Chapter 198 How to say no clothes

Wen Zhong smiled and quickly introduced, "Mr. Song, this is my lord, Mr. Wu."

Song Yifan was obviously a person who had seen the world. He did not look flustered, but calmly and introduced himself generously.

is a talent, and the night has made a conclusion in his heart.

"Mr. Song, please also pay your condolences. Orcs are not our kind. Their behavior is despicable, and their hearts can be killed." The night estimated that Song Yifan also speculated the cause of his own disaster and did not hide anything.

In this way, Song Yifan's eyes turned red.

The temporary wooden house is empty, with only one bed, which is very simple. Song Yifan wanted to invite the two visitors to sit down, but there was really no place to sit in the room, but his face was a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Song, my lord came here, but he asked for something." Wen Zhong opened his mouth and drove away the sad atmosphere: "The lord has pity on these children of the exiles. No one has taught them. He wants to open a school and teach them knowledge and skills. But no one is available at present. I don't know if Mr. Song is willing to be the teacher of these children.

Song Yifan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the owner of the valley would come to him for this matter. He quickly bowed his hand and said, "Mr. Wu is very kind, and he is willing to teach these children. It's just..."

"Let's talk about it!"

Song Yifan's face was full and said seriously, "One person's ancestors are also the lord of a country, so he knows that the best way to open the wisdom of the people is Yuan Jing. I don't know if Mr. Wu may supply it?"

"No problem, but it must be filtered. The best resources must be used on the blade. I will order logistics to supply Yuanjing quantitatively, but these children must compete with each other. Only those with the most outstanding ability can get the tilt of resources. The night said seriously. He is willing to pay for the talents needed to be trained, but it is impossible to be a good man infinitely. In times of war, any resource is precious.

The three of them chatted for a while, and the night said goodbye.

Before leaving, Wen Zhong suddenly said, "Mr. Song, I know that you are born noble, but if you want to survive in the valley, you must be clear. Although you are in a dilemma, if you don't know your name, you will be embarrassed to get along with each other in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yifan said, "Yifan is a sensible person. Thank you, Mr. Wen, for reminding me." After saying that, he turned around and knelt down in the night and called himself the lord.

The night sighed, and he saw the hesitation on Song Yifan's face. But this person is also a person who knows current affairs and can be valued. He reached out and touched his body, trying to find some gifts.

At the end, he looked embarrassed.

He never put gold, silver and jewelry on him, nor did he collect rare treasures. For a while, he really couldn't find anything good. After receiving the subordinates, the necessary expression is needed, and it can't make people feel cold.

"That's it," said the night. "Tingxuan, take Mr. Song and his daughter to my valley at night. I'll ask Fengling to make some tea and ask Mr. Zhuge to come and chat with him so that everyone can get familiar with it."

Song Yifan didn't know what he meant, but Wen Zhong was very surprised.

He wink at Song Yifan repeatedly, so that he could know it. Song Yifan was not stupid. After seeing Wen Zhong's expression, he roughly understood that there should be some deviations in cooking tea and his imagination. And the night pointed out that he took his daughter there, which should be an important reward.

He hurriedly saluted the night and thanked him.

The night is getting thicker, and the night is cooking tea in the Baicao Valley to treat guests. When Wen Zhong came with Song Yifan, Zhuge Wuyong was already seated, and Qingyue and Huoling also attended.

Ten-thousand-year-old tea sprouts, and a mortal world falls into the world.

Before I entered the door, I smelled the refreshing fragrance. After taking a breath, I suddenly felt comfortable all over.

Seeing the little girl in Song Yifan's arms, Qingyue's eyes suddenly lit up and she couldn't help blurted out, "What a lovely doll! Come on, tell your sister, what's your name?"

Song Yifan's daughter was a little shy. Seeing Qingyue's kindness, she fell from her father's arms and replied shyly, "Sister, my name is Song Yuhan."

"Let my sister hug, there is a reward." Qingyue's mood suddenly improved. She is going out to travel these days and is looking for something awkward. The night was annoyed by her many times, and she had to find an excuse to hide. At present, this little girl has helped him a lot.

Song Yuhan hesitated a little, but finally ran to Qingyue and let Qingyue hold him in his arms.

"Mr. Song, please sit down." The night was polite.

Song Yifan didn't know why he suddenly felt better. He claimed to be the lord, hurriedly expressed his gratitude, and sat down at the second table. Everyone here has a much higher status than him. Giving him a second seat has already given him enough face.

"Bear the things here," said the night to Jasmine.

Jasmine turned around and went out. Not long after, she held a wooden plate covered with red cloth. Put the wooden plate in front of Song Yifan and lift the red cloth.

A piece of gold, a piece of gemstone, a piece of jade, and a bottle of elixir.

Song Yifan did not show too surprised look. He thought that his family was quite rich, and a little wealth was not enough to move him. It was not until he went back to take Danwan that his face changed greatly and he was scared. Of course, it's lighter than the shock at the table.

