into Lou Shaoqing's dark eyes. He just stood quietly behind her, accompanied her, without saying a word. , all with a calm and elegant appearance.

"How?" The man raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile in Mo Ran's eyes.

"I want them to be stronger!"

"can."

"I want the entire Mu family to be stronger!"

Those ink-stained eyes sank: "Yes!"

"I want the whole Dawangzhuang to be strong enough to protect itself in this troubled world!"

Lou Shaoqing paused for a moment, then caressed the girl's tender cheeks with her well-articulated hands, and looked at him with those big black eyes, deep and firm, with the heroic and domineering qualities that only a man would have, this incompatible The strength is manifested in such a tender and lovely face, which makes people feel pity and love in their hearts, wanting to rub her into his arms, pampering her well, preventing her from being hurt a little bit, and not letting her down any more.

"it is good."

The last sentence is good, it is a promise, and he made her a promise.

The little girl smiled contentedly, with a hint of cunning.

Troubled times are dangerous, even if you are doing business, you must have some security. Lou Shaoqing undoubtedly gave her this security. Looking at it this way, this person is not only good-looking, but also useful!
The little girl who had been educated by Mu Maofeng for six years thought very realistically.

Mu Jinyan and Mu Zizhou who came afterward also looked at the men who had been trained for more than half a month in surprise. Looking at Lou Shaoqing without blinking, as a filial son, Mu Jinyan reached out and patted his father's rather lonely back.

Mu Maofeng snorted coldly, turned around and said in a low voice: "Son, are you sure we can handle this brat? Are you sure your sister won't suffer?"

Mu Jinyan hooked the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to draw out the long sword behind his back. The cold sword body reflected a handsome and indifferent face, and the blade was sharp and murderous!
"will not!"

Mu Maofeng grinned grimly, reached out and patted his son's shoulder: "Son, I have raised you so much, just this one sentence, I love to hear it!"

Mu Jinyan: "..."

The people Lou Shaoqing trained really shocked her a lot, and Mu Maofeng also began to hurry up and arrange for his brothers to train one by one.

Fortunately, it was the end of the twelfth lunar month, the crops should be harvested, the pigs raised should be sold, and the pigs should be killed, and there are only a few piglets still running around in the nest.

Lin Dong followed Mu Jinxuan's instructions long before it snowed, and reinforced the original adobe hut with dried millet stalks and straw, so that the little piggies would not be exposed to the cold.The chicken coop has also been strengthened. The winter temperature has affected the egg production of the hens, but the live chickens from years ago have been selling well. Who can’t get some meat during the Chinese New Year?

However, Mu Jinxuan doesn't plan to sell agricultural and sideline products next year. In the past few months, Dongfeng Yixiao's accounts have clearly recorded that all the expenses for meat, eggs and milk have gone to the cottages he knew well with her father, that is to say , Most of them are consumed internally by their own people, and they have not really opened up the market as commodities. There is no way, who makes the current society a purely natural and self-sufficient society.

The little girl blinked her big eyes, and began to calculate again.

The third uncle said that he would get her cows, ovens and yeast, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?
And next year, there will be more commercial crops in the field.

When the little girl here was thinking hard, far away in a small courtyard in the lower counting room, Tuesday Yong wrapped up the sheepskin jacket around her body and drank warm Shaoxing Huang.

In front of him, sat a gentle and elegant middle-aged Confucian scholar, wearing a scarf and holding a feather fan, with slender black eyes, but he couldn't hide the cruel look in them.

"Brother Zhou, you said you found the second lady of Mu's Village?" Wang Feng let goose bumps crawl all over his body while shaking his fan.

On Tuesday, Yong glanced at the feather fan, then looked at the weather outside where the north wind was howling, and couldn't help shivering.

"Yes, that's why I quickly contacted you, the head of the family!"

Jiang Wannian took a sip of hot tea to warm himself up, and then he said with a half-smile: "It's a pity that my brother reported too late, I have already received a tip-off, and now several villages have rice noodles, meat and eggs for the winter, all from Mu I bought it from the bald-haired monk Maofeng!"

On Tuesday, Yong's heart trembled, and his triangular eyes became more sinister: "Do they still dare to contact the 34 villages in Beijiang?"

"Why don't you dare? A gangster on the road doesn't even have the guts to do so, so what are you doing?"

Jiang Wannian sneered: "Brother, what could not be done six years ago will be done in the next year!"

Tuesday Yong squinted his triangular eyes, knowing it clearly.

(End of this chapter)