Four hundred and twenty-seven, good at playing with knives

In the center of the secret room is a huge rectangular hall with all kinds of seats and benches.

This should be the living room.

A living room large enough to entertain forty or fifty people at the same time.

Then, in addition to the direction in which Qin Yu himself was standing, there were two doors on the other three sides of the living room, connecting the other rooms.

There are six rooms in total.

Qin Yu knew that the two rooms on the left were the study and bedroom, the two on the right were the practice rooms, and the smaller one was the meditation room; A large room for the action room.

The two rooms inside the top are treasure rooms.

The left house is gold and silver treasures, and the right house is a divine weapon.

Other daily living facilities such as kitchens, bathrooms, and toilets are also available.

"If it weren't for the underground and dim light, it would be a simple villa!"

Qin Yu strolled through the living room more than 30 meters long, and as various scenes approached, the memories in his mind became clearer and clearer.

"it...... This more green leaves, plundered so much wealth? It's the second Scrooge Grande! ”

Qin Yu is now a billionaire in the late Han Dynasty, even with his indifferent mentality of "wealth is just numbers" (cough!). Cough! ), learned about Yue Qingye's "collection", and almost turned it over.

Happy!

There are so many silver dollars, silver tickets and gold bricks?

No, I won't go to other places for the time being, so I will go to the Treasure House to review and review first.

was snickering, Qin Yu suddenly turned his ears and looked ahead.

"Who?"

With an arrow step, Qin Yu had stepped out of twenty meters away.

Although he was limited to the depletion of his spiritual power, he was temporarily unable to perform the unique "Dark Realm Divine Technique", but Qin Yu's own physique and internal strength were very strong, and he did not let go of the light skills of Kyushu Drifting Step at all.

He lightly patted the position in the middle of the nanmu lintel.

The heavy door was open on both sides.

A panicked little face appeared in front of him.

It was a half-seated child, about ten years old. With very white skin and dressed as a maid, he was probably frightened by Qin Yu's shouting.

In front of him were two small cloth bags, both of which were half-open, revealing some white silver dollars and yellow gold bricks.

"So it's you? Good boy, dare to steal...... Goods! ”

Originally, Qin Yu wanted to say. Why did you steal my belongings, you boy? Thinking about it, no, I was confused by Yue Qingye's memory, and now these treasures, before I officially collected them, could only be regarded as ownerless at best.

"All this gold and silver is mine! My family's! The little man suddenly knelt up, protected the gold and silver cloth bag in front of him, and hissed.

"Oh. Is it? Qin Yu looked at some memories, "Your name is Wen Zhou?" The youngest son of the Flame City Blazing Heaven City Lord, Liewen Zhou? ”

The little guy's eyes froze.

"You...... How do you know? ”

"Of course I do. I also know ......" Qin Yu suddenly stopped, and the following words could not be said again, it would hurt people.

At this moment, he already knew that this child's name was Wen Zhou, who had previously been the youngest son of the master of the sect, and seven years ago the Flame Gate was completely destroyed by Yue Qingye's sudden attack. Wen Zhou is young and has beautiful eyebrows. He was taken back to Aoba City by Yue Qingye and became a slave who served him.

Yue Qingye accidentally fell into a strange poison at the last moment of the battle to destroy the Flame City, and he has been in retreat for seven years, trying his best to cultivate and expel it, but he has not been able to do so, and his temper is quite bad. Wen Zhou was often trampled and trampled by him in various ways, and suffered a lot.

"Okay, take as much as you can!" Qin Yu sighed in his heart, "That old thief is dead." You, free! ”

Under the reflection of the silver dollar and gold bricks, Wen Zhou's face turned pale and looked at the tall little brother in front of him in horror.

"You...... How do you know that the master is dead? You...... You...... Seen them all? I...... I ......"

Wen Zhou opened his mouth and stammered, sweating like pulp.

"Hmm......" Qin Yu originally wanted to say in passing, of course I saw it, but he keenly noticed that the other party's expression was wrong, and he suddenly became suspicious in his heart, "How do you know?" Say it! ”

If it weren't for the fact that he knew that Yue Qingye was dead, this kid would definitely not dare to flee behind his master's back, his skills were low, and he was so young and weak, he would be caught and whipped to death if he couldn't escape from Qingye City at all.

"I ......" But when he saw Qin Yu's handsome face of persecution and ridicule, he suddenly became angry in his heart, and violently raised his thin little chest, "I killed him!" I killed him! I've already killed him! Hahahaha, how's that? That's me! The fear on his face vanished, replaced by a kind of madness.

"You killed him? You killed Yue Aoba? "Qin Yu rubbed his temples, what's going on?

"That's me! I finally killed him, forty-seven knives in all! For my family, for them! I stabbed him forty-seven times in a row! Wen Zhou's eyes shot a piercing light of hatred.

Qin Yu, a person who has been through ups and downs for so long, was pierced by his eyes, and he also felt a little uncomfortable.

"You...... Don't look at me like that. Qin Yu spread his hands, "I said, you are free!" Take your treasure bag, well, tomorrow and beyond...... Go wherever you want! However, before that, can you ...... Take me to see him? ”

"Okay, come with me!" Wen Zhou got up from the ground and said proudly.

……

in the bedroom.

on a four-wheeled vehicle.

The old man in white, angry eyes.

The white clothes were like blood, and the red covered the entire upper body.

On his chest, there is a dagger with a red hilt!

Qin Yu's eyes looked at his lower body.

Two soft and flat trouser legs hang quietly in the wheels.

"His legs ......"

"His feet were pierced by the needle board, and he was hit by my family's flaming red lips, so he couldn't force it out, and I won't tell him the solution if he was killed! He thought I didn't know...... Two years ago, he had to be cut! Wen Zhou glared at Yue Qingye's face and said calmly.

