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Yi Ping frowned, and only pressed the dialogue button when the ringtone was about to stop automatically.

"Yi Ping, hehe, my grandfather wants to talk to you, and he just wants to confirm one thing."

A hurried voice came from the phone, it was Yi Shaoxuan's.

"Confirm one thing?" Yi Ping suddenly pondered.

The ancestor of the Yi family in Kyoto, listening to this name, should be the oldest person in the Yi family in Kyoto, and he can be regarded as the most knowledgeable person.

At this time, I actually asked myself about something, and it seems that this situation is quite special.

"Do you know what's going on?" Yi Ping asked.

"I don't know, but it seems to have something to do with rice." Yi Shaoxuan replied smutteringly.

He learned that he was in the hands of Yi Ping in Taoyuan County, and it had been spread all over Kyoto, and he hated Yi Ping so much that his teeth were about to burst.

His mother called him angrily and said that she would find someone to go to Mengshan Yi's house for evaluation.

Yi Shaoxuan was so frightened that his hair was about to stand on end.

He has a handle in Yi Ping's hands, and if the other party is angry, he will definitely take revenge.

Yi Shaoxuan didn't dare to touch Yi Ping's tiger whiskers now, so he hurriedly explained to his mother to calm her anger.

said a lot of good things, and then reluctantly agreed to stop troublesome with Mengshanyi's family.

Yi Shaoxuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

I didn't expect to receive a call from my grandfather today, saying that he wanted Yiping's phone number.

Yi Shaoxuan knew that You Keqing had this fart worm, but no matter what you said, You Keqing was very resolute, just not handing over Yi Ping's phone.

Yi Shaoxuan also knew that the lovely wooden fish was still in Yi Ping's hands, and he had to listen to Yi Ping's every move!

Therefore, he decided to ask You Keqing to ask Yi Ping.

Seeing You Keqing call Yi Ping with his own eyes, he didn't expect that after a day of calling, the other party's mobile phone has been turned off.

In the evening, the other party finally took the initiative to call, Yi Shaoxuan was overjoyed, but he was rejected without thinking.

Ruthlessly, Yi Shaoxuan let You Keqing beat again.

Yi Ping actually took it this time.

However, this time Yi Ping did not tell whether to give the phone number.

Yi Ping heard that it had something to do with rice, and pondered for a while.

More than 1,000 years ago, the Kyoto Yijia would give 500 tons of rice to the Mengshan Yijia every year, and as for its use, it may be recorded in the Kyoto Yijia.

Perhaps, this Yi ancestor understands this, and thinks that the Mengshan Yi family has found its inheritance, so he is raising rice from the hungry ghost gate.

"No need. You tell him that he is what comes to mind. Yi Ping said crisply.

After speaking, Yi Ping cut off the phone, turned off the phone directly, and threw the phone on the sofa.

"Let that ancestor bother with his own brains." Yi Ping muttered.

Whether or not the ancestors of the Yi family in Kyoto knew the purpose of raising rice did not mean anything to Yi Ping.

In this era, rice was not as scarce as it was more than a thousand years ago.

As long as you have money, you can buy it, if you can't buy it at home, you can buy it abroad.

Yi Ping is not uncommon, and the Yi family in Kyoto, like more than a thousand years ago, pasted their faces and took the initiative to pay tribute to tons of rice every year.

"If you want to hug Mengshan Yijia's thighs, it depends on whether you know whether you know it." Yi Ping lay down on the sofa and said triumphantly.

He now has purple-level wooden fish, spells, and ghost babies that can be promoted to purple-level.

His own barbarian witch level has reached the orange level, and the fighting technique is a second-order high stage supported by the "Three Recitation Sutras".

With this ability on the rivers and lakes, he can be regarded as an out-and-out master, not to mention, he is only sixteen years old now.

Although Kyoto Yijia has some fame in Kyoto, it has not been looked at by Yi Ping.

Yi Ping sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed and rested for a while, his eyes slowly swept over the furnishings in the hall, slightly regretful.

"It would be nice if I could be more popular, it's really boring to be accompanied by two ghost babies a day."

The TV and computer in the room are not connected to the outside world, so they can only be viewed as decorations.

"I hope Luo Xibin's laptop will come sooner." He was secretly expecting.

This night, I read a book in Yiping Villa and then went to sleep.

In the Kyoto compound, Yi Hongliu, who had been anxiously waiting all day, finally received a call from Yi Shaoxuan.

"He said what I thought was what?" Yi Hongliu yelled loudly into the phone.

After hearing the other party's affirmative reply again, Yi Hongliu's hand holding the microphone began to tremble, and bloodshot appeared on his two eyeballs.

"This thing turned out to be true, no wonder there was a vision in Mengshan District, it seems that it can't be fake!"

"The former behemoth of the Mengshan Yi family is about to rise! It seems that the Kyoto Yi family has to do something. Yi Hongliu muttered in his mouth.

A few days ago, he heard that the Mengshan Yi family was blackmailing Yi Shaoxuan for 500 tons of rice, and he immediately felt that something was wrong.

He's not a coated green man, he doesn't understand anything.

After thinking about it, he remembered that there seemed to be an ancestral notebook that vaguely mentioned the ins and outs of this item.

It took Yi Hongliu two days to finally find the content in a pamphlet that was almost reduced to a pulp.

"500 tons of rice, the mission of the hungry ghost gate, the inheritance of the tradition of Mengshan Yijia"

The book was tattered and the handwriting was illegible, but some of the key phrases were still recognizable.

After some combing, Yi Hongliu came up with the inside story of the transaction between Kyoto Yijia and Mengshan Yijia.

"That's how 500 tons of rice came from." Carefully closing the booklet, Yi Hongliu looked excited.

The strength of the Mengshan Yi family, the foundation is so strong, it is really not comparable to other inheritances!

"I'll have to ask that kid named Yi in person."

Yi Hongliu couldn't wait to find Yi Shaoxuan's phone number and decided to find out the truth about this matter in person.

Next, he called Yi Shaoxuan's phone, and first asked Yi Ping in detail about the blackmail process, and not a word was missed.

Yi Hongliu pondered for a moment and immediately ordered Yi Shaoxuan to find a way to get Yi Ping's mobile phone number.

Tonight, finally got the information.

Although that sentence reveals a tone of love and ignorance, this shows that the other party has confidence and courage.

Suppose, the other party posted it with a flattering face and said, "We have been inherited." ”

This is suspicious.

Mengshan Yi family, who is not arrogant?

His eyes swept over the three small boxes on the table, and he suddenly felt full of confidence, what the Mengshan Yi family could do more than a thousand years ago, who would not be able to do it after more than a thousand years.

The power of that inheritance is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Hmph, if there is the Mengshan Yi family as a back, the Kyoto Yi family will definitely rise soon, and other families, hehe. So, Qi Ziche and Lan Juexuan, don't think about the idea of playing these three small boxes! ”

Yi Hongliu decisively picked up the phone and called Yi Shaoxuan again.

"You kid listen to me, Ma Rang asked me the uncle of the Mengshan Yi family, if 500 tons of rice is enough, if not, Qian'er 800 tons will see if it is okay."