Dozens of feet were repeated, and the team was divided.

The government couldn't accommodate so many idlers, and the housekeeper Lao Mo happened to take Ce Yingjun's family scroll to the designated post house to settle down, and of course, more importantly, to send Mrs. Ying and others to the new home of the governor of Xiazhou.

According to He Chunhua's prior arrangement, He Yue went to the government with him, while He Lingchuan accompanied Mrs. Ying to go.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mrs. Ying's mother and son finally arrived at the family's new residence.

It is fifteen zhang away from the back of the government office, which is convenient for the chief manager to go to work nearby. The mansions of other officials are around Qibu, and the Dunyu County Commander also lives nearby, and there are two or three rows of official houses directly behind.

He Lingchuan accompanied his mother and walked around inside and out. The people began to carry their luggage, organize their housekeeping, and sweep the courtyard, and the originally empty residence immediately became popular.

The house had already been prepared by the state government, and it was quite clean, and a few servants were arranged to clean it regularly. As soon as the butler Lao Mo arrived, he gave these servants a rich reward, and then sent them away.

The housewife is only willing to use the manpower brought by her hometown, and of course she will slowly accept people later.

For Mrs. Ying, who was looking forward to the journey, this official mansion disappointed her: not to mention the Li family, even the silk merchant Hu Mansion that she passed by before was twice as large as the mansion of the chief manager. The furniture in it is relatively old, and I don't know how many hands it is; Although the wall skin and roof tiles have just been repaired, the wind and rain corridor is still damaged, the bluestone in the yard is sinking or collapsing, and even the plants are showing their teeth and claws, and they are too presumptuous.

Mrs. Ying was sharp-eyed and even found a few cavities in the table legs of the living room.

It's far below her expectations, and it's not as comfortable as the old house in Blackwater City.

He Lingchuan saw that her face was getting darker and darker, and hurriedly comforted, "Old lady, don't be angry. This place is too broken, what should be thrown, what should be repaired, what should be changed, what should be bought, Dad can't say anything, aren't you just showing your skills? Do we lack this money?"

Their house in Blackwater City was also opened up by Mrs. Ying little by little.

Probably women are born with a love for decoration, Mrs. Ying thinks that after her husband comes back, she can complain to him, and in the next few months, she can repair the house and tidy it up as she wants, and her mood is slowly improving.

"Who do you say is old? Why isn't our family short of money, your father has just arrived in Xiazhou, and the expenses for entertainment are large, but the income of the new official is less, can you save it or save it...... Well, you see that the ground of this garden has collapsed anyway, so why don't you dig a deep cellar and freeze some melons, fruits and drinks in the summer!"

The water cellar is a pond, but it is very deep, and the water depth is at least one zhang or more. No matter how hot it is in summer, the sun can't shine through the bottom, so the bottom of the cellar is still cold and cold, just right for refrigerated food. In addition, it can store water and is used as a fire hydrant.

Mrs. Ying said that her husband's money was less after he was promoted, which is also true. He Chunhua is an out-and-out king of the land in Qiansong County, who is on the table and cannot see the light, and has a variety of inputs. Otherwise, just the eldest son's usual spending money is like running water, where can the county guard afford that little salary?

As for the promotion to the head of Xiazhou, it is difficult to reach out when you first arrive. A veteran like He Chunhua will definitely figure out the various local doorways first.

As far as He Chunhua is concerned, not only is he not a corrupt official in the Great Kite Dynasty, but he is a capable representative of the pragmatic faction. At least he didn't dig three feet into the ground and suck the blood marrow of the common people. Mrs. Ying is still very proud of this.

She was not bad to her eldest son this time, and before her husband came back, she first sent He Lingchuan a courtyard to the east.

The two brothers' residences are about the same size, which is also a little selfish of her own.

Mrs. Ying went to be busy, He Lingchuan walked into his own territory and saw that the courtyard was smaller than the residence in Blackwater City, but it was enough to practice martial arts, and a row of peach trees by the wall had grown into old piles, and there would be peaches to eat without leaving home next summer.

There is a big jujube tree in the courtyard, and only bald branches are left in winter. He Lingchuan pondered, and in a few days, he would build a small tree house on top of it and administer the medicine to Ape Lingguang.

The rock wolf also followed, sniffing left and right, and couldn't get rid of the habit of dogs. He Lingchuan kindly asked, "Lu Xin, I'll also build you a small wooden room in the courtyard?"

"Okay......" Lu Xin was about to agree, but immediately felt that something was wrong, "Not good! Do you want me to sleep in a kennel when I am a dog?"

Isn't a wooden hut a kennel?

Facing its low roar, He Lingchuan shrugged his shoulders: "Then you sleep in the rest hall, squat in the pit and go to the thatched building, and you are not allowed to be in the courtyard!" Also, don't pee at the base of the wall!"

Lu Xin grinded his teeth, this was too embarrassing for the wolf.

The house is fully equipped, but according to Mrs. Ying's temper, it is all to be thrown and changed.

The housekeeper Lao Mo had already sent someone to bring a charcoal basin, hot water and a tea tray.

As soon as He Lingchuan made himself a cup of hot tea, the courtyard door rang.

"It's me, host."

Listening to the voice, you know that it is Li Fubo.

"The door is not closed, enter by yourself."

Li Fubo entered the room, and He Lingchuan smiled and said, "Didn't you go to the mansion to see the excitement?" He really wanted to go.

