The southwestern border of the Fengxi Empire, once a place that was so poor that the Lishan Empire did not want to touch it, even the mountains. Eighteen years later, Vientiane was renewed, the mountains were full of terraced fields, and there was more than enough wealth, and it probably became the most comfortable territory in the Fengxi Empire.

In the blacksmith shop at the foot of the mountain, the sound of bellows and banging is endless. The old man sat on the stone bench and pulled the bellows hard. The shirtless young man was striking the red-hot iron lump with a hammer.

"Sheep, sheep, sheep, we have been thinking for a long time, and we feel that there is a rich business waiting for us!"

The person who came was a fat man about the same age as a young man. Swaying his body, he finally moved to the blacksmith shop, and he didn't dislike or be polite, and picked up the teapot on the desk at the door and poured it. The fat man who had eased up sat next to the old man who was pulling the bellows, and the pile of meat was swaying for a long time before it was stable.

"Dad, you rest, let's pull two!" The fat man with a smile drove the old man to get up, moved the stone bench under the old man's buttocks, and put them together, only then did he feel that his buttocks were a lot more comfortable.

The old man resting against the desk at the door drank two sips of tea, looked at the fat man who was pulling hard, and quipped: "Meat, our bellows don't look so nourishing, over the years, why have you been getting fatter and fatter!"

A few fat men who were already sweating back and forth smiled and slapped their whiskers and said, "Dad, the kung fu of our bellows is amazing! Today, my nephew will tell you about it!"

The old man holding the tea bowl did not squeak, smiled innocently, revealing the front tooth that was already missing.

"Our bellows, how many hoes, sickles, and ploughs have been forged for Lianshan. If there were no such farm tools that could make you stronger, where would you get this mountain of terraced fields, where would you get this fragrant rice, and where would you have this strong body!"

The fat man straightened his chest, and the pile of flesh on his chest rippled like a stone thrown into the lake water calmly.

The old man listened to the fat man's words, gave a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "It's really Jia Jiaerlang!"

"Meat, work harder, the fire is weak!" called Jiao Yang'er.

"Come on!" the fat man smiled, pulling hard.

When the sun was scorching, the beating stopped, and so did the bellows. Jiao Yang'er unbuttoned the cowhide apron on his body and shouted, "Meat, go wash it!"

The tired and paralyzed fat man was reluctant to move, and was directly dragged to the yard by Jiao Yang'er and thrown to the well. A basin of well water splashed down, and the fat man shook his head and shouted, "Cool!"

Jiao Yang'er, who was washing, turned his head to look at the fat man and asked, "Rou'er, what did you just say?"

The fat man put on a look that the silver had already entered his pocket, and said confidently: "Trading, rich trading!"

Jiao Yang'er replied with four words in a bland manner, "Wishing you prosperity!"

The fat man was surprised, and said suspiciously: "Money fan, why did you change sex today, and you don't want to get rich?"

Jiao Yang'er entered the play, put a towel on her shoulder, and asked, "Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?"

"Jia Fuguier in Xialian Mountain!" the fat man answered with his hand.

"Well, since it's your deal, I can only congratulate you!"

The fat man who understood that he picked up a bucket of well water next to him and splashed it, and Jiao Yang'er was not to be outdone, and staged a water war.

"Sheep, meat, let's eat!" the leaky cry sounded in the pergola outside the desk.

"Daddy's called for dinner, let's go!" the two of them walked out with their shoulders hooked.

Jia Fugui looked at the bowl of meat on the square table, and shouted at Jiao Yang'er: "Yang'er, what do you mean?"

"Vegetarian, scratch this fat!" Jiao Yang'er put a bowl of vegetarian food in front of Jia Fugui.

Jia Fugui didn't gobble it up, and looked at the plate of vegetarian food in front of him, with no interest.

"Meat, what kind of business?" said the charred sheep with a mouth full of wild boar, slurred.

Jia Fugui put down the dishes and chopsticks, cleared his throat, and said, "Farm tools!"

"What?" Jiao Yang'er put down the rice bowl in his hand and probed Jia Fugui's forehead with one hand.

"It's cool!"

Jia Fugui flicked away Jiao Yang'er's hand and said seriously: "It's farm tools, our farm tools!"

"Our mother, it's a matter of killing a guy with dozens of dollars, it's really a rich business!" The old man teased, patted Jia Fugui's shoulder, stood up with it, and said, "Eat, let's go and carry the altar wine!"

Jiao Yang'er looked at Jia Fugui cluelessly, waiting for the following. Jia Fugui buried his head in the middle of the square table, and after answering questions with flying eyebrows, Jiao Yang'er gave a thumbs up and exclaimed: "It doesn't seem to be all fat!"

"You agreed?"

"Limited quantities!"

Jia Fugui jumped over the square table, threw Jiao Yang'er to the ground, and kissed him fiercely!

