As a lord, I was forced to farm

Chapter 367 Master Zhao

"So, since the territory has money, we can collect materials such as stones from outside, or buy labor services from outside, and ask people from other places to mine stones and build the city wall." As soon as Wu Yun's words fell to the ground, Jiang Ran said indifferently throw this sentence.

"!!"

"boom!!"

The sound transmission conch in Wu Yun's hand fell to the ground with a thud, "Xianxianxian County Lord—" The money is not hot yet, is it about to give the money away!
And still send money to other territories!

With a bitter face, Wu Yun quickly picked up the sound transmission conch that fell on the ground, and wiped the invisible dust with his sleeve.

The others glanced at Wu Yun with disdain, this man is getting more and more stingy!

Lin Sha opened his eyes wide, and shouted to Gao Ce, the county lord, "This subordinate is really stupid. I didn't expect such a method. Don't worry, my lord. I will definitely get this matter done!"

"Okay, then the Lin Qing family will be responsible for this matter."

"Yes!"

The Minister of Rites, Yang Guiying, was naturally also present. Seeing that Jiang Ran was about to end the voice transmission, she hurriedly said, "Master, when are you going back to town? The people of the county are looking forward to the ceremony on January 23."

Jiang Ran: "..."

"...It's coming soon."

After hanging up the sound transmission conch, Jiang Ran contacted Jiang Nancheng again, told him that she had returned from Hanyuan, and told him to call Qian Zhen, Tian Chi, Qi Xiuyuan, Su Ji and others to the Jiang Mansion in Yuanshui.

Arrangements were made for Suling County and Jiangnan City. When Jiang Ran came out of the bedroom, the food was already set up in the lobby. In addition, Hong Yuan also invited the doctor over, who was currently healing the wounded people.

Hong Yuan was also present at this time. Li Fusheng invited him to the table for dinner, but he refused with a smile and waved his hands. When he saw Jiang Ran, he came over in surprise, "Master Jiang, I haven't seen you for a month."

Jiang Ran said, "Long time no see. Thanks to Brother Hong Yuan's help, my house can be repaired so according to my wishes."

Hong Yuan smiled embarrassedly, "Just tell me if you have anything to do, I will definitely find a way to arrange it for you."

"Speaking of which, I really need your help with two things."

Hong Yuan made a living by running errands for others, and Jiang Ran was generous. When he heard that he had something to do, he hurriedly said, "Just say it."

So Jiang Ran asked Hong Yuan to help her buy some monsters that were discarded by Ziyun Palace.

The monsters that Ziyun Palace does not want are collected in time, and the price is generally much lower than the market price.

Of course, Jiang Ran didn't accept all monsters, at least the rare ones, and it was best to keep them alive.

The celestial state of the Liangyi Qingsheng Body, when simulating the shape of various monsters, it is necessary to collect the blood that simulates such monsters.

Jiang Ran thinks very clearly that if there are any magical beasts that are lucky enough to be overlooked, they will be raised. If not, they will be selected by Bai Mei first. If Bai Mei does not use them, they can also be taken back to Su Hong's animal yard. The seven young spirit beasts can still eat something good.

Jiang Ran gave Hong Yuan a thousand spirit crystals, and said that if it was not enough, he would ask Li Fusheng to withdraw it.

He patted his chest, "Okay, I will definitely collect it for you."

Jiang Ran: "Also, is there any skilled tea-roasting master in Mingxiao City? I want to learn the technique of tea-frying, preferably in these few days."

This is a bit embarrassing for Hong Yuan, although he does have many brothers, but he really doesn't know any tea masters.

Hong Yuan lowered his head and thought for a while, and suddenly thought of someone, "Do you want to make spirit tea? If so, maybe there is someone!"

……

The master that Hong Yuan introduced to Jiang Ran was called Zhao Rongyun, who was said to have lived for more than 100 years.

She is not well-known, and although she produces some top-quality spiritual tea every few years, only those who like tea will pay attention to it. In addition, there are too many talented people in Mingxiao, and Master Zhao is indifferent to fame and fortune. Therefore, few people know that in a remote small tea village in the west of Mingxiao, there lives a tea maker who can make heavenly spirit tea.

Hong Yuan is also specialized in this area, and he will hear all the news.

The lower city of Mingxiao City is also very large. From east to west, it takes at least five or six days to travel smoothly by horse-drawn carriage.The biggest advantage of being in Mingxiao is that even if there is no subway or high-speed rail, there are all kinds of tamed monsters. Jiang Ran spent a little money and came to Xiaocha Village according to the road pointed by Hong Yuan. Master Zhao.

Jiang Ranzhi spent so much effort learning how to stir-fry tea in order to make tea from the leaves of the split cloud sacred tree.

The leaves of the Split Cloud Divine Tree can be said to be legendary leaves, especially the spiritual plants of the space system.

She didn't want to reveal her identity as a space cultivator, and she didn't want to expose the Split Cloud Sacred Tree to the world. Although frying tea by herself might damage some aura, but there are so many leaves of the Split Cloud Sacred Tree, there will be another crop after one crop is used up. If you want to maximize the utility, you have to learn to deal with these leaves.

At this time, Jiang Ran has been studying here for two days, relying on her "money ability" and a three-inch tongue, she persuaded Master Zhao to teach her how to fry tea.

Of course, the craft of frying tea is extensive and profound, and Jiang Ran has only learned a little bit and figured out the process of making spiritual tea, but it is enough for her.

"You really don't intend to stay and inherit my mantle?" Before leaving, Master Zhao held Jiang Ran's hand firmly, reluctant to let her leave.

Although Master Zhao is more than 100 years old, although the appearance of a practitioner cannot be said to last forever, the years do pass slowly on the face of a monk.

Except for some gray spots on his head, Master Zhao looks like a man in his 40s or [-]s, with fair skin and bright eyes.

Master Zhao has never seen such a talented and intelligent girl.

Before agreeing to teach, Zhao Rongyun made a special effort to feel sorry for Jiang Ran.

At that time, she directly photographed only nearly a hundred kinds of unprocessed fresh tea raw materials, and said, "You don't need to name them all, as long as you name half of these plants, I am willing to teach you."

Originally, I just wanted her to return home, but the girl's complexion didn't change at all. The moment she uttered such difficult words, the beautiful and slender white hands brushed over plants of various shapes one by one. At the same time, the name of the tea was reported in a calm and clear tone, "Hangzhou white chrysanthemum, Yunnan red rose, pine needle, Maojian leaf..."

It sounded good before, until it was more than 20 years old, it was still so fluent without a single stutter, or even a single mistake, Master Zhao’s expression changed a little, until No.40 nine kinds, that slender white The hand was removed from the sunning mat containing the tea leaves, the very textured sound reverberating in the room also stopped, and the air returned to silence.

Zhao Rongyun was still a little overwhelmed, "Is there any leftover, you can look at it and think about it again?"

Jiang Ran slightly raised her eyebrows, tilted her head and seemed to feel a little inexplicable, "Master Zhao, there are already fifty kinds..."

Master Zhao was silent for a moment.

Good guy, half of what you said is more than half, the girl is really not afraid that you said something wrong before!
　I haven’t stopped updating in June, I’m just running around, earning less, and changing time is not stable, (crying to death) In addition, my family doesn’t want me to be a professional novelist, what should I do, I’m being told that I’m not doing my job properly every day, and I’m very annoyed .

　　
　
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