The next day, Zhao Hong didn't go to the river to fish, because he really couldn't figure out whether he went to the river to fish or was fished? Zhao Hong decided to take good care of his one-third of an acre of land first. Zhao Hong, who was carrying a hoe, walked out of Xizhai Gate and hummed "Dongfang Hong" while thinking.

The seeds planted before the war have already borne heavy ears. Although it is not yet ripe, the densely planted corn has turned into an emerald green color, as if water flows out with a pinch of your fingertips. Seeing the crops that are growing well, Zhao Hong is still very happy in his heart, because this means that the upcoming harvest is a bumper harvest.

The three-foot-long stem of the corn was bent over by the fluffy, heavy ears of grain. In Zhao Hong's previous life, the widespread cultivation of barren-tolerant, high-yielding crops from the New World made it difficult to see corn, a crop with a long history. In his previous life, Zhao Hong, who mainly received quality education on weekdays, carefully observed the corn this time.

"It's really like a dog's tail grass." Zhao Hong muttered to himself. In addition to the height and length of the ears of grain, which are very common on the roadside, the dog's tail grass is far less than that of millet, and it is like a concrete and micro corn in terms of finishing. Being able to breed varieties that are not originally available in nature makes it more satisfying to meet their own needs, looking at the crops called "millet" in later generations, Zhao Hong can't help but admire the wisdom of the ancient working people.

After admiring the long-standing wisdom of the working people, Zhao Hong began today's labor. People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and Zhao Hong, who is particularly in good spirits, struggles to wield a hoe to remove weeds one by one. Zhao Hong, who was sweating like rain, was busy working until the afternoon, and then finished work early and returned to the village.

Due to the rapid warming of the relationship with Qin Mi, Zhao Hong, who was thinking about the long term, felt that it was time to prepare for his own split. Zhao Hong felt that it would definitely be inappropriate for him to always go to Wang Laohan's house for dinner, especially if he had a wife in the future. Zhao Hong felt that if he took the second lady of the Qin family to Wang Laohan's house to eat, he would probably be scolded to death by the current pavilion chief and future father-in-law.

Out of this consideration, Zhao Hong planned to go to Cao Peng to order a few iron pots. The goods of this era were still very underdeveloped, and due to the lack of middlemen, such as iron tools, mainly needed to be ordered. There was no hope for mass production at this time, because if a large number of products were produced and no one wanted them, it would mean that they would all be smashed into their own hands, which was enough to bring the primitive craftsmen to the brink of bankruptcy.

After returning the borrowed farm tools to Wang Laohan, Zhao Hong walked along the streets of the village to Cao Peng's blacksmith shop.

Before entering the blacksmith shop, Zhao Hong felt a wave of heat coming. The beginning of autumn began in the middle of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and the weather was not the hottest time, but when he arrived at the door of the blacksmith shop, Zhao Hong felt as if he was in a volcanic crater.

"Why don't I come to the blacksmith on dog days? It's just the beginning of autumn and I'm busy running, and I'm really looking for my own guilt. Zhao Hong muttered to himself, and then walked into the blacksmith shop.

When I entered the blacksmith's shop, I found that it was more sauna than the Turkish sauna of later generations. Zhao Hong raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wide cuffs, which was the only way to glance around the blacksmith shop. I saw a strange strong man shirtless wielding a heavy hammer. With the sound of "pop" and "pop", the hammer that fell heavily from the height smashed a piece of freshly baked red iron ingot into all directions.

"This brother, may I ask if Cao Peng is there?"

The strong man who showed the muscles of his upper body was stunned when he heard this, stopped the hammer in his hand, and saw Zhao Hong as soon as he looked up.

"You said my brother, his backyard is practicing martial arts." The strong man smiled at Zhao Hong, and then added.

"Since the last time the robbers attacked, he practiced his sword skills whenever he had time."

"It turned out to be Cao Peng's brother, disrespectful and disrespectful." Zhao Hong hurriedly gathered his hands in front of his chest and gave a fist salute.

"It's not strange if you don't know, don't you give birth to it twice and cook it twice. It's okay. The strong man then continued to work hard. The sound of "pop" and "pop" sounded again.

Zhao Hong, who crossed the low threshold, entered the backyard of the Cao family, and saw Cao Peng dancing with a sword, chopping, chopping, stabbing, and picking, completely enveloping himself in a knife light.

"Good, good!" Zhao Hong immediately applauded, "Brother Cao's sword technique is really good!" ”

Hearing Shi Chang's voice, Cao Peng quickly put away his knife and stood. Sweat from his head continued to drip down his cheeks onto the ground in the yard soil, forming a small patch of mud. The shirtless Cao Peng is like the terminator in later movies.

"Brother Hong, my clumsy knife technique is not ugly in front of you." Cao Peng said with a smile, and at the same time took off a piece of cloth from the shelf on the side and began to wipe the sweat on his body. "Last time, I fought with the enemy's sword and shield men for a long time without cutting him down, and you killed several enemies in a few clicks."

