Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

In the end, Qiao Yi still failed to touch the elf's dog as he wished.

Although a creature like a furry child is very tempting to Qiao Yi, it is always impolite to rashly touch a stranger's dog.

The elf finished feeding the squirrel and left with the dog.

Looking at the dog's fluffy buttocks and big fluffy tail, Joe secretly swore: I will have a dog!

And soon he had a

... carved.

To be precise, it should be a horned owl.

It is said that the idiot eagle hit the arrow by itself when the villagers were shooting rabbits.

As for why he accidentally injured the eagle flying in the sky when he hit the rabbit running on the ground, it was because,

This silly eagle,

He can't fly.

Qiao Yi: ...It's okay if you can't fly.

Just, let's go free?

But now, this horned owl was being carried by a burly man with a feathered arrow stuck in his leg, cooing and screaming.

Joe picked up its wings and looked at it, then took a look at its paws, and asked seriously: "Can I eat it?"

Man: "...not tasty."

Qiao Yi: "Forget it, let's keep it."

This guy's claws have been severely worn out due to long-term land travel, and now he has injured his legs. If he doesn't keep it, he might starve to death in the wild.

Soon, the veterinarian in the manor was called over.

Then Joe looked at the guy in the cage with shaved bald legs and wounds, lying in a pile like a waste sculpture.

A tuozi has since lost his dream.

……

By the time the winter hunting was over, the sun had gradually set.

The leaders came out of the forest one after another and gathered around the altar.

First came a young hunter named Barton, who was as strong as a bear.

His biggest prey was a half-adult wild boar with a spear stuck in its buttocks and still oozing blood.

For this, Barton also paid a considerable price. His flank was pierced with a big gash by the wild boar's fangs, making him look a little scary.

However, for these hunters who have lived in the mountains all year round, such injuries are not considered serious. They did not hurt internal organs, but only skin injuries.

Sprinkle some powder and wrap it up, and after two weeks, it will be a lively hero again.

A few strong young men lifted the squeaking and thrashing wild boar up to the altar, and stabbed the pig in the neck.

The wild boar immediately screamed, and the dark red blood flowed out, poured into the gully on the white stone altar, and then spread along the lines of the gully, gradually covering the entire sacrificial array.

In Stuart 400 years ago, the blood of enemy generals, not wild boars, would flow on the altar.

When the wild boar finally stopped flopping, it was carried down.

The young hunter, still wrapped in gauze, climbed onto the altar, kneeling on one knee in the direction of Qiao Yi, stroking his left chest with his right hand above his heart, and nodded slightly.

The people of Stormland are all the remnants of Stuart. There are no Illuminati churches and priests throughout the southern continent.

The Stuarts don't believe in the gentle and generous god of light in the south, they only believe in their king and the sword in their hands.

Here, the lord is their belief.

At this time, their faith was climbing up the stairs in brightly colored cloaks that looked like raging fire, standing in the center of the altar.

The citizens gathered around the altar and sang the ancient sacrificial song in a low voice. The voice seemed to have traveled through 400 years, resounding in the golden sunset.

Qiao Yi's hands were stained with cinnabar powder, and he stretched out his hand to draw a bright red line on Barton's smooth forehead.

The surrounding singing suddenly became louder.

Barton stood up, with a little unconcealable excitement in his expression.

He picked up the flag and raised it above his head, slapped his chest loudly, and shouted something.

Under the stage, the hunters also raised their swords or crossbows and responded loudly.

The wind blowing from the direction of the forest brought a moist and fresh smell, and Qiao Yi suddenly looked up as if feeling something.

On a high cliff at the edge of the forest, the elf stood on the edge of the cliff, his eyes seemed to fall in his direction.

……

Joe Yi felt that it was a wrong decision for him to bring home the crippled, round-faced chicken.

Because at this time this guy was in the cage in the study, flapping his wings and clamoring, arguing with his ancestors.

"You shed hair!"

"Cuckoo!"

"You are ugly!"

"Cuckoo!"

"You're lame!"

"Cuckoo!!"

Standing in front of the door with a book in one hand, Joe twitched the corners of his mouth as he watched the feathers flying around in the study.

... childish ghost.

"Hey? What's wrong with this bird? Are you hungry?"

Dean came over with a dinner plate, biting a piece of black bread in his mouth, and looked at the round-faced fat chicken making noise in the room.

Roy: "Is he depressed?"

Joe One: "..."

...he was just arguing with a ghost.

"You crippled stupid eagle, you ugly flightless hen!"

Andrea threw a sentence out loud.

The bird went crazy, its head came out of the gap in the cage, and it was about to rush out to catch him.

"Hoo!" I actually did—"

...and then its head got stuck in the railing.

Andrea: "Hahahahahaha silly eagle!"

Joe One: There it is, the IQ of the raptor clan is low.

A little disgusted to help it get its head out of the cage railing, Joe patted the bird feathers on his hand, pinched its beak, then took a fork from Dean's dinner plate, and pressed it against its neck : "If you force me again, I will stab you to death."

"... Chi Chi."

The round-faced chubby chicken folded its wings timidly, its big eyes blinked and began to look cute, and even its voice became weaker.

"Good boy."

Joe bent his eyes and touched the feathers on the top of its head:

"From now on, your name will be Xiaofei, do you understand?"

