Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 404

The old man has long eyebrows, thick beard, and is hale and hearty. His gaze on Ding Xuewei is more greedy than a hungry wolf who sees meat.

Covering her mouth, Ding Xuewei tried her best to calm down her heartbeat.

"It was given to me by someone, and I don't know who cast it."

"You~" The old man was very disappointed, and wanted to say something, but he took it back.

Turning his head, he stared at the man with resentment in his eyes: "What did you bring her here for?"

The man's complexion was very bad, even worse than when Ding Xuewei was captured.

"She knows how to melt it."

But in a simple sentence, when the old man turned his head, his eyes returned to the previous greed.

"Baby..."

"Can we talk about it later?" Ding Xuewei felt nauseous again.

She was really uncomfortable, and her whole body was spinning, so she really didn't have the energy to say more.

The old man was very attached to the machete and was not willing to wait.

"Old Yang, the boy is also very uncomfortable." The man's hand holding the simple wooden table trembled.

The old man turned around abruptly.

The man was very helpless: "It's been calculated."

The old man raised his eyebrows, obviously, he didn't really believe his words.

The corner of the man's mouth raised a hint of amusement: "Someone wants to kill her, for the sake of Mr. Yang, I can only..."

He had no choice but to say nothing, but the old man understood what he meant, and he looked at Ding Xuewei again in a blink of an eye.

Although Ding Xuewei was not familiar with this man named Fang Heng, he could hear a different meaning from his brisk words.

The man surnamed Wang is going to attack him first, and then himself!

"Hard work." She said the words with difficulty.

When he brought back the news of King Yi's intervention yesterday, he persuaded her. She was afraid that things would change, so Na Anxing kindly seized the opportunity to shirk, and said to look at it again.

His appearance is obviously tricking people.

"Didn't it mean that you are immune to all poisons?" Ding Xuewei stammered, choking with curiosity.

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows and gave the answer: "It's exaggerated."

It's not that I'm not afraid of poison, it's just that the reaction is weaker than that of ordinary people.

He was working hard for himself.

Ding Xuewei was at a loss for this fateful friendship.

"This is Mr. Yang, he is obsessed with smelting. Mr. Yang, this is Xuewei, the grandson of the Ding family."

"The Ding family?" Elder Yang regained his energy in an instant.

Ding Xuewei was still baffled by Fang Heng's inexplicable introduction, but the old man suddenly had a profound meaning.

Mu, a bad premonition arises.

"The Ding family in Yuequan Village on the east side of the prefecture, who has a close relationship with Jin Ruyu and others?"

"Yes." Fang Heng nodded calmly: "However, their relationship is not as good as we thought."

The old man stared at Fang Heng for a long time, but Fang Heng didn't speak anymore, trembling, he dragged a wooden stool and sat down.

"That knife was not a gift from Jin Lao and others."

Ding Xuewei on one side was still uncomfortable. The conversation between the two sounded normal, but it had a lot of meaning.

First, the old man has a close relationship with Fang Heng.Second, the Ding family has not only caught Yan Luomen's attention, but also made other people pay attention.Thirdly, they are all interested in stainless steel, and suspect that the knife was given by Jin Lao and others!
Ding Xuewei really didn't know whether she should laugh or cry.

As long as this person made a move a long time ago, she would not be the rich boy who spread good things around Kai County!

"Then what, are you still going to the city?"

"Okay." The old man turned around leisurely.

Ding Xuewei watched Fang Heng's eyes shift.

The moment she met the old man's eyes, she smiled wryly: "Don't dare to waste Old Yang's time."

The old man was speechless for a moment, then turned to the other side and said, "He is very knowledgeable about current affairs."

"Otherwise, my siblings will make those few fall in love with me." Fang Heng's recognition of Ding Xuewei is quite high.

Ding Xue slightly squeezed the handle.

"Lovely."

"You don't have to be humble." Fang Heng gave her a look that we know very well.

Ding Xuewei wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

She thought that the status of Jin Lao and others was enough to protect the three little ones, but she didn't expect that her family would be noticed because of these people!

"Well, how about we start?"

If she hadn't insisted, Fang Heng would have brought the man surnamed Wang here long ago. She proposed, but Fang Heng, who had a very bad face, didn't refuse.

Soon, under the simple thatched shed deep in the dense forest, the sound of bellows exploded.

The old man with white beard and white eyebrows stood shirtless by the furnace, holding the bellows with one hand and turning the machete red-hot by the charcoal fire in the furnace with the other.Skillful and capable.

Not far from the furnace, Ding Xue frowned slightly and watched his various movements.

On a chair about ten steps behind her, Fang Heng was lying lazily.

"That's the most."

Suddenly, the old man stopped all movements.

Ding Xuewei stepped forward silently, took the pliers from the old man's hand, and looked over and over at the red-burned machete.

"The temperature is not enough."

She has not learned the relevant knowledge, but she has seen related casting videos and knows that the temperature for smelting stainless steel is higher than that for smelting copper and iron.

I also know that the highest temperature of charcoal is simply incomparable with that of an electric melting gun!
"It takes at least twice the temperature to refine this material."

"Two...you know what you're talking about?" Elder Yang smiled abruptly.

Mr. Yang is very clear about the melting points of various minerals. Of course, he is also very clear about the temperatures that various charcoals can reach.

The reason why he will settle here is not that there is any scenery he likes in this place, but that there is the fuel he needs nearby.

The charcoal fired from oak wood is tighter than charcoal fired from any other kind of tree. Naturally, the temperature is higher when it is burned.

He will settle here because the oak wood within a radius of ten miles is convenient for him to use.

"Boy, you need to be responsible for speaking out."

The old man looked very kind, and he had always shown a gentle and talkative attitude before.

But if he was really such a person, Ding Xuewei would not do something like a dog without a tail!
Changing her face made Ding Xue slightly comfortable.

"You always know that my family has a very close relationship with Mr. Jin and others, and you also know that my sister and I were washed away by the water during the flood..."

"That old lady gave you the knife?" The old man squinted his eyes as if warning.

The magistrate of Tang Ming knew that the old lady was in awe, so he didn't dare to inquire too much.This one, who knows a lot, is skeptical of the old lady.

No wonder she denied that the machete was not given by Jin Lao and others but didn't ask much.

I asked what the answer would be, but I was not very satisfied with the answer.

"Miss Xuewei, do you know where Mr. Yang has been?" Fang Heng suddenly said.

The person who was lying lazily walked away slowly: "The world is so big, no one can understand it better than Mr. Yang."

There is no place in the world where the grandmother she said is located.

"Pfft~"

Ding Xue smiled.

She didn't mean to, but couldn't bear it.

"Has Mr. Yang ever been to the extreme north?" Ding Xue asked with a restrained smile.

The old man's eyes were sharp.

"I don't know where the extreme north is, but if you can go north, go."

Ding Xue turned her eyes slightly: "Elder Yang knows if you start from the capital of our country and go east or west, where will you end up?"

"I haven't started from the capital, but there are destinations to the west, south, north and east." The old man raised his eyebrows.

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