After half a morning, the memory was finally integrated. Jin Feng also had a better understanding of the world.

I have heard of the Yellow River, Yangtze River, Taihang Mountain in the memory of the host.

Text, culture, place names and previous lives are not much different, but because of some unknown reasons, history is completely different.

For example, the Dakang dynasty today is not in the history of the previous life, but the Dakang dynasty has passed on the world for more than 300 years.

The host grew up in Xihewan from an early age. Most of the cognition of the world comes from the narrative of Mr. Xueyue. There are so many.

When you buy food, you have to go to the town. Once more than 20 miles, the mountain road is difficult to travel. It is already half an afternoon when Jin Feng returns. Guan Xiaorou, who is diligent, has cleaned the house again, and the bedding is also washed into the yard.

Seeing Jin Feng back, I trotted up and took the bag on the shoulder of Jinfeng.

In fact, there is nothing in the bag, only less than ten pounds of wheat -Guan Xiaorou's money, you can only buy so much.

"Why is it so light?"

Guan Xiaorou froze, opened the bag, and found that it was wheat inside, and could not help but sank.

He thought Jin Feng would buy cheap valley or sorghum, who knows that he bought wheat.

Even so wheat, even if you only eat one meal a day, it is only enough to eat two people for a few days. What should I do in the future?

Although I complained in my heart, I dared not question Jin Feng, and sent the bag to the kitchen.

When I came out, I hadn't forgotten the bowl of water, and held my hands to Jin Feng.

After walking for a long time, Jin Feng was really thirsty and took the water gurgling.

Guan Xiaorou took over the empty bowl, and the other hand took the towel and handed it up.

"Xiaorou, you don't need to do this."

Such diligent care made Jin Feng a little unaccustomed.

"Before coming, my mother told me many times. If anyone wants to ask me, I have to be diligent."

Guan Xiaorou lowered his head and said: "Ken who is willing to want me is Xiao Rou's blessing in his last life. This is what Xiaorou should do."

Jin Feng knew that these concepts were already deeply ingrained in Guan Xiaorou's heart. I am afraid it would be difficult to change for a while, and she would not barely, and turned into the blacksmith shop on the west side of the yard.

It is a small workshop less than thirty square meters.

Jin Feng opened a wooden box, took out a fist -sized raw iron block from it, and looked carefully.

In the memories of the host, after the old armor's death, he forced his livelihood and had hit the ironware several times, but all ended in failure.

Whether it is a kitchen knife, a firewood or a sickle, it always collapses.

Dakang's smelting technology is in a very primitive state. Most blacksmith's method of building iron is equally primitive. It is to put the raw iron blocks bought on the stove, and then repeatedly beat the forming.

In such a simple process, the host grew up in a blacksmith since he was a child. He shown the gourds and painted the scoop. The most things that were hit at most were not as beautiful and good -looking. Generally, there were no quality problems, but the host had ended several times in succession.

It is likely that there is a problem with the last batch of raw iron purchased by the old ironmith.

Come back to check, it really is.

There are too many raw iron impurities in the box, just after simple forging, the firewood knife is not strange.

If you want to use these raw iron to create the utensils that can be used, you must improve the stove and a blank fan so that you can barely achieve enough temperature and melt the impurities.

Guan Xiaorou sent the bowl to the kitchen, and followed Jin Feng to the shop. He stood silently for a while and said the courage to say, "Dooler, there is something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Jin Feng asked.

"I want to go back to my mother's house tomorrow, and find a sister -in -law to borrow a weaving machine ..."

"By borrowing the weaving machine?" When Jin Feng heard it, he probably guessed Guan Xiaorou's concerns.

Throw the iron block back to the box: "How can I return to my mother's house to borrow things on the next day? Rest assured, it will definitely not make you hungry."

"Doors, I don't mean that ... don't be angry ..."

Guan Xiaorou seemed to be shocked, trying to explain hard.

"I'm not angry."

Jin Feng patted her shoulder and said confidently: "Believe me, the days will get better and better."

It was very simple comfort in shooting shoulders in later generations, but in Guan Xiaorou's concept, it was extremely intimate. I was so shy to look up at Jin Feng.

With such shyness, Guan Xiaorou's anxiety dissipated a lot, and lowered his head and asked: "What are the plans after the family?"

"I'm going to hunt on the mountain."

"hunt?"

Guan Xiaorou stunned.

Jin Feng answered reading or hitting iron, she was not surprised, but Jin Feng said that he wanted to hunt?

"There is a problem with this batch of iron blocks at home, and the stove needs to be transformed in order to melt the impurities."

Jin Feng pointed at the stove and said: "It takes several days to transform the stove. I have to go to the mountain to catch a few rabbits to sell it, and change more food."

Guan Xiaorou looked at Jin Feng's small board and doubted his words, but he didn't dare to refute, but just lowered his head and didn't speak.

Hunting is not an excuse for Jin Feng to comfort Guan Xiaorou, but the plan that he wants to think about the food when he sells food.

Xihewan is located north of Sichuan. It is only more than a hundred miles away from the famous Jianmen Pass. It is surrounded by rolling mountains. There are a lot of prey. It is not difficult to do a few rabbits to hit the crossbow.

As long as he supports it for a while, it is not easy to make money when he changes the stove and the wind call machine?

However, Jin Feng did not explain so much, pushing Guan Xiaorou to the door:

"You don't know how to return things here, just come and pick it up, you go and leave."

"Um."

Guan Xiaorou nodded and obediently, and took a worry about the debris in the yard.

Jin Feng began to make a crossbow.

When I was a graduate student in previous lives, the mentor was a crossbow enthusiast. For four years of studying, Jin Feng did not accompany the instructor to practice with his instructor.

However, Jin Feng found that the difficulty was much larger than he expected.

The tools of the blacksmith shop are too primitive. Even if you choose one of the simplest crossbow in making the structure, you can wear the bow body for the first afternoon.

In the evening, Jin Feng ate his first meal in this world, and it was also his wedding wedding banquet.

There are no tedious etiquette, no relatives and friends, only him and Guan Xiaorou.

The food is also very simple, and it can even be said to be humble.

A small pot of wheat porridge, plus a piece of green vegetables with coarse salt.

That's just.

Eat porridge is not delicious, a layer of bran outside is a little bit tangled, making Jin Feng a little unaccustomed.

But the opposite Guan Xiaorou ate very sweet.

She usually eats wild vegetables at home, bran skin, and occasionally eats a valley. It is already a food. For her, wheat porridge is almost luxury.

Since becoming a "loser", she has never eaten again.

So you have to hold each bite in your mouth for a long time, trying to feel the sweetness of the wheat.

After finishing a bowl, Guan Xiaorou put down the bowl and chopsticks.
Chapter completed!