"I'm not arguing with you about this today." Zhao Hong approached Cao Peng as he spoke. "I want to make an iron pot, a shovel and a hoe. How much text does this take? ”

"We are brothers in a team, what price to talk about!" Cao Peng behaved very heroically, and then said, "Talking about money hurts feelings!" ”

But if he thinks so in his heart, Zhao Hong doesn't know. Zhao Hong didn't dare to take this kind of scene seriously. Otherwise, it's not a joke to be hated by others.

Iron tools in this era were relatively expensive, and salt and iron belonged to the government monopoly. Although the supervision in the Eastern Han Dynasty was not as strict as that in the Western Han Dynasty, the price was still expensive.

It is not easy to bargain without money, which makes Zhao Hong, who originally planned to bargain, seem to have punched him empty. Zhao Hong estimated a reasonable price in his heart, and then said his offer, "Then I'll give you 700 Wen, okay?" ”

"Look at it, you can say as much as you want." Cao Peng showed a very helpless expression on his face, and his hands were spread to the left and right.

"I'll come and pick up something in two days. This is a deposit of three hundred Wen," Zhao Hong said and handed the copper coin to Cao Peng, looking at Cao Peng, the copper coin was put aside, and it seemed that he had something to say. Zhao Hong spoke first before he could move his mouth.

"I've always felt that Brother Cao is an ambitious person!" Zhao Hong began to pour ecstasy soup into Cao Peng, "This can be seen from Brother Cao's continuous martial arts. But I don't know what Brother Cao's ideal is? ”

Seeing Zhao Hong, he smiled at himself. On weekdays, Cao Peng, who had already run far away before he opened his mouth, was overjoyed. After holding back for many days, he could be regarded as meeting the audience, so as soon as the conversation box was opened, he began to talk endlessly:

"When I was a child, I followed my father to strike iron like my brother. Striking iron is a hard work, so the body is exceptionally strong. After that, Cao Peng clenched his fist with his backhand and raised his biceps on his shoulder, as if showing off his muscles.

"Brother Cao, your bravery is obvious to all. Who doesn't know in the Baoji Village! Seeing this, Zhao Hong hurriedly interjected, which was just right to stop the display of the bodybuilding little prince.

Hearing that the "combat hero" could praise himself, Cao Peng couldn't find the north in a beautiful way.

"My favorite thing is to dance with guns and sticks, and I have long hoped that one day I can be like the ancestors of the wolf Juxu, riding a thousand and urging the formation to break through. Ay... Cao Peng let out a long sigh, and his shift downwards looked very regretful.

"Now it seems that I can only be a blacksmith in the stockade for the rest of my life."

Who said that among the Three Kingdoms, there are only famous generals such as Lu Bu, Guan, Zhang, and Zhao. Zhao Hong felt that even an ordinary blacksmith in Baoji Village had no lower ambitions than them. Even if Cao Peng is not as good as them in terms of ability, at least he will definitely not lose to them in terms of spiritual energy. It seems that there is never a shortage of talents, and there are still a lot of them, Zhao Hong couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't suffer from Maxima, suffer from Bole!"

It is a pity that the vast majority of talents in each era are like the grass and trees that accompany the spring and autumn prosperity, and they are unknown all their lives.

Let's take the Ming Taizu that Zhao Hong saw in his previous life, his heroes and generals are mainly his fellow villagers in ten miles and eight villages. It is the Eastern Han Dynasty in front of you, the so-called twenty-eight stars of the founding of the country, and the vast majority of them are also Nanyang fellow villagers of Emperor Guangwu. In this situation, according to Dong Zhongshu's statement of "the unity of heaven and man", Wenqu Xing and Wu Qu Xing both rushed to reincarnate in several villages near the True Dragon Son of Heaven. Subsequently, these peerless Wenchen fierce generals all rallied around the core of the True Dragon Son of Heaven to help him achieve great causes, which was the gospel given by God to the True Dragon Son of Heaven.

But Zhao Hong, an atheist, felt that this was not so much that Xu Da, Tang He and others had strong military command ability, but that they were fellow villagers of Lao Zhu, which made Zhu feel more at ease. Another reason Zhao Hong thinks is that the emperor's fellow countrymen, as the first batch of entrepreneurs to follow the chairman, naturally hold a large number of original shares. Therefore, as the original shareholders, they are able to hold key positions in various key departments of the company.

"There is wisdom among the hundreds, and there is nourishment among the ten thousand." While pacing back and forth, Zhao Hong remembered the mantra he had made up in his previous life. Just as grass does not grow on the concrete floor of later generations, the so-called great men who pushed history forward are in fact nothing more than seeds that have fallen into the fertile soil by chance. The earth will turn the same way without anyone, there is no Zedong and Xiaoping, and there is no Xiaoping and there is no Ze-Min. Who among them is worse than the other. In fact, what about the millions of seeds that happen to fall into the soil to sprout?

"Brother Cao, one day I will definitely let you do what you want!" Zhao Hong, who had a serious expression on his face, made a heavy promise.