"Nope. The lord has already gone, and he told me to come and do something for you first."

"Errand?" He Lingchuan didn't react for a while.

"Grow a knife."

He Lingchuan patted his head: "Even Songyang Hou is more interested than me!"

This proprietor does have a big heart. "The sword must be left to rest for half a month, and it must not be moved during this period. Isn't it convenient here?"

"That's it." He Lingchuan rubbed his hands, unable to hide his excitement, "Come, let me see the knife cultivation method of Songyang Mansion."

Li Fubo took out something first and handed it to him: "This one has been repaired, please hand it over to Ling Zun."

He Lingchuan saw that it was the walnut boat, officially called the mustard boat, which was damaged by the ghost ape he used to throw Dong Rui last time.

"Repaired so quickly? It's really worthy of Master Li!" Praise doesn't cost money, he can come with his mouth open.

Li Fubo smiled: "This is our lord's own hand."

He Lingchuan let out a long "oh" sound, "I will definitely tell you."

He thought to himself, the old lady will definitely be on fire.

Li Fubo took out a copper furnace from the storage ring, threw it on the ground, and whispered two tricks.

The palm-sized copper furnace became more than one person high.

For the technology of Songyang Mansion, He Lingchuan is no longer surprised.

"The owner took a few steps back."

He Lingchuan retreated as he said, Li Fubo patted the furnace body, and the lid folded open in all directions, and then a hot air of Jinba came to his face. He Lingchuan was still a foot away from the stove, and he felt that the heat wave was rolling. In such a spacious room, the temperature has risen by at least five degrees.

You must know that this is still the effect of Li Fubo's efforts to control the temperature of the furnace, otherwise the real fire will sweep up, and the wooden bed and counter will be ignited instantly.

The lid folds open, and the furnace body becomes a platform for easy operation by the craftsman.

He Lingchuan saw the piece of gold clay at first sight.

At this time, its color changed from red gold to black with dark gold, and there was a little green and a little goose yellow in some corners, like a charcoal pile in the countryside, and it was also patronized by cats, dogs and geese...... It's not at all as pretty.

But as soon as Li Fubo controlled the firepower, the most intuitive change was that its volume more than doubled, and although it remained in a solid state, one or two lava bubbles appeared on the surface from time to time, and the dark red liquid inside flowed slowly, and even revealed red light from the cracks in the mud shell.

To put it simply, it's like a piece of lava that burns internally.

He Lingchuan humbly asked, "How to operate? Where's the money?"

"The rium gold has melted into the gold clay, and there are seven raw materials." Li Fubo said seriously, "Two of them were specially explained by the lord. As for the specific formula, please forgive me for not being able to say it explicitly."

"The gold has melted?" He Lingchuan said curiously, "I thought that the essence of gold was the strongest in the world, and it couldn't be melted without melting for ten days and a half and then borrowing the sky to thunder."

"Real gold is not afraid of fire." Li Fubo smiled slightly, "Unless there is a catalyst."

Then he took out two fist-sized pieces of gold and handed them to He Lingchuan: "This is the leftover material, please put it away."

Don't look at the remaining two so-called leftovers, which are also several times more expensive than the same volume of gold.

He Lingchuan took it and picked it up.

From here, it can be seen that Li Fubo has a big heart, and he didn't ask He Lingchuan to witness it before smelting the gold. He Dagongzi did say that it would be good for him to control the whole process, but he didn't see the molten gold in person, who knows if Li Fubo took oil from it and filled his pockets?

After all, the rheumium gold that He Lingchuan bought was so big, and he took it to smelt, and no one knew about stealing one or two pieces.

"As you already know, I started to smelt the gold from Ruxian, and I didn't stop simmering it in the middle of the road, and it took a lot of work to bring it to the carriage." Li Fubo pointed to the internal combustion of gold clay and said, "Gold is the most important material for the knife, and it must be completely integrated into the medium of gold clay in order to be absorbed by the treasure knife. Now that it's down in temperature, you can plant it."

"How?"

Next, He Lingchuan took off the hand on the handle and cleaned the surface of the handle with the liquid handed by Li Fubo.

I don't know what it was, but when it was poured on it, it sneered, green smoke rose, and the handle of the knife was eroded with holes, like a beehive.

He Lingchuan was distressed, but Li Fubo said, "Bloodletting, smear the handle of the knife."

This step is called feeding the knife, and it must be done with the blood of the owner.

It's not easy to take blood from the heart, He Lingchuan took a knife and pierced the ring finger, and the blood dripped on the handle of the knife and poured into the small hole.

"Spread evenly."

He Lingchuan did the same, but soon found that the handle of the knife was like a sponge, and it actually sucked the blood clean.

That kind of speed can only be described as hungry and thirsty.

He simply made a big cut on his arm and bleed.

The broken knife was also unceremonious, drinking as much as he wanted, and didn't mind squeezing him dry at all.

Li Fubo also couldn't take his eyes off it.

He Lingchuan fed for a long time, his heart was furious, and he couldn't help but say, "Hey, is this normal?"

"It's not normal." Li Fubo's answer made He Lingchuan's heart skip a beat, "The other treasure knives I have planted use only 20% of its blood at most. But it's all here, so you'd better be content with it."

Such a bloodthirsty, or a treasure knife that is bloodthirsty for the master's blood, he has seen it for the first time.

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