Xiao Xue was stunned when she heard this, looking at this young man in the moonlight, although he was a few years younger than himself, but he could no longer find any immature expression on his face, those black eyes, as deep as the sea, shining like starlight, but with a touch of sentimentality, the shoulders that were not broad, but what they supported was unimaginable pressure for ordinary people.

She suddenly felt a sour nose, and she felt a little distressed.

Fang Ling came back to his senses, smiled faintly at Xiao Xue, and turned away.

When they came to the front yard, Huang Jian and Meng Zhiyuan were sitting on the wooden bench in the courtyard chatting, and when they saw Fang Ling coming, they hurriedly got up and saluted.

Fang Ling asked Chen Mou and the others, only to know that Chen Mou had rested early, this imperial doctor and strategist paid great attention to the way of self-cultivation, if there was no major emergency, he always went to bed on time and got up on time.

As for Dong Canghai and the others, Cao Jingyuan asked for a vacant place to make a temporary horse farm, and led a few war horses over.

Fang Ling called Huang Jian and the others to take a walk in the city, which can be regarded as observing the people's feelings.

At this time, it was just night, and there were not many pedestrians on the street, but there were many children, running in pairs, playing games happily, which added some vitality to this calm night.

Because I didn't walk on the main road, I also saw some other scenes, some people raised silkworms at home, some people were weaving cloth at home, and some people were grinding tofu.

Although there were no taverns, many of the residents left their houses open, moved their chairs, stools and tables to the side of the street, and sat together with three or five neighbors, although they ate coarse tea and light meals, but laughed and talked about some interesting things, including the news of the arrival of the King of Stone City.

The arrival of Fang Ling and the others actually came from Hao Tieniu's mouth, and according to his words, the King of Shicheng was very kind and kind.

It's just that this adjective makes people can't help but imagine Fang Ling as an old man who is dozens of years old.

Just as he was walking through an alley, a child suddenly rushed over from the side of the alley and happened to crash into Fang Ling's arms.

This collision naturally did not knock Fang Ling down, but instead he fell to the ground, and the stone he was holding in his arms also rolled to the side.

"Little friend, are you okay?" Fang Ling hurriedly asked.

The child's head was no more than 8 or 9 years old, with a pigtail tied on his head, and he touched his head with a smile and said, "It's okay." Then he looked left and right, and ran over and picked up the stone.

Huang Jian's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said, "Child, you wait." ”

The child tilted his head to look at him, as if sensing that he was looking at the stone he was holding, and hurriedly hugged the stone tightly, with a wary face.

"What's wrong?" Fang Ling asked.

Huang Jian replied: "Your Highness, the stone that this kid is holding seems to be iron ore. ”

"Iron ore? what's so surprising about this, there should be a blacksmith shop in the city, and there will be iron ore in that shop." Fang Ling said.

Huang Jian shook his head and said: "The color of this piece of iron ore is very dark, which shows that the iron content is very sufficient, and the iron ore that can be obtained in the county blacksmith shop is generally of inferior quality." ”

Fang Ling's heart moved, he squatted down, and said with a smile at the child: "Little friend, can you lend the stone in your arms to your uncle to see?"