The sunset is setting, and the sunset is like fire.⊙,

Before dusk fell, Jia Huan and his group finally arrived at the village in the south of Jiajia City.

Nalan Senruo, Hu Laoba and some merchants were waiting at the intersection of Guanlu early.

After dismounting, Jia Huan helped the two of them up and said with a smile: "Who did you learn this trick from? Just welcome them in front of the gate of the village household, and you will run out... Isn't it busy in the village?"

Nalan Senruo smiled and said, "Where will it be not busy? Every day, there is no time for carts for pulling cement, stones, and grain transport. However, no matter how busy you are, you have to follow the rules."

Jia Huan smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "Thank you for your hard work." He smiled at Hu Laoba, who had become much more calm.

Nalan Senruo and Hu Laoba dared not accept it and bowed and gave in.

Jia Huan said: "I see all your actions. Now the stall is getting bigger and bigger, and the people you need to use are getting tighter and tighter. Lao Ba, do you have any talents in cement workshops that you can take on? Glass is about to start making, and I want you to watch this."

After hearing this, Hu Laoba thought about it and said, "San Master, I'd better guard the brick kiln and cement kiln. I will make this... As for the glass kiln, I recommend Lao Shisan to make it. He used to burn glass, but later, after Aunt Bai made the glass recipe, he also gave it to him to perform."

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan remembered the silent young man and said, "Okay, it's better to be in this farm anyway, just take care of yourself on weekdays."

Hu Laoba responded happily.

Jia Huan looked at the figure with a bold aura not far behind Nalan Senruo, and smiled and said, "Borchi, how are my personal soldiers practicing?"

Boerchi had just passed his sixteenth year of birth, but he looked even more calm than his old Timur. He saw him kneeling down on one knee with a military salute and greet him in a deep voice: "General, there are twenty-three personal soldiers in the guards. Everyone can ride a horse and shoot. One person can drive five consecutive beads, three people can drive three consecutive beads, and nineteen people can drive two consecutive beads. They all want to die for the general!"

The so-called five-pearl arrow is an archer who can continuously shoot out five sharp arrows with the same force and accuracy.

What is this concept?

It's very simple. Even if a five-pearl arrow is not a warrior, he can kill a fourth-grade warrior as long as he keeps a distance.

If you reach the seven-in-one pearl, then there is no possibility of surviving the seventh grade.

If you reach the legendary Nine Pearls, you will feel threatened even above the seventh grade.

This is still one-to-one.

If they shoot them with cold arrows when both sides fight, the effect will be even more amazing!

However, if you want to shoot three consecutive beads, you are basically unattainable and hard to come by, and you need to rely on your talent.

It cannot be done by simply practicing hard.

There are special longbow camps in the Qin army, but there are all kinds of archers who can shoot three consecutive beads inside.

Not to mention five consecutive beads.

Jia Huan didn't expect that in his personal team of about twenty people, there would be a five-pin snatcher and two three-pin snatchers. He was overjoyed when he heard this, and personally helped Boerchi up and said with a smile: "Okay, but he is better than your father!"

Upon hearing this, Boerchi's expressionless face, which was originally tall cheekbones and thin lips, suddenly became a little vivid.

He glanced at Timur who was staring at him, and suddenly grinned.

It's simple.

Seeing this, Timur was furious and scolded: "You laugh so hard! If you have a kind of practice, we will practice alone! No matter how high the eagle flys, can we still step over the eagle's wings?"

Borchi just laughed and didn't answer.

Seeing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Jia Huan's eyes glanced across the faces of the eight teenagers wearing leather armor and long bow behind Bor naked. He nodded his head to indicate.

These eight people are all different from those of the Qin people, most of whom are the same as Boerchi, with high cheekbones, slightly protruding foreheads, single eyelids, and thin lips.

Seeing Jia Huan nodding to them, the eight people knelt down on one knee, with excited and admiring eyes flashing in their eyes, and shouting in unison: "I am humble, I have seen the general and I am willing to die for the general!"

The voice is thick and solemn.

The carriages and pedestrians passing by on the official road not far away were very interested in watching this scene.

Jia Huan glanced at him, but didn't care. He looked at the eight people and said, "Get up, it looks energetic. Forget it today. When winter comes, I will take you to hunt in the Qinling Mountains. We won't fight hares and pheasants, we will only ask mountain pigs and tigers and leopards to greet you. At that time, I will depend on your methods."

When the eight people heard this, their eyes became more excited and they said loudly: "I will never let down the high expectations of the general!"

Jia Huan laughed and said, "You guys come from listening to opera literature, right?"

Jia Huan did not regard the people in the village as a tool to make money. In addition to letting them eat and wear warmth, he would also arrange a opera troupe to the village to sing opera every ten days to relieve the boredom of the merchants.

Moreover, most of these Mongolian young men didn't even recognize a few words. They could not say such literary words by themselves alone.

In addition to providing supplies, Nalan and the others never interfere in the daily training of the personal soldiers.

