After Liu Han very skillfully threw the matter in his hand to everyone, he pillowed his hands behind his head, and his expression was full of sadness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"The village chief..... When are you coming back......."

At the same time, Yao Ziqiang expressed the same emotion in Yangcun.

In front of him was a thick stack of white paper, which was the latest situation of the sheep village and the transformation base.

In the months since Li Fan left, the entire sheep village has been developing according to the plan formulated by Li Fan.

I am afraid that I will make a mistake and disrupt the development of Yang Village.

But now there's a key problem.

According to Li Fan's plan, it should be time to buy slaves again.

Li Fan proposed that the development of Yangcun should be like a snowball, developing faster and faster.

As the problems and difficulties are overcome, the whole should burst with unparalleled vitality.

The purple dinar had been cut out, a whole large box.

Enough to buy thousands of slaves, all kinds of domestic animals, and countless tools and raw materials.

But Li Fan is not here, who dares to go to the Emerald City to trade?

Who can guarantee that there will be no mistakes?

Seeing that winter is coming again, the months-long winter does not require too much farm work, which is the best time to summarize the past half a year and formulate the next development plan.

But the most core character is missing.

Yao Ziqiang is not as worried about the village chief's accident as everyone else.

Knowing the ability of the ancestors, he believed that no one in this world could kill the ancestors.

I'm afraid something is delaying.

Yao Ziqiang sighed, could only pick up the statistical reports in front of him again, and began to think about what to do next if the ancestor really didn't come back.

...........

Li Fan finally returned to the village when the first snow fell.

didn't care about the "senior" cadres of Yang Village who came in a hurry, Li Fan plunged into the canteen.

His eyes were green, and he asked the cook to serve him quickly.

The frightened chef slowed down a large table of meals in front of the savior in the hearts of everyone in the sheep village and base.

It's also a coincidence, if it wasn't just after the meal, Li Fan would probably have to wait for a long time if he wanted to eat this table.

Yao Ziqiang, Pei Yuming and others, who were standing on the side, swallowed a mouthful of saliva together, and looked at the village chief as if he hadn't eaten for several months, and threw himself on the dining table.

Li Fan held the rice with tears in his eyes and frantically planed all kinds of vegetables.

Because the yield of potatoes is really amazing, now the people of Yangcun have developed a series of classic dishes of the big foodie empire such as shredded potatoes, mashed potatoes, beef stewed potatoes and so on.

The chef rubbed his hands together while carefully observing the object of Li Fan's dishes.

I hope to find a pattern in this and make a dish that will satisfy the village chief in the future.

After looking at it for a while, the chef noticed that he was a little tired.

The village chief didn't touch any of the potatoes and roast beef, which won the first place in the "best dish in my mind" in the secret ballot of the Yangcun canteen.

In addition, shredded green pepper pork, fish-flavored shredded pork, etc., as long as there is meat, the village chief has not eaten it!

On the contrary, those green and pleasant vegetables are quite popular with the village chief.

Does the village chief not eat meat?

The clever chef made a secret note of this.

Li Fan put down the fourth bowl of rice in his hand, picked up the freshly squeezed juice next to him and drank it all, only then did he burp and let out a beautiful breath.

Potatoes have long been eaten, and it is difficult to find all kinds of wild vegetables in winter.

So along the way, Li Fan relied on fish and some stupid little animals to return to the village.

Grilled fish and barbecue are indeed delicious, but just eating these for two months will make you know what pain is.

After digesting it for a while, Li Fancai gestured leisurely, Yao Ziqiang hurriedly followed, and the two came to a small room specially used for meetings.

Li Fan walked back and forth in the room to digest the bulging stomach of the support, and asked by the way

"Lao Yao, tell me about the situation in the village recently, is there anything wrong?"

Yao Ziqiang hurriedly took out a small notebook from his arms and handed it to him.

Li Fan took the small notebook and quickly turned it aside, and sighed lightly

"Lao Yao, that's right, it's no problem to raise five sheep villages with grain now, right?"

Yao Ziqiang nodded and said proudly

"Well, thanks to your guidance, Ancestor, I didn't expect livestock to work so well with something called a plow!

A cow can do the work of several people, and the seeds you gave are amazing, compared to those things you see in the wild.

These seeds grow much more than the wild ones, and they taste good.

Some of the small numbers are taken care of by Sun Mancang personally, and no one is allowed to touch them, and whoever touches them is in a hurry. ”

Li Fan nodded slowly and continued to look at the small book.

Then he saw a familiar name

"Chopsticks, have chopsticks already come to Sheep Village, so fast?"

Yao Ziqiang had a very good impression of this young man who was born as a slave but had a very high ideological consciousness, and hurriedly said

"Ancestor, according to the "political review" you left for the political commissar before leaving, the chopsticks not only passed the political review, but also performed very positively, and began to emerge in many tasks.

Liu Han now treats him as his right and left hand!"

Li Fan was slightly distracted, and the thin boy seemed to appear in front of him again, and said softly in a calm but extremely sad voice

"I ,... It's called chopsticks... I also have a younger brother... It's called Little Radish Head ........"

Secretly keeping the chopsticks in his heart, Li Fan put down his notebook and continued to ask

"How's the school going?"

Because his grandson is in school, Yao Ziqiang knows the situation of the school well

"The school now has a total of 72 students, and they are in a large classroom, and Xia Xiaohua is the fastest learner, and she has now self-taught to high school.

When you are away, Xia Xiaohua is in class.

Now all the children have graduated from the first grade and can recite the three-character sutra, multiplication formulas, and other knowledge, and will all transfer to the second grade next year.

That's right... Ancestor, can you gain anything from this trip?"

Li Fan stopped, and the machine tools that tickled his heart began to float in front of his eyes.

And that mysterious Nuwa.

After a long time, he said

"There's... And it's a big catch!"

Yao Ziqiang stood up and said in surprise

"Could it be that there are other ancestors?"

In Yao Ziqiang's simple worldview, as long as he is an ancestor, he must have the power to turn decay into magic like Li Fan!

Li Fan shook his head

"No one has survived, the last one has died more than seven hundred years ago, but I have gained more than I found a few people!

And this!"

In Yao Ziqiang's surprised and expectant eyes, Li Fan snapped his fingers and took out a big iron box or something like that from the box hanging behind the dog's egg.

"Ancestor, what is this?"

Li Fan patted the big iron box with high spirits

"Artifact - Ultra-shortwave radio!"