Dean & Roy & Horned Owl:  …

Calling a flightless bird Xiaofei won't your conscience ache?

……

Whether his conscience would hurt Joe didn't know, but he did feel his heart ache now for his supper.

Hard dry black bread, green pickles with a strange smell, and barbecued meat that only tasted salty.

This is his dinner.

To make matters worse, there is a system that pops up a dialog box in front of him every day telling him [Life is less than 30 days, please recharge in time] Qiao Yi plans to go to the blacksmith Old Batu later, and he will have to pay for anything. pot.

But the premise is that he has to be rich.

Even if he is a lord, he can't go to the leader's house to eat and get for free.

As for the krypton gold life extension...

The pitfalls of the system require him to explore on his own. Qiao Yi, who is at a loss, can only choose the Buddhist style to bump into ghosts. If he has nothing to do, he will go out and try to bump into ghosts. He hopes that in the remaining 20 days, he will give him something that is not eye-opening. door to door.

When Joe Yi was rummaging through boxes and cabinets at home to find money, he was so bored that his long-haired ancestor hung on the wall and sang a big show at the top of his voice.

Xiao Fei was taken away by old Gnati, so this person lost the fun of being a ghost.

It's a pity that this person sings out of tune, and even breaks his voice.

If only Qiao Yi could hear it, the Jenny's family next door might be able to call.

"Joe, what are you looking for, Joe?"

Ancestors hang their probes on the wall.

"give change."

Joe opened the drawer and looked through it, then pushed the drawer back in disappointment.

"Isn't there any little Gena?"

Joe, who got nothing, sat in the chair, propped his chin and sighed: "Grandpa Gener's custody of the money is needed to support the four of us, and to pay the cook, so it can't be used indiscriminately."

How can I be so poor?

Joe thought.

This will not work, we must find a way to make money.

"Your grandfather once hid a fortune in his study. I can tell you where it is."

Andrea suddenly said: "The premise is that you send me that stupid bird back, it can hear me."

As soon as Qiao raised his head, he sold Xiao Fei without hesitation: "Deal!"

……

It was early in the morning the next day when Joe arrived at the blacksmith Batu's house.

Yesterday he found what Andrea said was the grandfather's private money from the hidden compartment in the study.

It was a lacquered wooden box the size of a palm, and it was heavy with thick dust.

However, Qiao Yi was almost blinded when he opened it.

The unremarkable box was full of gems and gold coins.

It's just that the shapes of some gemstones are a bit too familiar.

After thinking about it for a long time, Joe realized that most of these gems were once inlaid on furniture.

In other words, his grandfather... was the culprit who took away all the gems from the family furniture.

Qiao Yi imagined the appearance of the honorable Duke squatting in front of the corner cabinet with his buttocks pouted, buttoning gems...

... Forget it, the picture is so beautiful that it easily catches the eye.

In short, Qiao Yi, who got a windfall, sent them to the small private vault that the original owner had emptied for many years without any psychological pressure, and found them the next day with the money and the blueprints he had drawn.

The blacksmith's shop is in the southwest of the manor. In the early morning, when many people just woke up, there were already clanging sounds in the shop.

The door of the room was not closed, and Joe saw Barton wielding a hammer and forging a long knife at a glance.

In the weather when Qiao Yi was still wearing a cloak, this dark and tall young man was bare-chested. His strong muscles pulled out beautiful arcs when he swung the hammer, and beads of sweat rolled down his body.

It was very hot in the house.

As soon as Joe stood at the door, he knocked on the door:

"Good morning, boar hunter."

"Dang--"

Barton stopped his movements, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and grinned with a simple and honest smile: "Good morning, Lord Lord. Father has gone out and didn't come back until noon... Is there anything we can do for you? "

"That's right." Qiao Yi took out the blueprint from his pocket and handed it over: "I want to make an iron pot."

"... an iron pot?"

Barton wiped his hands and took the parchment with a puzzled expression on his face.

In a place where food is boiled or smoked, such things as iron pots obviously involve the knowledge blind spot of the iron man.

Barton took the blueprint over and over again, and said with some hesitation, "...you want to build... an iron bastard?"

Joe One: "..."

"...Just treat it like a bastard, remember to put a handle on the side, it must not be too thick, try to polish it as smooth as possible..."

Under Qiao Yi's explanation with pictures and gestures, Barton finally nodded, expressing that he understood what Qiao Yi meant.

Qiao Yi was a little uncertain: "...do you really understand?"

Barton patted his chest: "Don't worry, leave it to me. The iron bastard for cooking, I understand."

Joe One: ...All right.

Barton said that Joe would pick up the goods in a day or three, and he would definitely give him a bastard that satisfied him.

Qiao Yi: ... I always feel that this guy seems to have misunderstood something? ?

Shaking his head, Joe left the blacksmith shop, rode his horse and headed towards the bay to the east of the manor.

Today is the opening day of the Haishizi market. Merchants from the north will set up a small trading market in the bay to buy the mountain products and furs of the local people, and sell some grain seeds and sundries along the way.

Of course, it would be even more unexpected if the deal with the elves can be made.

Qiao Yi planned to go to the sea market to have a look. It would be great if he could get some spice seeds.