The days under the fence must be uncomfortable.

Fang Yu's abacus was very loud, with his many years of experience, a child with a foreign surname like Meng Qing would definitely be excluded in the big family. Moreover, eating people with short hands and soft mouths, Meng Qing must face a particularly embarrassing situation, no matter what kind of oppression he faces, he can only endure it temporarily, otherwise the family will cut off your assistance.

And with this young master's proud temperament, he will definitely not be able to resist the temptation to have his own strength, Fang Yu said firmly.

But he never expected that the people of this family would ...... The style of painting is so strange.

"Brother Meng, do you want to go for a morning run together today?"

"Brother Meng, this is the sword book my father gave me, I will borrow it from you, you remember it. ”

"Brother Meng! My father picked up the blood lingzhi a few days ago! I got rich! I cut a small piece, you go back and throw it in the porridge to make up for it. ”

To sum up, because there was nothing he wanted, Meng Qing directly rejected him.

Of course, this is just Meng Qing's unilateral rhetoric.

Fang Yu couldn't figure it out, why were the people of this family so pure?

But it doesn't matter, he understands the routines, the big family, at the beginning, he must do some superficial work, within a week, Meng Qing will feel the disregard of those "clansmen" under the hypocrisy and enthusiasm, and then he will sign a contract with him, and when his luck arrives, he will study how to help Meng Qing improve his strength, and engage other luck people to obtain luck, so that after a virtuous circle, hehe......

With such thoughts, Fang Yu watched coldly, maintaining a cold demeanor that I will ignore you if you don't look for me......

But...... Fang Yu was still too young.

Half a month passed, and for half a month, Meng Qing kept hanging him out as if he had never appeared.

Such a big book, a big guy who looks so awesome!! Why don't you hug your thighs quickly, !! deliver food?!!

Fang Yu would hold expectations every day before going to bed, and go online to check Meng Qing's historical movements that day.

...... If he didn't check, it would be fine, this check, he felt that he was full of lemon sourness.

If he didn't know that this person was so nourished, he wouldn't have held the quilt and coveted others every night.

Meng Qing is not at all the same as the protagonist of the waste firewood flow he imagined, this young man...... is handsome and has high emotional intelligence, coupled with a miserable life experience and sympathy, he has laid a world in the Lin family in a few days, and he has the demeanor of a small collective leader.

Fang Yu felt that this was no longer a matter of luck.

This is a social skill that an otaku like him will never learn - aka personality charm.

But he didn't covet this, after all, he couldn't learn it.

Mainly......

In the past few days, this kid has flickered a book of basic outer door exercises from the elder of the pavilion, and he has been figuring out this thing every day at night recently, and he hasn't seen him for a while, and he has started.

Fang Yu is sour! He also wants to learn!!

However, the exercises were indeed in hand, Fang Yu peeked at Meng Qing's flip book and memorized it and copied it back.

But he realized, no, thoroughly.

He can follow the exercises, fantasize that he is exercising, fantasize that something has gone through his meridians over and over again, and finally converge together in the lower abdomen, shiver, and then feel comfortable.

Doesn't it seem like there's any problem? Isn't this a normal cultivation process, don't everyone else do it?

That's the big problem.

This is all his fantasy, whether it is the abnormality in the meridians or the trembling that rises from the lower abdomen, it does not exist on the material level.

He couldn't feel the aura of the outside world.

Things like "contemplating the world with oneself" written in the small book in Meng Qing's hand were of no use to him at all.

Fang Yu had to wonder if he was really mediocre.

Fortunately, his ability to self-hypnosis is really powerful, and every time this idea arises, he is swiped by the thought of "how is it possible for me to be so awesome".

I have to say that Fang Zhonger is really not qualified to say that others are second, and his self-confidence makes people who know the inside story seem very confused, and almost really think that this exercise is particularly spicy.

The fact is that although the outer door exercises in Meng Qing's hand are easy to understand and not the top, they are also solid and have a solid foundation, no matter what he specializes in in the future, there will be no conflict, and it is the exercises carefully selected by the elder for him.

After all...... The top cultivation techniques are all secrets that are not passed down in the family, and they will not be given to an outsider like Meng Qing who doesn't know when to leave.

Fang Yu sighed, it was very difficult for him to do it......

Over there, Meng Qing refused to sign the contract, he couldn't get the luck value, and his cultivation progress here was not good, and things came to an impasse.

Do you think Fang Yu is sitting still? No, Fang Yu rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go somewhere else to make extra money.

Although he had already bound Meng Qing, he didn't say that the contract could only be signed by one person......

You have to keep a few hands on everything.

"You're going to town?" Father Fang sat on the wooden bench, smashing his mouth, frowning, his expression was not very good-looking, "It's still the autumn harvest these days, you might as well help the family do more work if you have this time." ”

"I went with Zhu Qiang. Fang Yu was a little helpless, he had long expected that Father Fang would not agree, "I'll just go to see the world, besides, what kind of work can I do with my small body?"

