After washing, Aunt Chun, who was full of worry, fed Lin Ning breakfast spoonful by spoonful.

Lin Ning's psychological age in his second life was originally unbearable to be taken care of like a child.

It's just Aunt Chun's gentle and resolute posture that he can't refuse.

"This dragon blood rice is specially asked by me and Wu Niang, it is the best for the body, Ning'er eats more......"

Dragon's blood rice is twice as long as ordinary rice grains, and the whole body is red and crystalline, and it smells strangely fragrant.

Lin Ning knew from Lin Xiaoning's memories that in this world, dragon blood rice was more valuable than gold.

Informal channels, the same weight of dragon's blood rice, is even more expensive than the same amount of gold.

Because of the second-rate masters who practice martial arts in this world, if they want to go further, they must eat dragon blood rice to nourish their essence and blood, which Lin Ning had never heard of when he read martial arts novels in his previous life.

Even if an ordinary martial artist can eat dragon blood rice, it is also very good for strengthening the muscles and bones of Peiyuan.

It can be said that dragon blood rice is one of the necessary conditions to become a first-class master, and it is indispensable!

It's just that the cultivation of this dragon blood rice can only be mastered by the three major dynasties of Qin, Chu, and Qi.

In addition to these three families, whoever dares to meddle in this path will be exterminated by the three major dynasties.

However, thanks to this, the world is not worried about "chivalry and banning with force".

But big black households like Qingyunzhai have to pay a great price if they want to survive and grow.

The goods that he hunted with his blood and sweat throughout the year were basically given to others in exchange for expensive dragon blood rice.

But if you don't want to be bullied and exterminated, you must ensure strong force, and dragon blood rice is indispensable.

First-class masters like Lin Long and Tian Hu, in the final analysis, died for this dragon's blood rice.

"Aunt Chun, I'm not even a third-rate master, I don't have to ask for dragon blood rice in the future, it's a waste to eat, and it's easy to get nosebleeds......"

After going through the ins and outs of this dragon blood rice in his mind, Lin Ning sighed at the miracle of creation and said to Aunt Chun.

Aunt Chun ignored this and only asked, "After eating this porridge, do you feel better?" ”

Lin Ning smiled: "How can it be so fast...... I felt hot in my stomach. ”

Aunt Chun looked at Lin Ning dotingly, and said: "It's good to be hot, your body is getting better quickly, let An Langzhong come to show you in a while......" Seeing that Lin Ning was still going to say something, Aunt Chun said: "It's not that I don't understand Wu Niang, I don't know her hard work." It's just that this cottage originally belonged to the Lin family, it was the big boss, and you are the only son of the big boss. At any time, you can't forget this! ”

Lin Ning: "......"

I don't want to have a deep meaning in this, and I look down on people.

Seeing that she had persuaded Lin Ning, Aunt Chun smiled gently and said, "Ning'er, you are so good at giving birth to your body, you don't have to think too much about the rest." I'll bring you some books in a moment, and you'll be relieved...... You should also take a look at the martial arts secrets that your father left you. But if you learn one percent, you won't be hurt like this, will you? It's a pity that it's still a little late......"

After Lin Ning finished eating, Aunt Chun wiped the corners of her mouth for him with a handkerchief, covered the corners of the quilt, and then packed up the dishes and chopsticks and left.

……

After the end of the decade.

Shanzhai meeting hall, Juyi Hall.

Tian Wuniang, the big boss, was sitting on the tiger skin chair in the middle, with no joy or sorrow on her face, and she was silent.

There was silence in the hall.

Over the past year or so, the power she has accumulated with her iron-blooded hands has made people awe-inspired, but they have ignored her age and picturesque face.

There were two rows of chairs in the hall, and several other heads of family were seated.

In the middle of the lobby, there was a gray-haired old man, who was not the head of the cottage, but the head of the cottage.

When Lin Ning's grandfather was the owner of the cottage, the old man surnamed Sun was in charge of the chores in the cottage.

Today, it has been more than fifty years.

Conscientious and conscientious, never went wrong, so he is quite respected by the cottage people.

Although the old man is not in charge, the cottage calls him Uncle Sun.

