After making kimchi, the weather suddenly became colder. With the arrival of the first snow, Fangjiazhuang began to calm down.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The courtyard next to Zhu Fang’s residence was already used as a workshop at this time.

Putting down the sledgehammer and looking at the gradually darkening iron material, Zhu Fang picked up the water jug ​​and took a big sip, sweating all over.

If iron materials are to be made into ingredient, it is necessary to forge them multiple times. Only in this way can the impurities inside be knocked out and the material is purer.

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

It would be a waste of time to complete these processes by one person. Zhu Fang went to Fang Xing to ask for someone, but because professional blacksmiths were difficult to find, he 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.

"Young Master, we are sincerely selling ourselves to become naturalized, and we will let you kill you from now on."

The two big men were strong. If Xin Laoqi hadn't stood by the side with a knife, Fang Xing would probably not dare to come out.

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

Fang Xing thought a little but couldn't understand it.

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

Two seven-foot-foot men actually started crying.

I said! Did we wake up and feel the turtle spirit? There was a warrior who came to vote when he was sitting at home!

However, Fang Xing was cautious and did not agree first, but just asked Zhu Fang to examine their professional standards.

When Zhu Fang said ecstatically that these two people were both skilled and had good skills, Fang Xing became even more confused.

This is not a meticulous work, because no one can use craftsmen to do meticulous work.

In order not to leak the secrets, every craftsman in the family is under strict supervision. You can go out. After you become a corpse, you can go out. And you are dragged to the cemetery by a rotten mat.

Moreover, both of them signed a contract for sale, and no one was concerned about Fang Xing's killing, so the suspicion of making careful work was cleared.

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

At night, on the big bed and after exercising, Fang Xing asked Zhang Shuhui who was still gasping for breath.

"Shuhui, what do you think if our family has a noble status?"

Zhang Shuhui was counting Fang Xing's abdominal muscles, and when she heard this, she said casually: "Husband, it's nothing to be respectful or not. I just need to be harmonious and beautiful. Don't be satisfied secretly with black eyes."

This woman is not motivated at all!

Fang Xing was furious, so he punished Zhang Shuhui again, which caused him to get up late the next day.

...

"Hahaha!"

Just as Fang Xing was in a daze, thinking whether God wanted to let him come to the Ming Dynasty and 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 work of craftsmen, and several nobles secretly expressed their support, hahaha!"

Secret support?

Fang Xing rubbed his forehead and had the urge to slap himself.

Damn! This is a secret way for someone to express his loyalty to the crown prince. Do you really think you are the son of heaven and want to change the dynasty?

Fang Xing felt a little sad and a little thankful.

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

"This is a good thing!"

Fang Xing felt that he should celebrate this with a big meal, so the supper was made of a big bowl.

“This big stew is delicious!”

Zhu Zhanji is now very casual in the Fang family, just like he is at his own.

This is a large pot of stewed stewed, with crabs, clams, prawns, abalone... and freshly harvested cabbage stems. They are cooked into a pot and are extremely fragrant.

Ma Su felt that Zhu Zhanji was too much and did not pay for food when he had dinner at the teacher's house, so of course he couldn't let him eat more, so the two of them snatched up.

Fang Xing did not fight for it, but just drank a small wine and ate the spicy crab in front of him, feeling that there was nothing else to ask for in this life.

After dinner, Fang Xing told Zhu Zhanji the two blacksmiths who "voluntarily" sold their bodies. Then he saw Zhu Zhanji's mouth raised, obviously feeling extremely happy.

Seeing that others were in a good mood, Fang Xing felt that it was a bit unfair, so he put some rotten medicine on.

"I think these nobles are just playing the trick of betting on both ends, and no one will offend!"

Zhu Zhanji just smiled and said, "This is common, but there are other nobles who are optimistic about my father, which means that the Han King's party is not a solid piece of law."

OK, I can’t play with politics!

Fang Xing went out to digest food in a frustration, and Zhu Zhanji followed.

The snow outside is already quite impressive. According to the old man from Fangjiazhuang, the weather in Peking has become colder and colder in recent years, and even the harvest in the fields has been affected.

"This is the little glacier!"

Fang Xing walked to the riverside behind the village on the frozen road.

The river was covered with a faint white air, and it looked a little more ethereal.

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

Zhu Zhanji remembered the spicy crabs he ate today, and said with a smile: "Brother Dehua, this thing is the best to protect the cold and can also remove dampness. I plan to send some to the capital first, let Grandpa Emperor try it, and then collect the seeds, plant them in my farm first, and then divide them to the nine sides after too much."

Damn! But what about my benefits?

Fang Xing said with some displeasure: "Your farmer is very lazy, don't ruin the pepper seeds!"

Zhuangzi is on the left side of Fangjiazhuang. After many experiences, Fang Xing was already desperate about the manager of this farm and felt that Zhu Zhanji was wasting land resources.

Zhu Di favored this grandson, so rewards were endless. A farmer was really not a big deal for Zhu Zhanji. After Fang Xing said this, he suddenly realized that he was about to turn around and change his business.

When he got home, Fang Xing didn't tell anyone, and quietly arrived at the backyard and started digging randomly with a small hoe.

After a while, Fang Xing looked at the bunches of potatoes and eggs in front of him and smiled foolishly.

Because the planting time was a little late, I woke up until today and thought about seeing the yield.

"Not many!"

At that time, he just planted the basketball court-sized place in front of him, so after digging a few pits, the rough output could be evaluated.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A big bird flew into the night sky, but when he passed by the backyard, he was so shocked that he almost fell down by the terrifying laughter.

"With such a high yield, even if you plant it once a year, you can support the whole family!"
Chapter completed!