The extravagant and wasteful habits of the bastards of the plundering group are all used to by Captain Cao. As long as the brothers have needs, Captain Cao has never known how to refuse, or he will never say "no" to his own people. It's the same on Old Man Ao, Old Man Ao said that he wanted to use wine to water the flowers, and Captain Cao would not frown.

This kind of local tyrant behavior stems from the fact that more and more people in the Development Alliance have joined Cao's tobacco and liquor workshop, and after obtaining the brewing skills of Cao's head of the alliance, these citizens of the alliance who have no production capacity but are highly motivated are immersed in hard brewing almost every day. When the sun rises, they have already begun to brew, and when the moon rises in the sky, they are still brewing day and night. Inside the huge mud snail secluded field, there is now a drunken smell of sake lees everywhere.

This kind of large-scale production of the whole people is a drop in the bucket, there are the trade routes of the Beamon Empire there, and the various raw materials for brewing are also endless, and they have nothing to do. However, what made Cao Tuan Chang distressed was that his tobacco and alcohol business in the exile domain had not yet had time to spread, and if it was shipped back to China, Cao Tuan Chang felt that a large amount of alcohol would cause deflation, and his own products would drop sharply, which was not in line with the principle of a businessman's mercenary.

The final result of these current situations is that the dozen or so large wine cellars dug up by the rat people in the mud snail are about to burst. Even if the head of the Cao regiment lists the dates in batches and uses the idea of cellaring and aging to create a characteristic brand, he is about to be too busy. Some time ago, Head Cao had to stop this excessive production of liquor and gave the migrant workers of the liquor workshop super treatment of paid leave. Raw materials also cost money, and such endless production is equivalent to taking money as urine, which is not in line with sustainable development.

To put it bluntly, the old man is to let the head of the Cao regiment go to his liking, which is the simplest and most effective means of communication. Comparing the two, this is the reality of "Zhumen wine and meat stink." There are frozen bones on the road". These things that were wasted by the looting group, if they were to be used to buy these flaming dwarves, it would be a match made in heaven like adulterers and adulteresses.

It's no exaggeration to say that if the flaming dwarven tribe passed by outside the mud snail secluded, the pervasive smell of sake lees would be enough for them to confess the lives of their entire tribe to the spears and halberds of the raiding group.

It is because of these funny status quo that Old Man Ao turned this flame dwarf tribe out of the dusty memory, didn't they make a special trip to save it for Captain Cao?

"How about it? Do it or not, you should give me a letter!" Seeing the stunned look on Captain Cao's face, Old Man Ao slapped the table again.

"Do it...... Why don't you do it!?" Captain Cao suddenly smiled, he also understood that this was no different from giving it away for nothing. Instead of letting these bastards of Barkley develop a lot of bad habits. Using these inventories that haven't made any money to do something practical is simply solving a big trouble for Head Cao......

"One day, I'm going to give this damn mother-in-law a lay-off!" Rajan Rondo scolded and dragged a rocking chair out of the village, and the five-year-old yellow-faced woman in the house scolded him again for some reason.

The dwarves are not like the notorious hyenas in the Exiled Realm, and they do not have a tradition of strict wives, but the yellow-faced woman in the Lang family was a first-class strong man in the tribe when she was young, and even Rondo, who is recognized as the number one warrior in the tribe, can only eat her wrists.

Therefore, the root cause of the disharmony in the family factors of the current patriarch of the Rondo dwarven tribe is that Lady Rondo is the veritable first warrior of the tribe. Fortunately, the dwarven tribe is a patrilineal social tradition. Otherwise, it would not be Rondo's turn to sit in the patriarch's chair. In addition to a slight regret in terms of force value, Rondo's forging skills are also undoubtedly the first.

Rondo was only one hundred and fifty years old this year, and he was a dwarven man in the prime of life. What's even more commendable. His attainment in controlling flames had already reached the stage of "Deep Blue", and he was only one step away from the top stage of the most legendary "Pure Blue" of the Flame Dwarf's fire control secret technique. It is precisely because of this superb fire control skill that the supreme position of the first forger of the Rondo tribe has been established. Everyone in the tribe believed it. Rondo will surely be able to enter that legendary realm in his lifetime, and then beat the iron to the point of crying.

