Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"I won't tell you anymore. I have to give these elixirs to Qian Jiyun. The elixirs he has over there are probably almost used." With that, she left the space.

…

The elixirs were not used nearly as much as An Jiuyue said.

But Shui Liu and the other three were indeed very tired, because they had to work hard to refine the elixir every day in order to be able to supply the consumption of the camp defenders.

Fu Ming did bring several alchemists over, but these people were also newcomers. The elixirs they refined were of the lowest grade and could only be used on people with the slightest injuries.

However, Fu Ming did have a way to get rid of all the elixirs in his new camp.

As for the method, it was naturally a good one provided by Qian Jiyun. Shang Ningyi and the others wanted to make friends with Fu Ming, so how could it be possible that their friendship was for nothing?

"Lord Shang, you are finally here."

Fu Ming has become very familiar with the lords of other camps in the past few days.

Of course, every time I see them, they complain shamelessly. When I see Shang Ningyi and others, they complain so much that the seven-foot-tall man almost wipes his eyes.

And what's more, even if he scolded his second brother, he didn't know if scolding his second brother would do anything good.

He thought, probably not, after all, the second brother is still alive and kicking, right?

"I really didn't expect that Hua Yan Jue would be so difficult to deal with. The alchemists like me are of no use at all. The elixirs we refine are just like children playing house."

"Lord Fu, Lord Qian didn't give you any support?" Lord Tang looked at Fu Ming and rolled his eyes in his heart.

He had already lost a lot of things from Fu Ming, including elixirs, original soul stones, inner beads, and other things that he couldn't even count.

A camp that was supposed to be maintained by Qian Jiyun has now become their responsibility.

This Fu Ming was also very good at complaining. If anything happened in the camp, he would come to beat them and make them either provide things or help him with their efforts.

Sometimes he even wonders, did Fu Ming do this on purpose?

Of course, his losses were not as much as those of Shang Ningyi. That guy was just stupid. He gave Fu Ming so many things for free and thought he could get them back later.

"Can he support me?"

Fu Ming glanced at Lord Tang and hummed softly.

"That person Qian Jiyun, it's good if he doesn't add insult to injury for me. Do you still support me? Just these tents, do they count as support? I just didn't let my people eat this meal."

He shook his head and said that his life was really miserable.

"Come on, Lord Shang, have a drink. This wine is really good. I only have this one jar here."

But bitterness is bitterness, but there are some good things on hand. For example, now, he took out a jar of good wine.

He opened the sealed wine jar and filled it with Shang Ningyi, Lord Tang and others. In fact, he really didn't want to let them drink. With just such a jar of wine, he couldn't even drink it by himself.

But his second brother was right, he couldn't trap the wolf if he didn't want to give up his children. Compared with a jar of wine, of course the support that Shang Ningyi and the others gave him was much more important.

"Hey, Lord Fu, where did you get the wine? And it's such good pear wine."

A lord's eyes suddenly lit up when he smelled the smell of wine.