A familiar tingling pain came from Lingyin's chest, and her eyes flickered, and she felt as if she had returned to the moment when she didn't want to close her eyes.

"Gui Xiao Gongzi, Zhao Gongzi just asked you if you are willing to cultivate high-quality Qi saffron with my son and him?"

Feng Lan had already taken her seat, and it seemed that she had reached some kind of 'consensus' with Zhao Yongping.

Seeing that Lingyin was staring at his son-in-law steadily, his expression seemed to be extremely wrong, and Ping Si had to touch her with his elbow at the right time, and reminded in a low voice.

Lingyin woke up suddenly, and quickly lowered his head to hide the look in his eyes that he didn't have time to retreat.

"It's up to Zhao Gongzi and Chu Gongzi to call the shots, as long as we don't drive our whole family out of Panling Town, let me do anything."

"Okay, your little boy is so refreshing, then I, Zhao, can't help but be righteous."

After Zhao Yongping applauded, he faced the chief, the patriarch Zhang, and the nobleman.

"In the future, your little prince will be my partner of Zhao and Chu Gongzi, what do you think, but it is still necessary to expel their whole family?"

"With Zhao Gongzi as a guarantee, I have nothing to say."

Although Zhang Baoqing was a little reluctant, he took the lead in expressing his position.

"They are originally from our town, how can they be driven out at will."

Because he failed to participate in the cultivation of Qi saffron, there was obvious unwillingness in the chief's eyes, but he also echoed Zhao Yongping's decision with a smile.

"Y-What's your name? You have to take care of your father in the future, and don't let him make trouble again. ”

The aristocratic chief seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"My name is Lingyin, please rest assured, I will definitely take care of my father."

Spirit, Spirit?

Feng Lan's peach blossom eyes, which were originally smiling, suddenly widened, and she looked at Lingyin, who was still hanging her head slightly.

'He' originally said that his surname was Gui, but it turned out that his name was Lingyin.

Exactly the same name, familiar eyes, but turned into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

Feng Lan's peach blossom eyes drooped slightly, and her right hand unconsciously touched her chest.

It doesn't matter, she's always been in her heart, and although it hurts every time she thinks about it, she's always there.

Because of Feng Lan's arrival, the matter of how to deal with Gui Yi's family was quickly decided.

As for how to cultivate the saffron and how to divide it, Lingyin pushed it to Zhao Yongping and Feng Lan, who were competing with each other, on the grounds that he was not good at business.

After lunch, Lingyin, who was finally able to take a breath, lay down on the bed he had set up and began to think about an incident he encountered today.

The chief was bent on seeking money, and the reason why he partnered with Mrs. Zhou back then must have been to make a profit from it.

So he is not the person behind Mrs. Zhou.

Although the noble chief looked down on their family, he was also a fair patriarch and had no intention of killing them all.

It seems that he has no intention of profiting from their family, so he can't be the person behind Mrs. Zhou.

Zhang Baoqing and Patriarch Zhang were dissatisfied because Gui Yi killed Zhang Dazhuan, but he seemed unwilling to disobey the Zhao family.

It can also be said that the Zhang family will follow the Zhao family's opinion without harming their interests.

Zhao Yongping, in today's view, seems to care more about the appearance of the yellow and saffron.

However, he seems to be overly curious about Zi'an's ability to identify fluffy yellow, and if she hadn't responded in time, maybe he would have gotten to the bottom of it.

The scene of Xiao Yin's ignition suddenly flashed through Lingyin's mind, and Lingyin's heart couldn't help but burst.

When they stayed in Qingzhou that day, they heard that children between the ages of 6 and 10 often went missing.

It is said that most of these children have more or less strange things about them, and one of them is just as capable of rubbing his fingers and lighting a fire as Xiao Yin.