After walking more than 20 miles, he covered the vines above the van and placed them on the side of the road, and then the old horse unloaded and led, took off the nail rake, shovel, and cloth bag, and walked down the road.

Miles through the grass and trees, you came to a place where clay mines were located.

Tethering the old horse to a small tree, Zhan Tian began to dig in the clay.

With his physical speed, the process was extremely fast, and in one stick of incense, more than thirty bags of clay were dug up.

Leaving the bag in place for the time being, he began to lead the old horse and look around for the gel tree.

It wasn't easy, and after half an hour of searching, he found five or six and cut some lumps.

During the search, he kept taking out the Thousand Miles Realm and looking around, but he couldn't see half a figure at all.

At this moment, he had come to the place where he had buried his belongings.

"It's a pity! I can't take anything with me today. Zhan Tian said in his heart.

Place the block on the old horse's back and return to the clay.

The old horse camel had two bags, and he carried two bags himself, and after half an hour, he loaded all the clay into the truck.

When he turned around and hurried away, when he came to the fork in the road, Zhan Tian took out the clairvoyant mirror and glanced at the south station, only to see Cheng Yan and the others, still there to control the beast.

Ignoring it, he drove the van back to the south gate of the city.

After registering with the middle-aged scribe, the former warrior of the southern garrison came out.

"Zhantian, isn't it slow!, are you in trouble?" he asked Zhantian as he opened the car door and casually pinched the bag of clay on the surface.

"It's okay, the beasts seem to be heading to the station. "Zhan Tiandao.

The martial artist closed the car door for Zhantian, and then said with a smile: "Zhantian, discuss something." Wait for you to get it there, can you give me a share of this material? Of course, I can't let you do it for nothing, we can calculate it as we want!"

Zhan Tian was slightly stunned, thought for a while, and said: "Okay, yes, but clay is easy to say, but gel trees are not easy to find!"

"Hahaha...... It's okay, it's okay, I've been asking someone to buy materials these days, can you help me find some, I'll get some somewhere else, I guess I'll be able to get enough soon!" the martial artist looked very happy and laughed.

"Well, in that case, I'll see it!" Zhan Tian also said with a smile.

The martial artist was even happier, and couldn't help but hold Zhantian's hands and say a few words of greetings from his brother.

Bidding farewell to the martial artist, Zhantian was also happy in his heart.

It is naturally beneficial to know an acquaintance at the city gate. In addition, he will have to bring back a large amount of "clay" every day in the future, and if he helps people with a little cover, it will be more perfect and unobtrusive!

When he came to his own piece of land, he took down the nail rake and shovel and began to dig the foundation.

Just digging out the length of Zhangxu, he just stopped, began to boil glue, and made concrete.

In the meantime, the fire was boiled, and by the way, the stones in the ruins were broken, and all the clay was poured out.

Soon, the gummy concrete was successfully prepared.

This time, he is preparing to pour the foundation with homemade concrete, which is relatively simple.

Take out a dozen iron bars several feet long from the tent, drive them under the foundation, and then fill them directly with concrete.

As for the part above the ground, find two damaged door panels and split them as splints, plug them on both sides, and continue to fill them.

After finishing this, Zhan Tian sent the van back to the carriage and horse shop, and then walked towards the west of the city.

He had already paid for ten days' rent for this van, but it was safer to send it back for storage at night.

When he came to a restaurant in the west of the city, he entered and ate some food.

In the middle of the meal, he looked across from time to time, at the blacksmith shop with a light business.

The shop was small, and there was a black-faced man in his thirties, who was waiting for business to come to his door with nothing to do.

It is said that now in the east of the city, it is a time when various materials are in short supply, and there are many iron products that need to be made.

But in the past few days in the west and south of the city, Zhan Tian found three small blacksmith shops, among which this one had the worst business!

After eating and drinking, he left the restaurant and went straight to the blacksmith's shop.

"Shopkeeper, are there any scrap iron bars for sale here?" asked Zhan Tian.

The black-faced man gave him a strange look, and said in a sullen voice: "Aren't you just under your feet?

Inside the shop, there was an old lady in her fifties and sixties, walking out with a cane, and scolded the black-faced man: "Ah Niu, how can you talk to the guests!"

The black-faced man said "um", don't look away, and don't speak.

"Don't blame the guest, my Ah Niu is an honest person and can't speak. How many guests do you need?" the old lady shook her head and smiled at Zhantian.

Zhan Tian didn't care, and said, "I need two or three hundred, I can pay a deposit, and then come and get it every day as needed." ”

The old lady was immediately happy, two or three hundred iron bars were already big business for their shop!

Let Zhantian choose at will, and the old lady went back to the house to bring out tea and poured him a cup.

Zhan Tian was not in a hurry, picking out the iron bars he needed, and chatting casually with the old lady.

Soon, he figured out the reason why the business of this shop was not good.

This black-faced man is bent on becoming a warrior and has no intention of striking iron.

If you want to become a martial artist, one relies on talent, and the other relies on money. The black-faced man has average talent, and his family can't afford to support him to eat animal meat every day to exercise his physique, because he has always been resentful and has a very poor relationship with his father.

His father died of illness a year ago, and this shop is naturally getting worse!

After understanding this, Zhan Tian said directly: "I don't know your store, do you have any intention to transfer?"

Without much talk, the two parties agreed that all the blacksmith-related items in the shop would be left to Zhantian, and a total of five hundred taels of silver would be sold.

After negotiating the price and setting up the notes, the old lady and the black-faced man immediately began to clean up.

Zhan Tian did not leave oversight, and went directly back to his tent and continued to cultivate the Thirteen Strikes of Victory.

At night, linoleum is taken out and a section of the stone wall is covered. At this time, it is already winter, and if you don't cover it at night, the place that has not yet solidified may crack.

Early the next morning, the black-faced man came to greet him, saying that the shop had been cleaned up.

Zhan Tian went to take a look, but the two of them were honest, and the things in the blacksmith shop were all tidy, and only their own things were taken away.

After paying the money and taking the paperwork, Zhan Tian changed the door to a big lock, and this blacksmith shop was his.

To the carriage to drive out of the van, he continued to go out to fetch clay and glue blocks.

However, when I returned in the afternoon, although there were clay bags on the outside of the van, there were already six bags of goods looted from the South Station inside!

Everything was normal, and the warrior in charge of supervising him still let him into the city after a simple inspection.

Once in the city, he unloaded half of the clay, leaving the few bags of clay and six bags of goods straight back to the blacksmith's shop.

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