Chapter 50 Do I Really Have the Air of a King?

After making kimchi, the weather suddenly turned cold, and with the arrival of the first snow, Fangjiazhuang began to fall silent.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The small courtyard next to Zhu Fang's residence has been used as a workshop at this time.

Putting down the sledgehammer, looking at the iron material that was gradually darkening, Zhu Fang picked up the pitcher and took a big gulp, sweating profusely all over her body.

If the iron material is to be made into a material, it is necessary to forge it many times. Only in this way can the impurities inside be knocked out, making the material more pure.

Looking at the formed iron plate, Zhu Fang rested for a while, and then started forging again.

It would be a waste of time to complete these processes by one person. Zhu Fang went to find Fang Xing, but because it was difficult to find a professional blacksmith, she was temporarily stranded.

In the front hall at this time, Fang Xing was staring at the two big men kneeling on the ground in a daze.

"Master, the two of us sincerely sold our bodies to become naturalized, and we will let you beat and kill, Master."

The two big men were muscular, if it wasn't for Xin Laoqi standing by the side with a knife, Fang Xing probably wouldn't have dared to come out.

"This...how did you think of offering?"

Fang Xing was a little confused.

"Master, we have been blacksmiths for generations. If we enter the official camp, we will be slaves of the government for the rest of our lives. Master, we are really sincere!"

The two seven-foot men actually burst into tears.

I say! Could it be that Fang Xing also has the air of a bastard? Even sitting at home, there are warriors coming to vote!

However, Fang Xing cautiously did not agree first, but asked Zhu Fang to inspect their professional standards.

When Zhu Fang ecstatically said that the two of them were familiar with each other and their skills were good, Fang Xing was even more confused.

This will not be meticulous work, because no one can use craftsmen to do meticulous work.

In order not to leak the secrets, the craftsmen of each family are under strict supervision. If you want to go out, you can go out after you become a corpse, and you are dragged to a random grave by a rotten mat.

Moreover, both of them had signed the deed of selling themselves, and no one would intervene even if Fang Xing killed him, so the suspicion of spying was cleared.

Fang Xing was a little dazed, he felt that he might have destiny, otherwise why would someone sell himself immediately when there was a shortage of blacksmiths!

At night, on the big bed, after exercising, Fang Xing asked Zhang Shuhui who was still panting.

"Shu Hui, what do you think if our family's status is honored?"

Zhang Shuhui was counting Fang Xing's abs, and said casually after hearing the words: "Husband, it doesn't matter if you are honorable or not. I just want a family and a beautiful and beautiful family. Don't be content with black corns in secret."

This woman is not motivated at all!

Frustrated, Fang Xing was furious, so he punished Zhang Shuhui again, causing her to wake up late the next day.

...

"Hahaha!"

Just when Fang Xing was in a daze, wondering if God wanted him to come to Daming to change the world, Zhu Zhanji's familiar laughter came in.

Zhu Zhanji was in a good mood, and said as soon as he came in: "Brother Dehua, you don't know! This time I took over the errand of the craftsman, and there were a few nobles who secretly expressed their support, hahaha!"

Secret support?

Fang Xing rubbed his forehead, feeling the urge to slap himself.

Fuck! This is a way for people to secretly show their loyalty to the emperor's grandson. Do you really think that you are the son of heaven, and you still want to change the dynasty?

Fang Xing felt a little sad, but also a little happy.

He was glad that he didn't have to work hard to rebel and fight against the country, and he was even more glad that he saved his life.

"This is a good thing!"

Fang Xing felt that a big meal should be used to celebrate this event, so the dinner was a big plate and a big bowl.

“This stew is delicious!”

Zhu Zhanji is very casual in Fang's house now, just as casual as in his own home.

This is a large pot of stew, which contains crabs, clams, prawns, abalone... and freshly harvested Chinese cabbage stalks,

Boiled into a pot, it is very delicious.

Ma Su felt that Zhu Zhanji was too much, and he didn't pay for the food when he ate at the teacher's house, so of course he couldn't let him eat more, so the two rushed over.

But Fang Xing didn't fight for it, just drank some wine and ate the spicy crab in front of him, feeling that life was at this point, there was nothing else he could ask for.

After the meal, Fang Xing told Zhu Zhanji about the two blacksmiths who 'voluntarily' sold themselves, and then saw the corners of Zhu Zhanji's mouth curled up, obviously very happy in his heart.

Seeing that others were in a good mood, Fang Xing felt a little unfair, so he took some bad medicine.

"I think these nobles are just playing a game of betting on both ends. No one can offend them!"

Zhu Zhanji just smiled and said: "This is a common thing, but there are still nobles who are optimistic about my father, which shows that the Hanwang party is by no means monolithic."

Well, I can't play politics with you!

Fang Xing aggrieved and went out to eat, Zhu Zhanji also followed.

The snow outside is already considerable. According to the old man of Fangjiazhuang, the weather in Beiping has become colder and colder these years, and even the harvest in the field has been affected.

"This is Little Ice River!"

Fang Xing walked to the riverside behind the village by stepping on the frozen path.

The surface of the river is emitting faint white air, which looks a little more ethereal.

Fang Xing rubbed his numb face with his hands, turned around and said to Zhu Zhanji, "The chili peppers have been collected, you can arrange the specific operation by yourself."

Zhu Zhanji thought of the spicy crab that he ate today, so he said with a smile on his face: "Brother Dehua, this thing is the best for keeping out the cold, and it can also remove dampness. I am going to send some to the capital first, let the emperor try it, and then eat it again." Collect the seeds, plant them on my Zhuangzi first, and then distribute them to the nine sides after waiting for more."

Depend on! But what about my benefits?

Fang Xing said with some displeasure: "The people in your village are very lazy, don't spoil the peppers!"

Zhuangzi is on the left side of Fangjiazhuang. After seeing and hearing many times, Fang Xing has already despaired of the manager of this Zhuangzi, and feels that Zhu Zhanji is wasting land resources.

Zhu Di dotes on this grandson, so the rewards are endless. A Zhuangzi is really nothing to Zhu Zhanji. At this time, Fang Xing said this, and he suddenly realized that he was going to change his manager when he turned around.

Back home, Fang Xing didn't tell anyone. He quietly went to the backyard and started digging randomly with a small hoe.

After tossing about half of the salary, Fang Xing looked at the bunches of potato eggs in front of him and smirked,

Because the planting time was a bit late, I only woke up today to check the yield.

"A lot!"

At that time, he just planted the area the size of the basketball court in front of him, so after digging a few holes, the approximate yield can be estimated.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A big bird flew in the night sky, but when passing by the backyard, it was so startled by the horrifying laughter that it almost fell down.

"With such a high yield, even if it is planted once a year, it can still feed a family!"

So braised potatoes appeared on the breakfast table the next day. After the servants and Zhu Zhanji smelled the aroma, they couldn't help twitching their noses and gathered around the big basin.

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