"Why can't you work? Second brother, his brother Dan'er, is not busy working in the fields every day, and you helped the family to hunt game a few months ago? Why haven't you done it recently?" Fang Yu still kept a straight face, Fang Yu always felt that he still had a cigarette in his mouth.

Speaking of this, Fang Yu was a little sullen, he was busy going to the private school in the morning recently, and he had to think about the system and Meng Qing in the afternoon, where did he get the time to predict the range of the hare's activities and arrange traps, and it was almost the same to dig out the snake's nest in winter, if he didn't die, "I'll go for three days, and it won't be delayed for a long time." ”

Father Fang's persuasion here was unsuccessful, and Fang Yu turned his attention to Mother Fang again.

He threw himself into Fang's mother's arms, rubbing her coquettishly, his eyes showed a look of help, and after a closer look, he could still see pity from this half-sized son.

Fang's mother touched his head, a little embarrassed, and didn't know how to speak, "We can't pull away these days...... Your dad is worried that you will have a problem going alone......"

"I know. Fang Yu interrupted her and smiled at her, "But I don't want to spend my whole life in the fields, Zhu Qiang said that there are many capable people in the town recently, and I want to learn the craft." ”

He had to go, he knocked Zhu Qiang on the side for several days, and Zhu Qiang relented and asked his father to take them to see the world.

Probably because the incident scared their family before, I hadn't seen what their family had revealed before, Fang Yu guessed.

The supernatural phenomenon doesn't seem to be a good thing, and the people in the village avoid it, as if the Meng family's affairs have never happened, which is really unsettling.

"Hey, you're still disgusted, let me tell you, without this land, our family can't afford to eat now. Father Fang's eyes widened, he picked up the chopsticks casually, and made a gesture to hit Fang Yu, but Fang Yu hurriedly said to forgive.

"Then will you let me go?" Fang Yu smiled hippie and nestled in his wife's arms and coquettishly coquettished him.

Father Fang snorted and said, "Go ahead, don't come back if something happens, shameful things, what's good about learning those things." ”

He slapped his chopsticks, put his hands behind his back, and walked away scolding.

Fang Yu fixed his eyes, yo, Father Fang went in the direction of the master's house.

Fang's mother patted him on the back and comforted him, "Your father is hard-mouthed, leave him alone." ”

"Hmm. Fang Yu succeeded, and immediately settled down and responded obediently.

A few days later, Fang Yu went to the entrance of the village early to wait for Zhu Qiang's family, holding the silver that his father asked for from the master's house and the money he had saved, a total of less than three taels, and licked his mouth nervously.

"Mu ......" The little maid of the Zhu family drove the ox cart, followed by the two fathers and sons of the Zhu family and some sundries.

The ox cart stopped in front of Fang Yu, Zhu Qiang stretched out his hand, ready to pull him up, Fang Yu first greeted Zhu's father obediently, in exchange for a black face that the other party could not say kind, and then held Zhu Qiang's hand, lightly exerted, and jumped into the car.

The road leading from their small mountain village to the town is not very crowded, and unlike the smooth path in the village, it has not been trampled by the iron horses of reality, and it is extremely uneven. Zhu Qiang pulled the baffle, the little whip flicked, and the ox cart staggered onto the road, almost not shaking out Fang Yu's overnight meal yesterday.

Zhu Qiang and Zhu Father have adapted well, except that Zhu Qiang's face is a little green.

At first, Zhu Qiang planned to chat with Fang Yu about the egg or something, but soon lost his momentum, shrank to the side dizzily, and pulled the hem of Zhu's father's clothes against him to pretend to sleep.

The ox cart swayed for a morning, and before the sun was up, Fang Yu opened his eyes, and was woken up by the cart for the eighth time, a little irritable, and simply continued to study his new business that had not improved.

He opened the appraiser, glanced at the duck eggs on his luck value, sneered, skimmed over nonchalantly, and pointed at Zhu Qiang and his father.

[Zhu Qiang: Luck 9]

[Zhu He: Luck 8]

Oh no.

If the luck of the person who can barely eat is 1 (refer to the single Uncle Wang next door to his house), then the luck of the rich family is 5, which refers to the kind of money in the ordinary sense, and can go to school to cultivate sentiment after paying taxes and eating well, not the kind of hanging that rivals the rich country.

And the Zhu family's situation, I don't know if their family has a little too much land or they are a little ...... in other directions

Fang Yu quietly glanced at the two of them, father and son, and quietly withdrew his gaze.

In order to verify that his appraiser did not have a convulsion today, he also specially tested his coachman.

[Zhang San: Luck 2]

He confirmed his guess, and he looked forward to the one-day trip to Jiangzhen that he was waiting for.