Therefore, Jia Huan had this guess.

Sure enough, after Jia Huan finished speaking, a hint of embarrassment appeared on the rough face of the eight teenagers, even Borchi was no exception...

That's right, even the title of "General" is so sexy. They heard it from the play.

Seeing that they were so interesting, Jia Huan and others couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, Nalan Senruo stepped forward and said, "Third Master, it's getting late, and he's not talking at this moment. Grandma should be anxious in the main yard..."

At the entrance of the village not far away, there was already an old woman watching there.

Jia Huan nodded and smiled, "Okay, the future will be long."

After saying that, the group urged Jia Huan to return to Zhuangzi.

...

"mother!"

After entering the main courtyard, Jia Huan met Aunt Zhao and others in the front study room.

He took two steps forward and knelt down in front of Aunt Zhao. Jia Huan smiled and said, "Mom, I'm here to pick you up."

Aunt Zhao hummed twice and said, "Get up, you're not going to be the grandma, why do you do so much laughing?"

Jia Huan stood up and smiled, "The old lady said, after you go back home, you don't have to set rules with your wife. You have to go and talk to her for a few jokes. And you also live in the mansion of the former master. What's the case if you're not the lady? It's just such a name. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Aunt Zhao was too lazy to tell him if there was any difference in this name, so she said angrily: "You know what a fool!"

Jia Huan was not angry when he heard this. He smiled, and then turned to look at Xiao Jixiang Bai He and others beside her.

Bai He is still so gentle and beautiful, with her long willow eyes that should have been very charming, but her eyes are so pure and warm.

After throwing a flying eye to Bai He, she saw her pursed her lips and turned her eyes aside.

Jia Huan was surprised and followed her gaze and realized something was wrong.

He was just thinking about something wrong, but at this moment, he saw Xiao Jixiang standing there with his head hanging down, dejected and silent, and suddenly realized that this happy fruit was not snuggling beside Aunt Zhao.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Xiao Jixiang, what's wrong? Isn't you naughty again and the aunt is raped?"

When Xiao Jixiang heard this, he raised his little head. His caterpillar eyebrows were still so cute. Under his eyebrows, his big, watery eyes were covered with tears. Under his little nose, his mouth was curled, and he looked aggrieved.

Aunt Zhao snorted from the side and said, "This little hoof is heard that you are having a happy life all day in the East Mansion. The five souls that were fascinated by those fox charms have lost their three souls. I forgot her, the little aunt, so I can't stand the crying. It has nothing to do with me."

Seeing the two of them performing and commenting on each other, Jia Huan couldn't help laughing and said, "The maids in the east mansion have changed a few times. After Sister-in-law You changed her, the old lady felt that it was not easy. Anyone who was a little more demonic will be replaced.

Previously, there were not a single maid in the East Mansion. Moreover, I was in the East Mansion and I had to get up early every morning to help myself, and I didn’t need a maid to serve me. My sister-in-law You took the people to wash the clothes she changed.

Apart from Mingyue serving in the study, there is not even a girl around you, so where is there any fox charm? Xiao Jixiang, when did you become a little jealous?"

Jia Huan's words not only satisfied Aunt Zhao, but Xiao Jixiang also showed a look of surprise in his eyes in embarrassment, and even Bai He was happy on the side.

What Aunt Zhao said before was not only Xiao Jixiang was worried, but she was afraid that she would change her heart with her childhood sweetheart Jia Sanye.

Even Bai He, who was taciturn and gentle and friendly, couldn't help but feel in his heart.

After all, this is an era when a woman regards her husband as the most. If Jia Huan learns bad things, then her life will be almost ruined.

Now that Jia Huan said this, how could they be so unhappy?

Xiao Jixiang ran to Jia Huan with a small face, and her big eyes were bent into Xuanyue. Jia Huan laughed and pinched her little nose.

"Okay, sometimes when you are hustling... hurry up and get people loaded and left."

Aunt Zhao saw this impatiently and said angrily.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "No need to install anything, the yard over there is ready-made."

Aunt Zhao frowned and said, "Let me use the furniture left by that dead ghost?"

Jia Huan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "How is that possible? My son has already changed everyone to a new one."

Aunt Zhao’s focus is indeed different: “Where are those old ones? You haven’t lost them? There are a lot of good things in the eldest wife’s room, but she was watching us both tightly back then, otherwise…”

Jia Huan: "..."

Xiaoque: "..."

Xiao Jixiang: "Gee!"

Aunt Zhao's original expression of browsing eyebrows was restrained after seeing the expressions of Jia Huan and others, and glared at Jia Huan angrily and said, "You're just a fool! If I didn't have the time to pick up the house and manage the house again, do you think you can have today?"

Jia Huan laughed and said, "Yes, yes, my mother was diligent in picking up the house and working hard and made great contributions. However, she would never use it again in the future. The money in her son's bank warehouse was almost rusted. If she wanted to experience life, she would just pick it up. But don't pick it up in the old lady's room..."
Chapter completed!