The sky is high and the clouds are light, the geese fly south, autumn is a season of depression, and it is a season of harvest, flowers wither, fruits are formed, there are some special fruits that will ripen in advance, arch everyone picks.

Fang Rong followed the large army and came to the next tribe, the Lion Tribe.

Leopards and lions are also large carnivores, and the two tribes will not quarrel until the winter, and will only attack each other when there is no food.

The lion troops will also move in a certain season, and will now exchange with them in advance for the supplies, clothes, or salt they bring.

Salt is something that will be needed no matter which race, but the lion tribe relies on itself to be more powerful than leopards, and the price is too high, and the patriarch can't say anything, so it is temporarily consumed here.

The leopard tribe needs the materials to continue walking, if the price is too low to insist that they go to the next tribe, the lion tribe needs the salt and specialties they bring back and forth, everyone has their own needs, that is, they will die to save face and suffer the crime.

Fang Rong was relaxed for a few days, hunting on other people's territory was not allowed, so Fang Hua was also relaxed for a few days and followed him to do business together.

So the business is to buy wine, the fruit wine he brewed is ripe, several large bottles, I originally thought that such a rare thing would be easy to sell, but I didn't expect that no one would buy it at all.

He opened the lid of the bottle, and the aroma was overflowing, but no one bought it.

Maybe everyone thinks it's a strange taste, after all, I've never drunk it, and the price is not cheap.

Because it has been brewed for a long time, it takes two or three months to produce so many bottles, so Fang Rong doesn't want to be cheap.

Of course, even if he is cheap, people will not buy it.

Fang Rongchou's hair turned white, "Why don't you have any business?" ”

Fang Hua nestled in a wicker chair, lazily showing his head, and holding a fan made of dried leaves in his hand.

Although it was autumn, it was still a little hot when it wasn't raining or windy, and he still wore an apron around his neck to play the role of the shopkeeper.

The rattan chair and fan were all hand-knitted by himself, and they didn't look good the first time, but they were better than practical.

Originally, it was made for Fang Rong, because Fang Rong's butt was always uncomfortable, when he sat on the chair, he couldn't change his posture at every turn, and he twisted his butt at every turn, Fang Hua saw it, secretly remembered it in his heart, ran to the next door to learn skills, made up an ugly and low rattan chair, shrunk in it all day, and Fang Rong didn't have time to sit.

He is in a hurry every day, worrying about eating and drinking, how can he be in the mood to sit?

Under normal circumstances, he walked around, Fang Hua calmly sat in the rattan chair, pressed on him when he was tired, and showed affection.

Fang Hua stood up, took off his apron, and tied it to Fang Rong, "I'll go to the toilet." ”

"Hmm." Fang Rong couldn't raise his interest, and couldn't think of a good way to think about it, so he simply sat in the chair and ate snacks.

That is, dried meat or something, he suddenly opened his mind while eating, and remembered that the wine did not sell well when he was eating in the past, and most of the vegetables sold quickly.

"Yes, you can sell vegetables!" How stupid.

He was originally a chef, and if he didn't play his profession, he would sell liquor, and there would be fewer people drinking liquor in modern times, let alone the orc world.

Fang Rong seemed to have suddenly opened his mind, he put the pot on the rack, all kinds of spices were ready, and there was still some meat in the space, which was basically eaten and refrigerated.

Because autumn has arrived, it can be saved for a while.

Fang Rong decided to make one or two dishes first, try them for everyone, and buy them after they are good.

Cooking is his forte, and before it was ready, many people were curious to see what medicine he bought in his gourd.

When he finished, a few people suddenly came over, all of them with unkind faces, blue noses and swollen eyes.

Fang Rong was taken aback, he thought that he had come to find fault, but Fang Hua was not there, didn't he want to suffer alone? Anyway, it's only right to pack up your things.

He had just moved the bottle when a hand suddenly pressed it, "I bought this bottle." ”

"This ......," Fang Rong was unsure, "Are you sure?" ”

"Hmm." The man covered his bruised eyes, and his tone was a little aggrieved, "How many catties of meat?" ”

"Even I love you is fifty pounds of meat." In fact, together with the bottle, it is fifty pounds of meat.

"Huh?" The male's eyes widened, "You...... You love me? ”

His old face was red, his ears twitched, and the tip of his tail trembled.

"yes, I love you." Fang Rong didn't know why, he looked at him suspiciously, did he have a problematic expression?

This time, even the male's neck turned red, and he couldn't speak for a long time, but his tail began to ripple, and he sneaked up on the makeshift plank, wrapping his bearded wrist.

Fang Rong's eyes widened, his face was incredible, I just came out to sell a wine, not my body.

He struggled for a while, the plank staggered, this plank was originally their bed board, because it was easy to set up, the bottom was built with a stake, Fang Hua was lazy, only four, and it usually took ten to be stable.

There was still wine on the board, and Fang Rong didn't dare to struggle, for fear of messing up the wine, so he was a little restrained.

But his ability is telekinesis, and it's silent, so it's not a problem to trick some of the males.

The corners of Fang Rong's mouth hooked up a smile, and he was about to use his ability, when a thin piece of ice suddenly shot in, the edge was sharp and transparent, flashing cold light in the sun, and flying with a whoosh.

The male instinctively dodged as he was wary, and the thin ice brushed his tail and pinned it to the sign next to him.

In order to attract business, it is natural to have a signboard, and Fang Rong's signboard is very simple, so he painted a large jar, which is fragrant and colorful.

The male took a sharp step back, turned into his form, and looked warily at where the ice had come from.

Fang Hua squeezed through the crowd and stood out, I don't know why, as soon as those males saw him, there was actually a trace of fear in their eyes.

The male in the middle of one of the lala, who had almost broken his tail, threw a cloth bag from his back and left with the vat's bottle.

