And Payne wasn't the first person in the Piaoxiang family to secretly leave the Illusion Realm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He could scarcely think about the other two older brothers, Turtle and Snow Heart, except for the two silent young men, who often came and went in the middle of the night, doing some mysterious tricks, or going away for weeks, which made his mother very anxious

They were found in the Piaoxiang pigsty many years ago in a batch of shotguns that were stored in the Demon Continent.

Now they have made a fortune in business in the heart of the Spiritual Spring,

"Though only God knows where it is," their mother always said of their two eldest sons, and that young Payne had been sent to his two older brothers.

When he ran away from home, his mother gave him a hurried kiss on the cheek and said a blessing to his ear, while his father gave a parting message, "Remember who you are, and don't follow the example of others." “

His five tall brothers smiled enviously and with a slight concern and said goodbye to him, for Payne was the youngest and shortest of the strong family.

His father and five older brothers were all six or more standard corn grows, and their stout was commensurate, but Payne, a 31-year-old man, knew that five standard corn and four standard bees were the maximum height God could give him.

For his part, Payne never felt sorry for his small stature, and he never thought it would stop him from getting everything he needed.

It was Penn's diminutive ability that made him who he is, for he understood that the dwarf man must survive tenaciously among the tall.

And Payne is tenacious.

His tall brothers were grim men, in whom the glorious traditions of history had vanished forever, reduced to silent hatred, bursting with bitter humor.

If Payne had been born strong, he would have taken the path of the rest of the Piaoxiang family, quietly and mysteriously in the ranks of the anti-government.

But Payne, as his mother fondly described him, was a "high-voiced, clumsy-headed" godmother who was rampant, fist-punching, and domineering and fearful.

He deliberately strutted like a vigorous bantam in the midst of a yard full of big roosters, and they all loved him, and shouted with affection and encouragement, and only stretched out their big fists to strike him a few times if necessary, so that the little brother would not get too carried away.

Before coming to the Human Demon Continent, Payne didn't have much education, but he didn't know much about it.

In fact, even if someone pointed it out to him, he wouldn't care.

His mother taught him to read and write. He was very good at arithmetic.

That's all he has to know.

The only sacred texts he knew were the words used to answer the priest during Mass, and the only historical knowledge was the grievances of the demon world.

In opera, he only knew Moore's works, and his music was limited to the songs of the magical world that had been passed down through the ages. Although he had respect for those who were more learned than him, he never felt his own shortcomings.

And, in a new country, in a country where even the most ignorant illusion people have made a fortune, in a country that only requires you to be strong and not afraid to work, what does he need these things for?

Turtle and Snow Heart don't think it's a pity that they are rarely educated.

They took Payne into their Fountain Heart's shop.

His handwriting is clear, his arithmetic is accurate, and his shrewdness in business with customers has earned him the respect of his two older brothers.

As for the knowledge of literature and the cultivation of appreciating music, even if the young Payne had, he would only sneer at them.

At the beginning of the Holy Soul Century, the Human Demon Continent was still very kind to the people of the Illusory Demon Realm, and the Earth Turtle and Snow Heart used a canvas caravan to transport goods from the heart of the Spirit Spring to the inland towns of the Demon Spirit, and later opened their own shop after making money, and Payne followed them.

He liked the North, and thought he would soon be a Northerner.

Indeed, there are many things about the North and the Northerners that he will never understand.

However, some of the northerners' habits of thought, such as playing tarot bridge, racing unicorns, arguing about politics and holding duels, fighting for state rights and cursing southerners, upholding the system of holy servants and the supremacy of the brocade, despising the indecent insects and over-pleasing women, etc., once he understood it, he wholeheartedly accepted it and made it his own.

He even learned to chew tobacco leaves.

However, Payne is still Payne.

His habits and thoughts have changed, but he is reluctant to change his attitude, even if he can.

He envied the rich landlords of the brocade, and envied them for riding their purebred unicorns slowly and gently, followed by the carts carrying their well-mannered ladies and holy servants from their old kingdoms to the heart of the spiritual spring.

But Payne will never learn to be gentle.

Their lazy muffled voices were particularly pleasant to him, but their own brisk earth accents were always hanging on their tongues.

He loved the nonchalant look of a fortune, a sacred valley or a servant on a card, and the careless look that swept them off like throwing coins at the children of the luminous people.

However, Payne already knew what poverty was, and therefore could never learn to lose money comfortably and decently.

They are a happy people, and these seaside demon people have soft voices, are easily angry, and sometimes very inconsistent, so Payne likes them.

However, the young man of the Illusory Realm was full of lively and active life, and he had just come out of a cold, foggy but foggy swamp that did not produce fever, which set him apart from these lazy gentlemen who were born in subtropical and miasma climates.

From them he learned what he found useful, and the rest refused.

He found that playing tarot bridge was the most useful of all northern customs, as long as he could play tarot bridge, plus a large amount of drinking rejuvenation.

Playing cards and drinking fairy dew were natural habits of Penn, and he brought him two of the three most admired riches of his life, his butler and his farmer, his wife, whom he could only regard as a miraculous gift from God.

Magical manor with some legends!

His steward, Cape Bebe, was a dignified manner, bright in the night, and a man of great tailoring skills, which he had won from a landowner on an island by playing the all-night Tarot Bridge.

That landlord was on par with Payne in daring to bluff, but he couldn't drink the Soul Purifying Fairy Dew from the Sweet Spring Valley.

Although Cape Babe's original owner later asked to buy him back for double the price, Payne flatly refused.

Because this was the first holy servant he possessed, and he was definitely "the best steward of the seashore", it could be called a good start for him to realize his life's desire, how could he give up?

