After washing up, Aunt Chun, who was full of worry, fed Lin Ning with breakfast spoonful of spoonfuls.

Lin Ning's psychological age for two generations could not stand being taken care of like a child.

But Aunt Chun's gentle and firm attitude made him unable to refuse.

"This dragon blood rice was specially brought to me with Wu Niang. It will nourish your body best. Ning'er eats more..."

The dragon's blood is twice as long as ordinary rice grains, and the whole body is bright red and crystal clear, and it smells strange.

Lin Ning learned from Lin Xiaoning's memory that in this world, dragon blood is more valuable than gold.

Informal channels, equal weight dragon blood rice is even more expensive than equal amount of gold.

Because if a second-rate master in this world wants to go further, he must eat dragon blood and rice to nourish his essence and blood. This is something Lin Ning has never heard of reading martial arts novels in his previous life.

Even ordinary warriors can eat dragon blood rice, which is very beneficial for strengthening the foundation, strengthening the essence, strengthening the muscles and bones.

It can be said that Dragon Blood Rice is one of the necessary conditions for becoming a first-class expert and is indispensable!

However, only the cultivation of the dragon blood rice can be mastered by the three dynasties of Qin, Chu and Qi.

Except for these three companies, whoever dares to interfere in this way will be wiped out by the three dynasties.

However, thanks to this, the world is not worried about "the heroes use martial arts to instigate the ban".

However, if a big black man like Qingyunzhai wants to survive and grow, he will have to pay a huge price.

The goods I have been hunted through blood, sweat and life all year round were basically given to others in exchange for expensive dragon blood rice.

But if you don’t want to be bullied and eliminated by others, you must ensure strong force, and it is necessary to have dragon blood rice.

A first-class expert like Lin Long and Tian Hu died for the sake of the dragon's blood.

"Aunt Chun, I can't even be a third-rate expert. I don't have to ask for dragon blood rice in the future. It's a waste to eat it, and it's easy to have nosebleed..."

After a while watching the ins and outs of the dragon blood rice in his mind, Lin Ning sighed at the magic of creation and said to Aunt Chun.

Aunt Chun ignored this and asked, "After eating this porridge, do you feel better?"

Lin Ning smiled and said, "How could it be so fast... I feel that my stomach is hot."

Aunt Chun looked at Lin Ning with a doting heart and said, "It's good that it's hot. You're getting better. Let Doctor An come to show you later..." Seeing that Lin Ning was going to say something, Aunt Chun said, "It's not that I don't understand Wu Niang, I don't know her hard work. But this copycat was originally from the Lin family, the boss, and you are the boss's only son. At any time, people can't forget this!"

Lin Ning: “…”

I don't want to have a deep meaning in this, so I underestimate people.

When Aunt Chun saw Lin Ning convinced, she smiled gently and said, "Ninger, you can have a good health, so don't think too much about the rest. I'll bring you some books later, and you'll look at it... You can also see more martial arts secrets left by your father. If you learn 10% of your life, you won't be so hurt, right? Unfortunately, it's still a little late..."

After Lin Ning finished eating, Aunt Chun wiped the corners of her mouth with a veil, covered the corners of her quilt, and then packed up the dishes and left.

...

After ten days.

Copyright conference hall, Juyi Hall.

The boss Tian Wuniang sat upright on the tiger-skin chair in the middle, with no joy and joy on his face and was taciturn.

The hall was also silent.

Over the past year, the power accumulated with her iron and bloody hands has made people awe, but she has ignored her age and her picturesque face.

There were two rows of chairs in the hall, and several other heads were sitting.

In the middle of the lobby, there was a white-haired old man standing. He was not the leader of the village, but the chief manager of the village.

When Lin Ning's grandfather was the lord of the village, the old Cangtou, named Sun, was in charge of the miscellaneous affairs in the village.

It has been more than fifty years since today.

He worked diligently and never had any trouble, so he was highly respected by everyone in the copycat.

Although Lao Cangtou is not in charge, he calls him "Bo Sun" from all over the village.

Beside Uncle Sun, standing was Aunt Chun who was crying silently.

