Baozhu nodded hurriedly.

"That's it, big brother said the same thing, they're so annoying!"

Song Shuyun's heart sank for no reason, and her breathing began to be difficult again.

She adjusted for a while before she slowly calmed down, and then took over the task while no one was paying attention to her.

"Main quest: End the civil strife in Kwong. Reward: 5000 luck. ”

"Side quest one: save the lives of the client's three children. Reward: 50 Soul Power, 50 Luck. ”

"Side quest 2: Give the three children a calm and carefree living environment for the rest of their lives. Reward: Special Item (Mother's Heart). ”

"Side quest three: Kill all the soldiers who entered Zhangzhuang. Reward: 50 Soul Power, 50 Luck. ”

When Song Shuyun saw five thousand luck, her eyes almost burst out.

She's been on a mission for so long, and it's the first time she's seen so much luck! She didn't get excited with joy, but shouted out the streamer nervously.

"Streamer! That's what you told me, what can definitely be done? You tell me, Zhao Sanniang is a peasant woman, ugly, incapable, and not good at her body, how can I end the civil strife! Tell me, how am I going to end the civil strife? Am I rebelling?!"

"Your system streamer has been offline, please leave a message if you have something, we will reply to you within 24 hours, please forgive me for the inconvenience caused. Thank you for your support. Another: I wish good people a safe life! ”

Song Shuyun: ヽ('⌒?? メ)ノ

"Get out of here!"

After saying that, she almost rolled over and got up.

It took a while for a while to slowly dissipate.

Sure enough, opportunities and gains coexist, and Shu Jue didn't give so much luck to kill Qiao Xinyun, which shows the difficulty of this task!

But think about it, after all, killing Qiao Xinyun was done with his own attributes, but this task, no matter how strong the attributes are, it is useless.

You can't assassinate the emperor, the prince and the uncle...... Wipe out the royal family of Kwong Guo!

That's probably not more difficult than rebellion.

Song Shuyun was upset.

But the current thing is to raise his own combat effectiveness, not to mention anything else, just say that the task of killing all the soldiers who entered Zhangzhuang cannot be completed by ordinary people!

Song Shuyun gave it a try, he couldn't cultivate the Mixed Heaven Dao Sutra here, but he could cultivate the Liu Family Exercises, but unfortunately he was cultivating at an extremely slow speed, and he couldn't even break through the second layer of internal breath for decades.

She was not discouraged, and all this was expected.

This is not the worst news, the worst news is probably that you will be hungry at night!

In Zhao Sanniang's memory, Zhang Dalang didn't bring back anything except for his injuries.

Song Shuyun calmed her breath again and tried to pull something out of the space.

It's a pity that in the end, except for the things purchased in the main god mall, the rest of the rest was not taken out.

The streamer is really right, things like Gathering Spirit Fruit Pulp can't be taken out anywhere else!

Song Shuyun had no choice but to give up, she thought about it for a long time, but she didn't come up with any good way, for the time being, she could only take one step at a time, and everything had to wait until she killed those soldiers.

Thinking of this, Song Shuyun didn't want to lie down anymore.

Zhao Sanniang's body is already at the end of her strength, even if there is no thing next spring, I am afraid that she will not be able to survive for two years.

She can only take advantage of this limited time to finish what she can do as much as possible, and as for the main quest, of course she will be happy if she can complete it!

If you don't finish it, you can't force it.

She got up and crawled out of the thatched pile.

Baozhu hurriedly asked worriedly, "Mother, why are you going?" ”

Zhang Erlang also looked at Song Shuyun.

"It's okay, my mother is resting, go see your eldest brother, you two are at home! Remember to keep the gate tied. ”

As she spoke, she pulled up the pair of cloth shoes with leaky toes on the side of the kang and walked out.

As he walked, he was sweating.

Song Shuyun forcibly supported it with her will.

The so-called poor and rich martial arts, if you want to practice martial arts, you can't do it without food!

Now that we are in troubled times, it is impossible to protect ourselves without the ability to protect ourselves!

She is not only preparing to practice martial arts by herself, but also has to let her three children learn together.

In this case, the fear of eating will become a big problem.

Song Shuyun staggered out of the door, now that it has just entered autumn, the grain in the field has not been recovered, there are not many rations left at home, and she has to deal with the upcoming autumn tax.

The distance between house to house in the village was extremely far, and Song Shuyun came out and saw a large area of golden land.

She closed the gate, and the orb that had brought her out was chained in the courtyard.

The courtyard of the Zhang family is very strict, and it was all repaired when Zhang Orion was there.

Song Shuyun is not worried about whether the two children will run away at home.

In this era, thirteen years old is already an adult, Zhang Erlang understands that there are too many things, and he won't even be able to look down on his sister!

Song Shuyun bypassed the courtyards of several households and walked to the foot of the mountain.

At this time, there are people coming in and out of the mountains one after another, and there are many wild fruits in autumn, and children are willing to go to the tooth festival, and adults also want to find something to come back and enrich their recipes.

Song Shuyun appeared here empty-handed, quite suddenly.

At this time, an old woman who looked to be fifty years old smiled at Song Shuyun.

"Sister-in-law of the Zhang family? Da Lang said that you are sick, why don't you take care of it well, and come out again? ”

Song Shuyun immediately equated the image of this woman with the characters in Zhao Sanniang's memory, and was a little surprised.

This woman, who looked to be forty or fifty years old, with gray hair and a little drooping at the corners of her eyes, was now only twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

It's too hard!

It's no longer what it looks like to grind people.

"It's not a big deal, I came to find Da Lang, there is a little wheat bran to grind at home, and I called him to go back and grind."

At this moment, there was a commotion in the woods.

The people nearby put down their work and looked over there.

Song Shuyun's attributes have not been fully brought over, and she doesn't really listen to it.

But she guessed that this should be Zhang Dalang fighting with someone.

What a temper Song Shuyun!

As soon as he heard the fight, he pulled the sickle from the hand of a woman who was cutting pigs and vegetables next to him and rushed over.

The woman apparently did not expect this change, and immediately screamed.

Everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to her again.

Nowadays, there is no entertainment, and everyone can talk about it for two years if they are a little lively, and when they see what is happening, the big guys only dislike that things are too small and not enough to brag about.

As soon as everyone saw Song Shuyun carrying the sickle, they immediately understood that something should have happened to Da Lang.

also followed Song Shuyun's footsteps and rushed over.

Sure enough, I didn't run far away, and I saw Zhang Dalang and the three and a half boys making a ball, and there was a fat rabbit next to him, tied with a straw rope.

As soon as Song Shuyun saw this scene, she flew up and kicked the back of a boy who had knocked down Zhang Dalang.

The boy might as well turn around and scold: "That grandson kicked me? ”

Song Shuyun's eyes were quick, although Zhao Sanniang's strength was not enough, but the moment the boy turned around, she kicked on the other party's nose with a big flying foot, and blood flowed out of her nostrils.