In that dim light, the atmosphere in the Land Temple was somewhat quiet.

The old village chief sat quietly on the bench and frowned, looking very unhappy in his heart, and was smoking a cigarette. And Qigong, Uncle Feng and others looked at him coldly, and they were also unhappy in their hearts, as if they were suppressing something, and their chests were rising and falling.

Feng Qingyan, who was thinking about it, found that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and secretly said bad in his heart. Just as he was about to break the silence and ease the atmosphere, he saw the old village chief finish the cigarette in three or two sips, and then throw it away.

Burst!

Cigarette butts splashed on the ground, sparks erupted.

This spark seemed to ignite the anger in Qigong's heart, and he immediately snapped the case, pointed at the old village chief and shouted: "Who told you to litter cigarette butts, do you know what kind of place this is? ”

The old village chief couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he saw Qigong suddenly getting angry, and then glanced at the cigarette butts on the ground, and didn't mean to pick them up.

At this time, Feng Qingyan walked over and picked it up and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

"Yes, where did I talk about it before? It seems to be talking about humanities, history and culture, the old village chief, right?" Feng Qingyan immediately changed the topic as if nothing had happened, fearing that they would continue to make trouble, and then make a lot of trouble.

"Uh-huh, yes, that's it. Qingyan, you kid said it well, you have a lot of ideas, I think it's a big deal. In fact, the old village chief also knew that if the trouble continued, everyone would definitely break up unhappily. At this time, seeing that Feng Qingyan changed the topic, he immediately said, it can be regarded as a step for himself.

"Who did you just say is the old fool, and who is unreasonable? You say, do you dare to say it again?" However, Qigong's anger was ignited, and it would not be so easily extinguished by these two sentences, he pointed at the old village chief and roared, looking angry.

Finished......

When Feng Qingyan saw it, he sighed secretly in his heart.

The current Qigong is no longer the former Qigong, the former Qigong, just an ordinary old farmer. Maybe he has some prestige in the village, but he doesn't dare to point at the old village chief's head and roar loudly with him. But now, he is wearing a neat tunic suit, he looks well-dressed, his appearance is also dignified, and even he has a faint sense of dignity when he walks.

In a short period of time, he has developed an old man's bearing.

Now when he is angry, he has more majesty on his body, and he compares the old village chief who has been the village chief for twenty or thirty years for a while.

Who called the old village chief now with a big vest, big shorts, and a pair of broken slippers that can be replaced on his feet. Also, the old village chief's white vest has several finger-sized holes......

In terms of appearance alone, Qigong has already crushed the old village chief.

A dignified appearance can make a person strong, just like money is a man's courage, and when a man has money, he can go to many places that he has never dared to go to before, and his heart will not be timid anymore.

And when a person's appearance is correct, it will naturally give birth to majesty.

In fact, Feng Qingyan saw that when Qigong was watching TV, he was carefully thinking about how those leaders walked, how they spoke, and how they sit......

Then, he also learned secretly.

Feng Qingyan didn't expect that Qigong had really learned seven or eight points, in fact, he had secretly done this kind of thing when he was a child.

In this short month, the biggest change in Qingshan Village is not him, but Qigong. It's hard for you to imagine that Qigong, who is now dignified and extraordinary, was still an old farmer spitting and even picking up cigarette butts on the ground to smoke a month ago......

"Qigong is angry, you are not good for your body like this, sit down quickly. ”

Feng Qingyan walked over to help him, patted his back lightly with his hand, and then a wisp of aura hit his body, and then said softly: "Qigong, the old village chief didn't mean that either. ”

At this time, Qigong felt cold in his body, and the anger in his heart was extinguished a lot in an instant, and then he also sat down, patted the table, and said: "He didn't mean that, what did he mean? Qingyan, you kid, really treat my old man as old and confused? My old man is always old, but he is not confused, who is right and who is false, is my old man still unable to tell the difference? Hmph, unreasonable, I don't know who is unreasonable......

"Hehe, if you can tell the difference, you won't ......," said the old village chief mockingly.

Feng Qingyan smiled bitterly, Qigong's anger was about to be appeased, and as soon as the old village chief spoke, he wanted to continue the rhythm of firing. At this time, he had no choice but to give the old village chief a look.

After all, the old village chief is the old village chief, unlike the old men like Qigong, when he saw the look given to him by Feng Qingyan, he kept silent. Moreover, after all, the old village chief has been the village chief for twenty or thirty years, and he has never seen any strong winds and waves, so how can he be so easily suppressed by Qigong?

He once dared to even roll up his sleeves and do it, just a seven prince, how could he put it in his eyes. At that time, it was only because he hadn't reacted for a while that he weakened his momentum, after all, the changes in Qigong were too great.

"Hmph, old confused, unreasonable, can't tell right from wrong......"

Qigong was still nagging, but his anger was slowly extinguished.

Feng Qingyan waited for him to finish his chatter, and then said: "Everyone is for the development of the village, and it is not surprising that there are some differences of opinion. Let's continue to discuss and find the most suitable path for the development of the village, as the saying goes, three stinkers are better than one Zhuge Liang. Uncle Feng, let me say a few words, should the village develop tourism......

Feng Qingyan's words were completely nonsense, the purpose was to ease the atmosphere, but the effect seemed to be good, at least there was no previous tense atmosphere.

"It's more than ten o'clock, it's getting late, Qigong and the old village chief, let's talk here tonight, how about continuing tomorrow?"

When he went through a lot of nonsense, he found that it was late.

At this time, he thought for a while and said to the old village chief: "The story I made up before is still a little crude, and I will revise it when I have time, and improve the other details to make it sound more real......

Then, he suddenly discovers a very serious problem, in this story, the protagonist is not the land god, but the Taoist priest. It is precisely because of this that Qigong, Uncle Feng and others have set their sights on becoming immortals.

It's been a busy day.

"Alas!"

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but pat his head, he made up the so-called humanities, history and culture, in fact, in order to enrich the image of the land god, and then let more people believe in it.

However, it seems that the object is now mistaken ......

"Looks like it's going to take some time to think about it. Feng Qingyan shook his head, and then went home as well.

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PS: I've been squeezed off the list, I don't look at the list, I take the code words seriously, but I still have to vote.