After the tea, maybe I couldn't stand Aunt Chun's "Crying Magical Art". Uncle Sun sighed and said, "My girl Chun, even in front of the heads, the old man can't respond to you anymore. Speaking of which, you are also an old man in the village. When you know that the dragon blood rice in the village is hard to come by, it's only about a hundred kilograms per year. Now it's only June. Just half of the year, the inventory in the warehouse has been consumed by 65%! The key is that Brother Ning is unable to practice martial arts, but he has eaten such rare treasures of heaven and earth all year round. Logically speaking, after eating so many, he has piled up a first-class master. But Brother Ning has eaten so much and has not even reacted. Why bother? It's not easy for them to be the boss..."

When Aunt Chun heard this, she burst into tears and said, "Brother Sun, Ning'er is the only bone and blood of the boss and his wife. He was injured like that, and only by eating dragon blood rice would he maintain his injuries. If there was no dragon blood rice to nourish his body, if there was any good, even if I died now, I would not have the shame to see the boss and his wife..."

"You..."

Old Cangtou Sun was so angry that he couldn't speak.

If Lin Ning was in danger or was seriously injured, he had to be killed by the dragon blood rice. This old man would not be a stingy miser.

But Lin Ning's body was almost well-behaved. After consuming such precious dragon blood rice for ten days, even a few masters had never been so luxurious. How could he continue to waste such precious things?

The dragon blood rice was said to be watered by dragon blood, but it was clearly watered by the people in the village with their blood and sweat.

Over the past year, I have suffered so many injuries and blood, and even lost my life, so I can only exchange for a hundred kilograms of dragon blood rice in the black market?

Not to mention the other person, just say that the current leader is clearly a little girl, but after her father Tian Hu was severely injured last year, she led the people in the mountain village to fight several invading enemies. The enemy killed was terrified and established his authority, and then the lintel of the Thirteen Canglan, Qingyun Village, was maintained.

He personally led people to rob the world, and only then had enough money for a year.

This process is so difficult and thrilling that others don’t know, but don’t they know that their own people in the parody?

How much injuries did Wu Niang suffer and how much blood did she shed?

Even if Lin Ning is the only bloodline of the old leader, he cannot slander those hard-won dragon blood rice like this!

Uncle Sun lowered his face and wanted to say something else, but he heard Tian Wuniang, who had been silent on the other side suddenly say, "Uncle Sun, give it to her whatever Aunt Chun wants. You don't have to worry about Longxue Mi. I'll go and change it back in a few days."

Wu Niang's voice is different from Jiu Niang's crisp and sweet voice. Her voice is slightly sandy, and it has its own power in the cold and cold weather, which is not to be underestimated.

After hearing what she said, Uncle Sun opened his mouth and said nothing after all. He sighed and nodded in response.

Aunt Chun, who was standing beside him, hesitated for a while, gritted her teeth and said, "Just two taels, tomorrow, I will cook porridge for Ning'er with white rice, and I will eat it for ten days. If not, it will be his life. Who made him such a young child, and he still had a mess with Jiu Niang..."

After hearing what she said, everyone in the conference hall looked complicated.

Now in the village, Lin Ning is just playing with Jiu Niang, probably only Aunt Chun and Jiu Niang...

Tian Wuniang, who was sitting on a tiger-skin chair, narrowed her slender phoenix eyes slightly and said lightly: "Aunt Chun doesn't have to do this. You can take good care of him. What should I use? Just ask Uncle Sun for anything else. I will find a way to do anything else."

When Aunt Chun heard this, she looked at Wu Niang's calm and powerful face, then looked at the gloomy faces of the other leaders, and slowly shed tears, saying, "Big Master, I know it's not easy for you. When the wife was here, she loved you the most and was even more close to Ning'er. If she saw you so hard, the wife would have to feel sorry for her and scold Ning'er for being unsatisfied. The same is true for the boss... Now that I am old, how many days can I take care of Ning'er? If I close one day, I hope that the boss and the boss will think of the old boss and the wife, at least give Ning'er a way out. Although he is a little anxious, his heart is not bad..."

"Bang!"