Next to Uncle Sun, standing was Aunt Chun who was crying silently.

After the tea effort, Xu couldn't bear Aunt Chun's "tearful magic skill", Uncle Sun sighed, and wondered: "Spring girl, even in front of several masters, the old man still can't answer you anymore." Speaking of which, you are also an old man in the village, when you know that the dragon blood rice in the cottage is not easy to come by, a total of 100 catties a year, now it is only June, just over half of the year, and the inventory in the warehouse has consumed sixty and a half percent! The key is that Brother Ning can't learn martial arts, but he eats such treasures all year round, it stands to reason that after eating so much, a first-class master has been piled up, but Brother Ning has eaten so much and has no reaction, why bother? It's not easy for them to be in charge......"

When Aunt Chun heard this, she burst into tears and said, "Uncle Sun, Ning'er is the only blood and blood of the boss and his wife. He was injured like that, eating dragon blood rice will maintain the injury, if there is no dragon blood rice will nourish the body bones, in case there is a good one, I am dead now, and I don't have the face to see the boss and his wife......"

"You ......"

Old Sun Cangtou was speechless by Aunt Chun's words.

If Lin Ning is really in danger, or seriously injured, he must be hanged by dragon blood rice, and he will not be a miser.

But Lin Ning's body and bones are clearly already well raised, and such precious dragon blood rice has been eaten for ten days in a row, even several big masters have never been so extravagant, where can they continue to waste such precious things!

The dragon's blood rice is said to be watered by dragon's blood, but it is clearly watered by the people of the cottage with blood and sweat.

In the past year, I have robbed everywhere, how many injuries and blood have been shed, and even how many lives have been lost, so in the end, can I exchange so many catties of dragon blood rice in the black market?

Don't say it, let's just say that today's big boss is clearly still a little girl, but after her father Tian Hu died of a heavy blow last year, she took the people in the cottage to fight a few groups of enemies, and the enemies killed were afraid and powerful, so that the lintel of the thirteen families of Qingyun Village would not fall.

He personally led people to rob the Quartet, which was enough for a year.

This process is so difficult and thrilling, others don't know, don't your own people in the cottage know?

How many injuries did Wu Niang suffer and how much blood did she shed?

Even if Lin Ning is the only bloodline of the old master, he can't abuse those hard-won dragon blood rice like this!

Uncle Sun sank his face, and he wanted to say something more, but Tian Wuniang, who had been silent above, suddenly said: "Uncle Sun, if Aunt Chun wants anything, you can give it to her." You don't have to worry about dragon blood rice, I'll change some more in a few days. ”

Wu Niang's voice is different from the crisp and sweet Jiu Niang, her voice is slightly sandy, and in the cold and cold, she has her own majesty, which is not to be underestimated.

Hearing her say this, Uncle Sun opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't say anything more, sighed, and nodded in response.

Aunt Chun on the side turned red, hesitated, gritted her teeth and said: "Just the last two taels, starting from tomorrow, I will cook porridge with white rice for Ning'er, and I will eat it once in the next ten days." No matter how bad it is, it's his life, who let him be such a big child, and still mess around with Jiuniang......"

Hearing her say this, the faces of everyone in the council hall were complicated.

Now in the cottage, it is thought that Lin Ning is just playing with Jiu Niang, and there are probably only Aunt Chun and Jiu Niang......

Tian Wuniang, who was sitting on the tiger skin chair, heard this, her slender phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she said lightly: "Aunt Chun doesn't have to be like this, you take care of him, what should you use, just ask Uncle Sun for it." For the rest, I'll figure it out. ”

When Aunt Chun heard this, she looked at Wu Niang's calm and dignified face, and then looked at the gloomy faces of several other masters, slowly shed tears, and said, "Big boss, I know it's not easy for you." When Madame is here, she loves you the most, and she is closer than Ning'er. If she sees you doing such a difficult thing now, Mrs. will be distressed, and she will scold Ning'er for not being angry. The same is true of the bosses...... Now that I'm old, how many more days can I take care of Ning'er? If I close my eyes one day, I still hope that the big boss and a few masters will read it in the face of the old boss and his wife, so as to give Ning'er a way to live. Although he is a little anxious, his heart is not bad......"