Even in the entire history of the Flame Dwarves, there were very few dwarves who could reach that "pure green" realm. But there is no doubt about it. But whenever one appears, it will definitely be passed on by word of mouth internally, which is almost equivalent to leaving a name in history.

As the head of the clan and gifted, Rondo should be proud and proud no matter how you look at it. But in reality, Rondo was not happy at all, and even complained and depressed all the time. Just now, it was because Rondo started to complain again that he was kicked out by the yellow-faced woman in the house.

The sturdy Madame Rondo felt that her patriarchal husband was so uncompetitive that he had little joy in life every day except to complain that his skills were useless. And this kind of daily complaining, Mrs. Rondo has had enough, and she stubbornly believes that this negative energy that Rondo conveys every day is the source of the disharmony in their married life.

Rondo's unhappiness can be boiled down to a simple and clear point, that is, he really has a good ability, but he can't play it at all. Rondo considers himself an ambitious man, so the question is, what pain in this world is more severe than making an ambitious man nowhere to show his strengths?

Let's talk about iron, there are no extra minerals in the tribe at all, and the materials that can be used for forging are almost bottomed out. The flaming dwarves were not as good at mining as the other dwarves, and even if they knew where they were, they could only stare dryly from the sidelines, an embarrassing reality that gave Patriarch Rondo a headache.

Rondo also invented a technique of circular forging, relying on this forging technique to keep the compatriots in the tribe from sighing every day.

Rondo is indeed a genius in the Flame Dwarves, a race that is not distinguished by intelligence, and has invented many superb skills in blacksmithing, and this circular forging technique is just one of them. Rondo's motivation for creating this skill is simply because of the helpless reality of not having ore.

To put it bluntly, this cycle of forging is actually very simple, that is, the weapon or farm tool that has been forged is returned to the furnace, and then it is completely melted and forged again. This is considered by others to be very boring and ridiculous, and it is very difficult to listen to.

But this is not the case, circular forging can forge and purify the forging material again and again, so that the finished material produced again is more solid. Even a piece of rough iron, after many cycles of forging, can be turned into a super-fine steel, more unique than the most prestigious steel in the human world.

The forging world of the human world is complacent because of the steel filling method, and thinks that it has opened a monument to the forging world. Long before the advent of their steel-filling method, Rondo Cycle Forging was already able to produce 100 refined steel. In the eyes of professionals, the difference between the two is the same as the height ratio of a dwarf to a giant.

The difficulty of this is indeed quite large, and it is not so simple to forge and then return to the furnace again and again. However, the Flame Dwarves' ability to control the flames can ensure that they can easily complete the unbelievable process of circular forging. This ability to turn waste into treasure and ordinary materials into excellent materials is a huge innovation for the entire industry, but it is not known because the Rondo tribe is in such a poor environment.

Once there is no iron to fight, the whole tribe will be panicked and have no direction, and it is under such circumstances that Rondo has developed this seemingly troubleless forging technique. The idea is very simple, there is no material forging, then use the finished product to kill time. Not only can you improve your forging skills, but you can also improve your compatriots' skills in flame control.

Even Rondo didn't know how many Flame Dwarf tribes there were in the Pan-American Continent, but Rondo could pat his chest and assure that he would never be able to find a second compatriot whose average forging level was above his tribe. Rondo has no problem defining himself as a masterpiece. But it is precisely because he is quite conceited that he is even more troubled by the reality of the situation.

And the troubles are far more than this, and the drinks in the tribe are about to bottom out again. Forging and drinking are both second lives for dwarves. With the forging needs of the people in front of him, Rondo did not have the means to make the spirit that everyone craved. A few years ago, Rondo was forced to take the dwarves of the entire tribe to rob the human caravans, and just for a few sips of wine, he had become a laughing stock in the surrounding area.

Even the robbers in the Exiled Realm ridiculed them for their motives, believing that their motives had lowered the banditry industry. If it weren't for the Flame Dwarves' combat ability, it is estimated that there would have been people laughing at them every day in wheel battles on their doorstep.

After looking around at the entrance of the village for a long time, and making sure that no one was coming, Lang Duo took out a huge but very shriveled skin from his seemingly shriveled bosom like a trick. Gently pulling out the stopper, Rondo quickly leaned over his nose and took a greedy deep breath, the light aroma of wine, he was reluctant to lose even a little bit in the air...... (To be continued......)