The arrival of Feng Qingfan was like a reassurance for Tang Bao and Mao Yu; compared to the so-called family that was as illusory and mysterious as a girl's potion in a secluded country, this ambiguous show of affection from the father made Brother Bao

As far as the son is concerned, the most important thing is. Well, even though the father and son have an overnight feud, the old man still loves him very much.

Tang Boguang has not expressed his position yet, but for Zhou Yi, it is enough. Tang Bao's closest relative is Tang Gong. As for other so-called clan members, ancestors and so on, they can only hehe; Tang Gong's attitude is already clear.

Having a beautiful engagement banquet would be the greatest help to Tang Bao, and it would also live up to Wu Qingyuan's kindness of showing up even though he was always showing up, even if he didn't hesitate to offend the two big families for Tang Bao.

The engagement banquet was not a big one, but it was very lively. Some good people in Yunshui Village, such as Li Yuanfang and Er Leizi, had received invitations early. Mao Yu's parents and some of her close friends also

After being picked up by people sent by Zhou Yi, the Zhou Group's business has slowly begun to spread across the land of China, and there are manpower available everywhere. This is a matter that he, the chairman, only talks about.

Everything seemed to be surprisingly smooth. The ancestor of the Gu family who deeply feared Gu Yun did not show up to stop him. Except for Feng Qingfan, who expressed support and goodwill on behalf of Tang Gong, no one from the Tang family came. Tang Boguang was the only one.

The old fox was obviously still waiting and watching. Although Zhou Yi wanted to hug his thigh, the Gu family was not easy to mess with. If he showed up at this time, he would have lived more than a hundred years in vain.

Everyone seems to be waiting.

Zhou Yi and Tang Bao are waiting, Tang Gong and Tang Boguang are also waiting. I wonder if the ancestor of the Gu family is also waiting?

'I heard that Luan is happy for you. Recently, the good son-in-law of the Gu family has become Lord Feng? This is the tragedy of the ancient family. I will come to visit you soon and meet my little friend next to the Cold Valley Wentan. Wouldn't it be nice?

——Guze'

The day before the engagement, the Gu family couldn't hold back their anger, and a handwritten piece of paper was delivered to Zhou Yi. It was actually postal EMS, but after opening the package, it turned out to be an expensive piece of paper sprinkled with gold.

I know that Chengxuan has been around for a long time, and it is not a modern product; the ink color is even darker. The wild grass in one hand penetrates the back of the paper, like a green pine stone, rugged and bone-like.

Since ancient times, calligraphy and painting have not been divided into different families. Zhou Yi's painting skills have reached the ninth level early. It's just that he has never calmed down to break through calligraphy. In the past half month, he has learned about chess, and his mood is calm. He often talks about calligraphy and painting issues with Mr. Wu, and he admires the monument.

Once you make a breakthrough, it will be as good as other people's ten years of hard work. Unknowingly, the calligraphy skills that were difficult to upgrade in the past have become so powerful that he has been promoted to level nine in a row!

Zhou Yi is now also a master of calligraphy. Naturally, it can be seen that this Gu family's "War Letter" cannot be written by ordinary calligraphers. The person who wrote it seems to be a master with unfathomable martial arts skills and a master of calligraphy.

It seems that this 'Guze' is the name of the ancestor of the Gu family.

This legend has it that the Great Immortal Guli, who has lived for two hundred years, left his name on the paper. Either to show enough respect, or to express a strong smell of gunpowder; because the ancients always left no names when leaving books, but those who left names were not younger generations.

For elders, they are friends who are good enough to wear a pair of pants; there is another exception, that is, they will also leave their names to enemies!

"I heard that you are in love with Luan? Why isn't she a white jade beauty? Does this ancestor of the Gu family think that he is a handsome bandit? Even if you are Chu Liuxiang, it is just wishful thinking to stop this engagement banquet under my nose."

Looking at this "War Letter", Zhou Yi smiled. It seemed that the Great Immortal Guli had not lived so long in vain and had read a lot of books. He was also an expert at copying documents.

***

The folks in Yunshui Village all feel that they are the happiest people; Yunshui Mountain is not the famous Okawa Fukasawa, but isn't there a saying? Mountains are not high, immortals are famous, and water is not deep. Where there is a dragon, there is a spirit. Mr. Xiao Zhou is our "immortal" and "dragon" in Yunshui.

Needless to say, nursing homes. Since the arrival of miracle doctors like Mr. Xiao Zhou, the elderly have felt the deepest feelings. Just a few days ago, old man Wang in the village developed tuberculosis. What was the result? I asked him to go to Mr. Xiao Zhou's door. With a prescription, the root cause of the disease for many years has been completely eliminated, and I can straighten up and kick the widow's door open.

These are only superficial benefits. The old farmers in several nearby villages and Yunshui Village feel it most clearly. Since Mr. Xiao Zhou returned this time, it has been only half a month, right? The nearby land, mountains, forests, and even water sources have gradually improved. Some changes have taken place. In the middle of winter, even the vegetables grown in greenhouses were barely growing, and they were definitely not juicy and strong. But what about now? The tall ones are juicier than those in season.