Everyone first talked about the opening of the school, and then carefully discussed it again. Only then did the night order Fengling to throw Luo Fanchen into the teapot and make divine tea.

Each person has a cup of "falling dust".

"Come on, drink this tea and go back and prepare well." Raise your glass at night and drink it all at once. Song Yifan took a sip, and then he understood the meaning of what the night just said.

The tea went into the belly, sweating profusely, and the whole body was sticky, and it condensed into a layer of gray and black on the surface of the body. These are all impurities in the body, which are eliminated by the effect of falling dust.

Song Yifan hurriedly said goodbye, and immediately went back to clean up with Song Yuhan, who was also sweating.

The same is true of Zhuge Wuyong.

The rest of the people are not drinking tea for the first time, so they will not be embarrassed on the spot.

Seeing the two of them leave, she looked at the clear moon in the night and saw that she was still immersed in the joy of seeing Song Yuhan. I didn't want to eat the scenery, so I swallowed it again.

Let's talk about the trip in the future.

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"The ancient wood is a short canopy, and the stick helps me cross the east of the bridge. I want to wet the apricot rain, and the willow wind will not be cold on my face.

I took off my cotton-padded clothes at night and walked in the morning sun. Coming out of Baicao Valley, there are busy scenes everywhere. The breath of spring is really good. The vegetation has experienced the transformation of witheredness, and the people under their command also seem to be full of vitality.

A day's plan is with the morning, and a year's plan is with spring.

There is no doubt that the spring in Death Valley is extremely busy.

The strong labor is all sent to work. The elderly at home do some light farm work in the valley. Play some tables and chairs and weave some baskets and plaques.

"How can it be said that there is no clothes? In the same robe with my son. Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Enmity with your son!

How can it be said that there is no clothes? Tongze with his son. Wang Yuxing, repair my spear halberd. Work together with your son!

How can it be said that there is no clothes? The same with the son. Wang Yuxing, cultivate my armored soldiers. Together with my son!"

The sound of reading came from Song Yifan, who was teaching the children in Death Valley. Young children are enlightened and let them recite the poems of war. Looking at the leopard in the tube, Song Yifan seems to be elegant, but in fact, it may not be so in his heart.

Wang Tao, Zhao Yibiao's son, made the loudest voice. This son has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and has been carefully taught by Wang Xiuhui. Wen Tao has been good at martial arts. At present, the teaching content is too simple for him. But he liked this poem very much, and he recited it more vigorously than others.

On his body, he has long been branded with a mark that belongs to the night. In time, these children will become like Wang Tao when they grow up. Serve the Lord and compete for the world.

On the north side of the demon lake, all the way to the east. The sound of Langshi gradually faded away and was replaced by the tinkling sound of iron.

That's Hawk's arsenal, minting coins and making weapons and armor. Some time ago, it focused on casting farm tools.

The iron cow carried a boulder and passed by the night. He slowed down and saluted the night. The night nod his head slightly, signaling him to continue to work hard.

The arsenal has been surrounded by a high wall, and there are sentries at the door.

Seeing the night coming, the soldiers guarding the door immediately adjusted their posture and saluted.

Hawker's territory is really not small, which is as big as half as Tomorrow City. The melting furnace depicting the crystal force array method by Qingyue is towering, and the fan driven by a mixture of crystal energy and manpower is in operation.

Five or sixty strong men are busy, including those who burn fire, blow wind, transport materials, and those who work hard. More than a dozen apprentices have stood in front of a row of anvil and started to build farm tools and weapons.

From the crowd, the night found an acquaintance at a glance: "The door bolt!"

"Alas! Lord." The door bolt also recognized that the night was coming. He quickly handed over the work in his hand to others and ran over quickly.

"Are you homesick?" The night smiled.

"No, if I go back, I will definitely be pushed out by my father. It's good here. I eat well and sleep well. Uncle Hawker also arranged an important errand for me to get ten people. The door bolt replied with a little excitement.

His father was saved by Qingyue and sent him to follow Qingyue. Later, he found that he had a good affinity for fire, so he became Hawk's royal fireman.

"Well, work hard." The night encouraged, and then casually asked, "Where has Hawke gone?"

"Mr. Hawk is in the cave. He found a dark river with strange water quality. He is ready to dig further and get some water to quench it." The door bolt answered honestly.

The night waved to him and walked towards the mouth of the cave: "Go ahead. I'll go in and have a look."

Hawke is a lazy man. His arsenal does not build houses, and all the workers eat, drink and live in the cave. As soon as I entered the cave, there was a strong smell of sweat. The good cave was ruined like this by him.

He pinched his nose and headed inside. After about 60 or 70 meters deep, he saw Hawk with his bare arms. He took five or six strong men and was digging down.

"Hook, have you dug a large piece of gold?" The night made a joke.

When Hawk heard a familiar voice, he quickly turned around and saw that it was night. He immediately smiled: "Little brother, you just came. I dug up the treasure this time. Do you see the best quenching liquid?

Hearing what he said, the night's curiosity was also hung up. Is there anything special about this iron- quenched **?