The black-faced, bearded man sitting on the first chair on the right was full of anger, and punched his right hand on his left hand, suppressing his anger. Aunt Chongchun shouted: "What's this called?!"

He is now the third leader of the copycat, named Hu Dashan, nicknamed Sai Niuto and nicknamed Sai Dauto.

He is one of the two first-class masters in the village. He has a violent personality and a strong sword technique.

Seeing him questioning angrily, Aunt Chun did not answer, but just burst into tears, as if she had been bullied...

Seeing this, Hu Dashan almost suffocated to death, but when the man opposite frowned and stared at him, he could only suppress his anger, grabbed the teacup on the wooden table beside him, and drank all the tea water in one mouthful and couldn't relieve his anger, wishing he could chew the teacup into pieces and swallow it.

The man on the upper left is much thinner. He held a folding fan in his hand, with a stunning face and a pockmarked face, but his expression was heavy. He sighed and said to Aunt Chun, "Miss Chun, we have been in a relationship for twenty and half a lifetime. If you have anything to say, why don't you say such words to provoke us? Even if Xiao Ning..., no matter what, why don't we give him a way out? You said this, it's really a shame for us."

He was the second in command of Qingyun Village, named Fang Lin, and was outstanding in wisdom.

Something else else was to say, but Wu Niang heard Wu Niang’s plain voice: “Aunt Chun, please go back first. When he is sixteen next year, I will get married to him.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed suddenly.

Even if everyone knows that Lin Long and his wife were favored by Tian Wuniang, Lin Long even died to save Tian Hu. Before his death, they decided to get married to Tian Hu.

However, Lin Xiaoning's series of acts of committing suicide, especially the actions of Tian Hu, who attacked Jiu Niang ten days ago, made everyone in the village no longer talk about the marriage, including Aunt Chun!

But I didn't expect that Wu Niang still recognized this marriage...

Except for Aunt Chun who was surprised and ashamed, the expressions of others were very surprised.

However, after all, no one said anything, and I just felt that Wu Niang was suffering, this good girl.

After watching the tragedy, they all felt that the matter was extremely entangled. It is conceivable that Wu Niang should be so painful...

I just hope that someone can cherish his blessings, take care of himself, and stop making trouble.

...

Qingyunzhai Mozhuyuan is located in the middle of the mountain of the North Mountain and is named after the lush ink bamboo in the back mountain.

This is the best courtyard in the mountain village, originally lived by Lin Long and his wife.

After the two passed away, Lin Xiaoning's residence was where Aunt Chun lived and took care of him.

In front of the five large blue brick buildings is a front yard surrounded by wooden fences. A spring water drawn from the depths of the bamboo forest in the back yard gathers into a stream, passes through the clusters of flowers, and gathers around a bamboo pavilion to form a shallow pond. Finally, along the river paved with pebbles, passes through the fence and flows down the mountain.

It’s a pity that the spring water is too small, and it flows down from the North Mountain to the foot of the mountain and disappears without a trace.

Except for Mozhuyuan, the people in the mountain village could only cross two hills and go to the Canglan River to the west to fetch water for food.

Carrying water is also a child in the village. He practices his daily morning lessons...

Of course, these have nothing to do with Lin Ning.

As a princeling in the village, the original owner had never picked up water. However, when he was free, he was willing to run to the riverside, eating melon seeds and watching the black melon seeds who practiced early skills carry water. The dark melon seeds were ridiculous on his face, which was extremely annoying...

The afternoon sun was not so hot. Lin Ning, who had healed most of the injuries, lived in the moonlight pavilion, lying on a bamboo chair and swayed gently.

Holding an ancient scroll in my hand, there was a purple clay teapot on the stone table beside me, and a teacup next to the teapot poured seven-point tea, and the fragrance lingered.

It has a very artistic conception of stealing half a day of leisure...

However, it was a leisurely and quiet scene, but it was destroyed by the solemn expression on Lin Ning's face and the ecstatic gaze that could not be hidden in his eyes.

But I don’t know what it is. It can make a person who has been tempered and ups and downs in his previous life even show such a disobedient look...
Chapter completed!