This is just the change of crops on the soil. The soil fertility is gradually becoming richer, which can only be felt by old farmers. Everyone has a good way to judge next year's harvest. They dig up the winter soil, dig down three feet, and hold it out. Take a look and see if it is yellow or black and yellow mixed with half? If it is the former, the annual harvest next year will be limited; if it is the latter? It will probably be a good harvest year. How long has it been since you saw such good soil? If you dig it, you can still find it. There is no three feet, and when you dig it out, you will find a black and oily lump, as if oil can drip out! The old farmers in the village looked at each other. With this soil, I am afraid that even if you put a wooden stick, it will bear fruit, right?

Careful people tried to dig in bit by bit, and found that the closer they were to Baiquan Valley where Zhou Yi lived, the richer the soil was. Originally, due to the crisscrossing peaks near Baiquan Valley, there was a lot of underground sand and gravel in this area, otherwise it would have been reclaimed by the villagers. After coming out, how long has it been before the situation has undergone such earth-shaking changes?

Most people in the mountains are superstitious. Someone immediately thought of the group of old and young Taoists some time ago. Did they really help Mr. Xiao Zhou change Feng Shui and transform the earth's veins? Such changes cannot be explained by any science. According to the words of the elders, Said, this is the arrival of the earth dragon!

When the earth dragon appears, the sky will collapse and the earth will crack, the earth and rocks will roll, and the river will flow backwards. If there is a stone lion at the door of the house, blood will flow from the eyes. Is it something ordinary people can withstand the spiritual energy of heaven and earth? Zhang Ergou, you can do it. No? Li Daniu, you can’t do it either, and Er Leizi, don’t do it either. Just your black hair, Mr. Xiao Zhou’s wonderful hand helped you grow it...

The coming of the earth dragon is a good thing or not. If there are no people with great fortune nearby, it is a disaster rather than a blessing. It can be seen that we have inherited Mr. Xiao Zhou’s blessing and benefited from others. Mr. Xiao Zhou’s What a divine and amazing person!

Zhou Yi didn't know that he was about to be regarded as a god by his fellow villagers. Not only in Yunshui Village, but also in the nearby Shangxiazhazi Village, Sanjia Village and so on, many people secretly built clay and wooden statues, and the faces of the characters might be a little blurry. , but if you look carefully, you can still see that he has a certain resemblance to him.

There is no God in the world. If there are more people who worship, there will be God...

"Uncle Zhou is good at it! I told you a long time ago that no matter how many great doctors can't cure my disease, with a few doses of medicine by Uncle Zhou, I will have hair. Otherwise, would your eldest mother agree to marry you?"

With their several-month-old baby in tow, Er Leizi and Wei Shufen took a hoe and dug here and there in the ground. They looked at the black and oily mud and felt silly and muttered something like "Uncle Zhou." He was almost turning into a demon. Wei Shufen curled her lips: "Uncle Zhou even saved me with his own hands. From this point of view, I am also a very lucky person. By the way, next year I will follow Uncle Zhou's example and grow some herbs. Look at the acres of isatis roots he planted, weren't they all taken away by big companies?"

"Yes, just plant isatis root. It can cure all kinds of diseases. Every time the country relies on it to save lives, Uncle Zhou must have good seeds. I also heard that the person who came to collect the medicine is from Uncle Zhou's company. Yes, when the time comes, are you worried about sales? We can also make a fortune with a household worth ten thousand yuan..."

"Pull him down. I'm right, leprous is stupid. He's a household with ten thousand yuan. When did that happen? He's a household with one million yuan!" After seeing too much of Liuxu's happy life and looking at the grand scenery of other courtyards, Wei Shufen's heart is as high as the sky.

"What a wonderful land! What a wonderful soil!"

The young couple were talking enthusiastically when a slow voice suddenly came into their ears. It was not loud and a little old, but it was very clear to their ears. It penetrated along the eardrums of the two of them and penetrated into their brains, deeply imprinted into their ears. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't tell whether it was frightened or irritable.

Er Laizi stared blankly along the sound. There was still nothing in that position just now, but now there was suddenly a large living person, looking at him with a strange expression. He didn't know if that expression meant he was crying or not. Laughter, it's as scary as you want it to be.

He seems to be an old Taoist priest, but not quite like him. He is not as brightly dressed as the Taoist priests who came to Yunshui last time. He has a noble jade crown, a goatee, a green cloth robe that has turned white after washing, and his hair is casual. The ground is pulled up into a bun, and is worn with an extremely ordinary wooden hairpin. This image is familiar to Erlei. When there is a temple fair in the town, there will be this kind of wandering Taoist priests holding a rag flag everywhere. When looking for someone to tell fortunes, even a person like him, who is not very bright, understands that these are actually fake Taoist priests, and to put it bluntly, they are almost like beggars.

The old Taoist turned his back to Er Leizi and his wife. He was grabbing a handful of soil and looking at it in his hands, muttering something: "The big monk and the little Taoist priests are not bragging. They really have the spirit of a real dragon. This boy is really brave." I can do it. Hmm...not bad, not bad..."

Who are you talking about? Didn’t you see that I am the father of the children? This Taoist priest has bad eyesight, so he is still wandering around the world? The second scoundrel was very unconvinced: "Old Taoist priest, if you haven’t eaten yet, I still have it here. Do you want two steamed buns?" The people in the mountains are kind-hearted. Although they dislike this old man very much, looking at his gray hair, Er Leizi still feels soft-hearted.

"Kid, you call me Daoye?"

The old Taoist chuckled and turned around, seeing Er Laizi getting very excited.
Chapter completed!