The cloth bag was dead and heavy, Fang Rong worked hard to catch it, and almost fell, and when he opened it, he saw that it was actually meat, and he looked like he was carrying fifty or sixty pounds.

Earn big!

Generally speaking, those who do business will open a high price, and then bargain if they are not satisfied, so Fang Rong's price is high, and he is actually waiting to bargain with others, but he didn't expect to have to bargain, not to mention, but also sent more than ten catties of meat.

He's very satisfied, but the customer doesn't seem to be very happy, so he shouldn't be a repeat customer, right?

"It's open?" Fang Hua walked around the plank and walked to the back, "What else is so fragrant?" ”

Fang Rong pretended to put the meat under the wooden board, but actually put it into the space and continued to stir-fry, "I don't think there's much business in selling wine, so I made a few dishes." ”

He used the most common rabbit meat, as well as some beef and mutton, made a few home-cooked stir-fries, and a sausage, because the taste was so fragrant, people came over from time to time to ask.

Fang Hua took the initiative to take over the work of hospitality and bargained with the guests.

"Three catties of meat in a bowl."

The word "bowl" was quite unusual, Fang Rong thought he was talking about one, and couldn't help but kick him, "Why are you selling it so expensive?" ”

(； "I'll sell it, Fang Rong will go home and rest." ”

Fang Rong was furious, "You still think I'm in the way?" ”

"No, no." Fang Hua coaxed him, "Fang Rong is too tired, rest and rest." ”

"I'll just sit here and rest." Fang Rong glared at him.

"Let's sleep for a while." Fang Hua brought a chair and hugged an animal skin blanket, both sides of which were furry kinds.

Fang Rong waved his hand away, "I don't sleep." ”

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, Fang Hua had something to hide from him.

But he didn't know what it was.

"That's right." Fang Hua seemed to think of something, "Bazaar asked you to study medicine with him, are you going?" ”

Studying medicine?

Bazaar rarely took the initiative to call him, and it seemed a pity not to go.

Forget it, let this guy go.

Fang Rong packed up, got up to find the bazaar, and glared at Fang Hua before leaving, "Sell it well, don't go wrong, I want to see the meat at night." ”

"Uh-huh." Fang Hua nodded and watched him leave.

The bazaar was in the place where the tribe was temporarily stationed, not far from here, and Fang Rong could easily find it.

He can basically communicate normally now, and he can understand what others say, although he can't write yet, but it doesn't prevent him from studying medicine.

Bazaar's eyes lit up when he saw him, "It just so happens that today is quite busy, and there are not enough people." ”

Fang Rong smiled softly, "Didn't I come?" What do you want me to do? ”

Baza pointed to the corner, "There is still one less grinding medicine, you go and grind the medicine." ”

"Hmm." Fang Rong nodded.

He is very good at grinding medicine, he is technical, and he can also use it wholeheartedly, but when there is no one, there are still a few students here, and Fang Rong doesn't want to expose his abilities.

He was halfway through grinding and found that there was no bowl, and it happened that Bazaar was standing where there was a bowl, so he simply called him, "Bazaar, help me get one to sleep with me, I miss you." ”

"Huh?" Bazaar looked at him with a strange face, he has been teased by Fang Rong a lot recently, what do I like you, I really love you, can I touch you? Such frivolous words come out one after another, and they come again today.

Bazaar looked him up and down, although Fang Rongchang was indeed good, his wheat-colored skin was healthy and beautiful, and his facial features were also upright and handsome, but he was a female.

"Fang Rong." Bazaar decided to make it clear to him, "Although I do like you, but you are a female, we can't be together, no one will agree." ”

There are already few females, how can it be possible to let them digest internally.

Fang Rong was confused, I'll let you take a bowl, what do you mean by a big lump?

He pointed to the bowl, "Well, get it for me." ”

Bazaar's eyes widened, looked at him and then at the bowl, sighed helplessly, and handed him the bowl.

Fang Rong took it and took a look, "Let's sleep with me, I miss you and do it beautifully." ”

He was originally adjusting the atmosphere, but he always felt that Bazaar's eyes were wrong, as if he was being tricked.

"You don't look good." Fang Rong shook the bowl, "Let's sleep with me this one, is there anything special about missing you?" ”

He thought that this bowl meant something very to the bazaar.

Bazaar looked at him suspiciously, let's sleep with me one by one, miss you, and then shake the bowl What does it mean?

He pointed to the bowl, "Oeμkπζθe." "Bowls.

“oeμkπζθe？” What do you mean? You can't talk about the pattern on the bowl, right?

“λeμiθeπkoeμkπζθe，θeπeθkkkk。” This one is called a bowl, not that I like you.

“λeμiθeπkoeμkπζθe，θeπeθkkkk？” λeμiθeπk is the meaning of this name, what is oeμkπζθe?

Don't call the bowl called oeμkπζθe?

Fang Rong was taken aback, he pointed to the grass shed above his head, "Does this make me love you so much?" ”

Bazaar looked at him without tears, "This is called a grass shed." ”

"What about this?" Fang Rong pointed to the ground, he remembered that this was called to roll a sheet.

"This is the ground." Bazaar stamped his feet, "λiμiokμek." ”

“λiμiokμek？” Fang Rong was completely confused.

I finally understood that something was wrong there, it turned out that Fang Hua, a little bastard, actually hid so much from him!

Bad beating!

Humiliated him for so many days!

Fang Rong was angry, but he couldn't calm down, so he went out with a knife on the spot.

Bazaar was not at ease, and followed him to persuade him vigorously, don't be impulsive, your body will be bad if you are angry, and you will have wrinkles and so on.

Fang Rong shook his head, "I'm not impulsive, I'm not a human when I'm impulsive!" ”

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