The old man carrying the wine jar looked at the two people who were entangled, and exclaimed, "Our mother, why did you do it?"

"No, no!" the two men on the ground said in unison, embarrassed.

"Buying and selling?"

"It's done!" Jia Fugui turned over excitedly and jumped up.

The old man seemed to be stunned worriedly. The relieved old man shook the wine jar in his hand and said, "Come, accompany us to drink two sips, and it will also be regarded as a celebration for the two of you!"

For a long time, the two descendants have been drunk on the square table, talking about some dreams after making a fortune. The red-faced old man sat at the square table, looking at the two descendants, a little stupid!

Three hundred miles away from Lianshan, the southwest border trade hub, and the intersection of the Lishan Empire and the Xijin Empire, Qingshan Town. There is a farm tool store that has opened, and the price is outrageous, and onlookers are full of bad words.

"Dead fatty, it's better to rob!"

"No brains, it's all fat!"

"Lard stuff!"

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In this way, three days have passed, and a farm tool shop has become a joke after tea and dinner in Qingshan Town. The main owner, Jia Fugui, listened to the news of the old housekeeper's announcement, but sat at the counter with satisfaction and tasted tea.

Ploughed all over the world, cut down all the grains and six livestock. There is a farm implement.

"Something interesting!" the rich boy in the white brocade robe looked at the door hanging outside the farm tool store, folded the folding fan, and walked into the store, followed by an old slave.

Seeing the rich boy enter the farm tool shop, the door of the farm tool store that had been deserted for a few days became lively again, and the onlookers gathered more and more.

"Shopkeeper, what is so special about your farming?"

"Childe is auspicious!" Jia Fugui looked at the rich boy who had already sat down, thinking that the show was about to begin, and put a bowl of tea on the tea table beside the rich son, and flattered: "Childe must be a person who knows goods." The farm tools in our shop won't stain my son's eyes!"

Jia Fugui bypassed the counter, took a firewood knife from the shelf, and handed it to the rich boy with both hands.

"Childe, take a look!"

"Uncle Cao!" The rich boy didn't move, and called the old slave who followed.

The old slave took a step forward, and the firewood knife was in his hands, and his face flashed with surprise, and he immediately threw it casually. A streamer of light went straight through the stone lion on the door, submerged into the ground, and disappeared. A jaw-dropping scene appeared, the upper part of the stone lion on the door pillow slipped silently to the ground, and the cross-section was recognizable.

"It's a pity!" said the old slave with a sigh of relief.

As soon as these words came out, Jia Fugui was a little anxious, looked at the old housekeeper leaning on the shelf, and muttered in his heart, the plot shouldn't be like this! The situation is stronger than people, Jia Fugui stepped out of the door, touched the remaining half of the stone lion, and asked: "Old man, why is it a pity, look, how bright this bluestone surface is!"

"It's a pity to be a farm tool;

The old slave's explanation can be described as earth-shattering, and it supported Jia Fugui enough. How did Jia Fugui know how valuable a high-grade weapon was, but when he saw the people who were about to move outside the door, the hanging boulder in his heart fell down.

Jia Fugui swept the crowd of onlookers with disdain, turned his head to the rich son, and said, "Son, are our farm tools worth the price?"

The rich boy got up and came to the door of the store, patted Jia Fugui's shoulder, showed a kind smile, dropped the word "value", and left.

Before Jia Fugui had time to rejoice, everyone outside the door rushed into the store, and the stock was out of stock in a moment. Jia Fugui, who was counting the silver, caught a glimpse of a down-and-out scholar squatting at the door, pondering the firewood knife he had just dug out. Jia Fugui rushed to the door, snatched the firewood knife from the hands of the down-and-out scholar, and said nervously: "Sir, thank you!

The down-and-out scholar straightened up and looked at Jia Fugui's profiteer, but he was not annoyed, but smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, can you listen to the next words?"

Jia Fugui didn't move, so it was allowed.

"Weapons are divided into six grades, defective products, lower grades, middle grades, upper grades, holy products, and divine products. Shopkeeper, can you know the value of the top grade?"

Jia Fugui looked dazed and shook his head again and again.

"In the world, those who hold the top grades are all powerful and noble, how can it be an object for a few taels of silver?" the down-and-out scholar looked at the price sign hanging on the door.

Jia Fugui's heart was dripping blood, and his steps were difficult to move, so he sat on the steps.

The down-and-out scholar sat next to Jia Fugui and discussed, "Shopkeeper, can you enjoy some food?"

Jia Fugui was in a trance, and took out two lotus leaf rice balls from his arms.

The down-and-out scholar who was eating lotus leaf rice balls sighed: "Shopkeeper, you should think carefully." That boy just now is definitely not a good type, maybe he can do that murderous thing for money!"