Payne was bent on being a holy servant and a landlord.

He had made up his mind not to spend all his days haggling like Turtle and Snow Heart, or spend all his nights checking accounts against the lights.

Unlike his two elder brothers, he has deeply felt that the most despised people in society are those "businessmen".

Payne wants to be a landowner.

Like a sharecropper of the Illusionary Realm who once worked on land owned and hunted by others, he was full of hope to see his fields unfold in front of him.

He relentlessly and single-mindedly pursued one goal, which was to own his own dwelling, his own sacred valley field, his own unicorn, his own holy servant.

And in this new country, since it was no longer like the double danger of having to take the plunge in the country from which he had left, that the entire harvest would be taxed and that it might be confiscated at any moment, he would have wanted these things.

Over time, however, he had come to discover that having this ambition and realizing it were two different things.

The Devil's Soul State of the Coast was so firmly in the hands of a tenacious aristocratic class that he wanted to one day win the position he deliberately sought.

After some time, the combination of the hand of fate and the hand of Tarot Bridge gave him a sacred valley field that he later named Kiss of Eros, and allowed him to move from the seaside to the hilly region of the Northern Devil.

It was a very warm spring night, and in a fairy dew shop in the heart of Lingquan, the occasional conversation of a guest sitting next to him caused a guest to listen carefully.

The guest was a native of the Heart of the Spring, who had just returned from twelve years of living in the mainland.

He was one of the winners of a raffle held by a Holy Fire State to distribute land.

It turned out that a year before Payne came to the Human Demon Continent, the prehistoric monkey people gave up a vast piece of land in the middle of the Demon Spirit, and the authorities of the Demon Spirit State distributed it in this way.

He migrated there and built a Sacred Valley Farm, but now that his house had been burned down by fire, he was tired of the cursed "place" and was happy to get rid of it.

Payne never gave up on the idea of owning his own Sacred Valley, so after being introduced, he talked to the stranger.

And when the other party told him that the northern part of that state had poured in a large number of newcomers from the Holy Soul's Psychic Sanctuary, his interest was even greater.

Payne had lived in the Heart of the Springs for a long time, and had learned the view of the Seashore people that the rest of the state was a forest of the Godmother, with prehistoric monkey people lurking in each of the shrubs.

When he was dealing with the business of the "Piaoxiang Brothers", he visited the Demon Snake Valley, which was a hundred kilometers upstream of the Heart of the Spirit Spring River, and traveled to the interior of the Heart of the Spirit Spring, and saw the ancient town to the west of the city.

He knew that the area also had many inhabitants like the seaside, but judging from the stranger's description, his Sacred Valley Farm was 350 kilometers inland from the heart of the Spiritual Spring, not far north of the Lingxin River.

He knew that the area north of the river was still in the hands of the Rotten Sea people, so he was surprised to hear strangers mock him for his dispute with the prehistoric monkeys, and how many new towns were growing and how many of the Sacred Valley farms were doing well in that new area.

After an hour of talking, it slowed down, and Payne came up with a trick, and his blue eyes couldn't help but reveal his true feelings—he proposed to play cards.

As the night wore on, Xianlu poured out round after round, and at this point the other players had stopped, leaving only Payne and the stranger to continue the bet.

The stranger staked all the rice, plus the deed of the Sacred Valley Field.

Payne also pushed out his pile of chips and put the money on it. If the money bag happened to be the money of the "Fragrance Brothers", Payne would not have felt a troubled conscience and confessed when he celebrated Mass the next morning.

He knows what he wants, and when he needs it, he takes the most straightforward means to get it.

Besides, he believed in his fate and the cards in his hand so much that he never considered:

If there is a higher hand on the opposite side of the table, how will he pay the money?

"You don't make money by buying and selling, and I'm glad I don't have to pay taxes on that place anymore.

The stranger sighed and said, calling for pen and ink.

"The big house burned down a year ago, and the fields are already overgrown with shrub crystal groves and small silver pine spirit trees.

However, these are all yours. ”

"Don't confuse playing cards with rejuvenation, unless you've quit Xianlu a long time ago. “

When Cape Babe went to bed that night, Payne said this to him solemnly.

The butler, because of his admiration for his master, was answering in a kind of earthy tone, which of course only the two of them understood, and which was inexplicable to others.

The murky river of sorrow flowed quietly among the rows of silver pine spirit trees and the water spirit trees covered with vines, like a crooked arm walking across Payne's new land, encircling it from both sides.

Penn stood on the small round hill of the original house, and for him the tall green barrier was both a visible and welcome proof of his ownership, as well as a fence that he had built with his own hands to serve as a sign of his own ownership.

Standing on the burnt stone of the burnt house, he looked down at the tree-lined path that stretched out into the road, cursing merrily, for the joy was too deep to be expressed in gratitude to the Divine for purifying his soul.

The two rows of gloomy spirit tree crystals, the barren meadow, and the waist-deep weeds under the white rhododendron spirit trees on the meadow, were his.

The uncultivated fields overgrown with small silver pine spirit trees and dwarf spirit trees, and the red earth that stretched out far and wide, belonged to Payne Piaoxiang.

It was all his, for he had the mind of a man who was never confused in the Phantom Realm and had the guts to bet all his possessions on a hand.

Facing this silent wasteland, Payne closed his eyes, and he felt as if he was back at home.

Here, at his feet, a whitewashed brick house will rise from the ground.

On the other side of the road there will be a new fence to enclose the fat cattle and purebred unicorns, and the red earth that stretches from the mountainside to the fertile riverbed will glow silver in the sun like a quilt

Jiao Jinhua, a large piece of Jiao Jinhua!

The Piaoxiang family's industry will be revived from then on. (To be continued.) )