"Smack!"

The black-faced bearded man sitting on the first chair on the right was full of anger, and his right hand smashed into his left hand with a fist, suppressing his anger, and said loudly to Aunt Chun: "What is this called?!" ”

He is now the third master of the cottage, named Hu Dashan, nicknamed Sainiutou, also nicknamed Sai Daniutou.

He is one of the two first-class masters in the cottage, with a violent personality and fierce knife skills.

Seeing him angrily questioning, Aunt Chun didn't answer, but just cried silently, as if she had been bullied greatly......

Seeing this, Hu Dashan almost suffocated to death in one breath, but under the frowning and forced gaze of the man opposite, he could only suppress his anger, grabbed the teacup on the wooden table next to him, and drank the tea in one gulp, and he was still angry, and he couldn't wait to chew the teacup and swallow it.

The man on the left side is much thinner, holding a folding fan, with a strange face and a pockmarked face, but his expression is serious, he sighed and said to Aunt Chun: "Sister Chun, they are all old friends for twenty and a half years, what can't you say well, why do you bother to say such things to provoke us?" Even if Xiao Ning is ...... But no matter what, how can I not give him a way to live? When you say that, you are really condescending to us. ”

He is the second leader of Qingyun Village, named Fang Lin, and he is outstanding.

If the others wanted to say anything more, they heard Wu Niang's flat voice: "Aunt Chun, let's go back first, and when he is sixteen years old next year, I will marry him." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone changed color.

Even if everyone knows that Lin Long and his wife loved Tian Wuniang at the beginning, Lin Long died to save Tian Hu, and he and Tian Hu made a marriage before they died.

However, after Lin Xiaoning's series of deaths, especially the harm to Tian Hu, and the act of attacking Jiu Niang ten days ago, everyone in the cottage would not talk about the marriage again, including Aunt Chun!

But I don't want to, Wu Niang still knows this family business......

Except for Aunt Chun's surprise and shame, the other people's expressions were very surprised.

However, after all, no one said anything, only felt that Wu Niang, a good girl, was suffering.

After watching a tragedy, they all felt that the matter was extremely entangled. It is conceivable how bitter Wu Niang's heart should be......

I just hope that someone can cherish the blessings, so that they can do it for themselves, and no longer be a demon.

……

Qingyunzhai Mozhu Courtyard is located in the middle of the North Mountain, named after the lush ink bamboo in the back half of the mountain.

This is the best set of courtyards in the cottage, which was originally lived by Lin Long and his wife.

After the two passed away, it was Lin Xiaoning's residence, and Aunt Chun also lived here to take care of him.

In front of the five large brick houses, there is a front yard surrounded by a wooden fence, and a spring that leads from the depths of the bamboo forest in the backyard converges into a stream, passes through the clusters of flowers, and gathers around a bamboo pavilion to form a shallow pond, and finally flows down the mountain along the cobblestone river, through the fence.

It's a pity that this spring water is too small, and it can't flow down from the north mountain to the foot of the mountain, and it disappears without a trace.

In addition to the Mozhu Courtyard, the people in the cottage can only use water over two mountains and go to the Canglan River in the west to fetch water to eat.

Carrying water is also a morning class for children in the cottage to practice every day......

Of course, these have nothing to do with Lin Ning.

The original owner, as a princeling of the cottage, has never picked up a water, but is willing to run to the riverside when he has nothing to do......

The afternoon sun was not so scorching, and Lin Ning, who was mostly healed from his injuries, lived in the Moon Pavilion, lying on a bamboo chair and gently rocking.

Holding an ancient scroll in his hand, there is a purple sand teapot on the stone table next to him, and a teacup next to the teapot pours seven points of tea, and the aroma is curling.

It is quite a mood of stealing half a day's leisure......

It's just that it was a leisurely and quiet scene, but it was ruined by the solemn look on Lin Ning's face and the ecstatic gaze that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

But I don't know what it is that can make a person who has been honed and up and down in his previous life for half his life still show such a gaffe look......

……