Qin Yu's back was cold, and he felt that this child's words were a little gloomy, and there was an indescribable hatred.

"Master, this should be the deity of Yue Qingye." Xiao Zhen obviously scanned it carefully, "Many meridians in the body are closed, liver qi is stagnant, and the lungs are extremely hot." The remaining true elements are very scarce, and it is indeed a sign of fire poison. It seems that he felt that his Baozhi incarnation was beheaded, and wanted to escape in a car, but the result was ......"

As a result, the little guy Wen Zhou saw the loophole and inserted forty-seven knives in a row!

The southwest generation is heroic, and the domineering Mr. Yue Qingye. In the end, he died at the hands of a child.

"Big brother, you killed his incarnation of Baozhi, right?" Qin Yu was sighing, Wen Zhou had already turned to look at him, and the gaze in his eyes was very strange.

"Yes." It was about the battle of the Ascension Immortal Kingdom, although Qin Yu didn't want this matter to be known to outsiders, so as not to destroy his temporary cooperation with Aohamen, but in the face of this little guy, he couldn't prevaricate with lies.

He knew it in his heart. You can't hide it from this child, so why let him look down on him?

Poof!

Wen Zhou suddenly knelt down towards Qin Yu and kowtowed three times.

When he looked up again, he already saw blood on his forehead and his eyes were full of tears.

"I know, without my eldest brother, I wouldn't have been able to kill this old thief! Don't dare to do it! Although his treasure plant incarnation does not know how to use a sword, he only needs to look at me. I was chilled all over my body, and I didn't dare to move. Eldest brother. You are the great benefactor of my martyr's family and the whole family! I dare not thank you for this kindness! ”

Qin Yu thought to himself: "Actually, I didn't want to kill him at all, he wanted to kill me......"

Seeing Yue Qingye's corpse, Qin Yu also understood a little, this old guy wanted to take himself. It's just for his own deity to find a better treasure temple new house.

Stealing chickens doesn't make rice, and losing your wife and breaking your soldiers! There is nothing more sorrowful in the world than this, right?

"Brother Wen Zhou, this is all fate, please get up!" Qin Yu gestured falsely. Let him get up.

"My martyr's family, there has always been revenge, and kindness must be avenged! Even though I am young and ignorant, I know this. In order to repay my brother's great kindness, I am willing to be a slave to my eldest brother, and I beg my eldest brother to take him in! Wen Zhou said firmly.

"This ......" Qin Yu was a little hesitant, he could see that although Wen Zhou's current individual development is not very good, the proportion of body bones is quite good, and his talent should be okay. But this temperament seems to be a little paranoid...... If you show it to Master, you shouldn't like it too much.

"Then, Xiaowen, how old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"Well, what do you do?"

"The villain didn't like to learn martial arts when he was young, and he liked to play in the field, so he knew a little bit about the craft of planting rice, and in addition, he could play with a knife......"

Yes, one trick is forty-seven knives! Qin Yu thought to herself.

"You still grow rice? What kind of rice? Qin Yu asked with great interestβ€”but Xiao Zhen asked him to ask.

In the Han Dynasty, except for a very small area in the south, rice was rarely seen, and it was too difficult to grow.

"The villain is good at indica." Wen Zhou said proudly.

"Indica rice, that's Champa rice! I didn't expect such a small place to have such a master of planting. Jane was surprised.

In Qin Yu's mind, a message immediately appeared: Champong rice is a high-yielding, early-maturing, and drought-tolerant rice variety produced in the Indochinese Peninsula, which was introduced to China in the Song Dynasty and quickly popularized in the Jiangnan region. Champa rice is named after its place of origin, which is located in present-day south-central Vietnam. In the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, it was first introduced to the Fujian region of China. According to the records of ancient books in China, Champa rice has many characteristics. One is "drought tolerance". The second is strong adaptability, "born regardless of location". Third, the growth period is short, only more than 50 days from planting to harvesting.

"Good at?" A hint of ridicule flashed in Qin Yu's eyes, of course, it was deliberate, "How many catties can an acre produce?" ”

"Two seasons a year, the yield per mu can reach more than 5 stones." Wen Zhou replied proudly.

"Five stones?" Qin Yu frowned, he hadn't paid attention to the unit of measurement of the farmhouse here, he only knew that the two catties were relatively close to the end of the Han Dynasty, and one catty was roughly equivalent to half a catty in modern times. It's not clear how many pounds a stone is.

"Master, one stone here is equivalent to ...... Hyundai 95 pounds. 5 stone is less than 500 pounds. Two seasons a year, less than 1,000 catties. "Xiao Zhen is skillful, and with a little conversion, she has come to a conclusion.

"What's that...... Probably quite a lot, right? Qin Yu doesn't understand this very well, and his intuition is very high.

"It's okay in this day and age! In the future paddy field, the yield per mu is not 2,000 catties, and I am embarrassed to say that I am growing rice. Xiao Zhen replied lightly.

Wipe...... It's a force of a qualification!

You can't be too small...... Qin Yu secretly slandered, are you praising or squeezing?

(Author's note: In the era of the protagonist's previous life, Yuan's hybrid rice had an average yield of about 2,000 catties per mu. to the time of Jane 200 years later...... It's hard to estimate, maybe it won't be so productive. οΌ‰

"Master, I want this child, I can go to Sanjiang Poppy to be the companion of the little golden retriever." Xiao Zhen's last sentence exposed her true heart, and she was very happy. (To be continued......)

PS: Because there is a brick Ah Fei in "Xuantian Battle Armor", it ...... You know!