When it was time to eat at noon, there was no food in the field, Zhang Wen took Sun Laicai back to Rong County, and picked a place to drink two cups.

Eating and taking, Sun Laicai followed Zhang Wen's ass to clean up the chicken complaints all morning.

By the afternoon,

Zhang Wen became more and more proficient in killing chickens, and his speed increased, directly increasing to four hundred chickens.

When he is idle, he uses "identification" to hone his skills.

"Rooster"

"Identification Proficiency +1"

"Rooster"

"Identification Proficiency +1"

"Hens"

"Identification Proficiency +1"

It's just that the use of the identification technique has something to do with his own spirit, and the more times he uses it, he feels a little dizzy and has to rest for a while.

"Identification Proficiency +1"

"Identification skills are improved, and the hall is entered"

"Upgraded?"

When Zhang Wen reacted, he found that the identification technique had been upgraded.

"Identification: Entering the House (0/1000)"

He grabbed another chicken and used identification.

"Rooster (Status: Fear)"

"Fear?" Zhang Wen grabbed the rooster and put it in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, the information in front of him changed.

"Rooster (Status: Fury)"

The chicken's head suddenly pecked at Zhang Wen, Zhang Wen tilted his head, and avoided it dangerously.

"Surprise me, then I'll send you on your way!"

After a few days in a row, although Zhang Wen was mixed with the smell of every day, the road to the chicken farm by bicycle was unprecedentedly easy.

Another day, Zhang Wen came by bicycle.

"Wait until you kill a dozen more, and it's time to level up."

"EXP: 4986/5000"

But as soon as he arrived at the chicken farm, he found Liu Lao standing not far away.

"Old Liu, why did you get up so early today?"

Zhang Wen stopped the car, the upgrade was in sight, and he was in a very relaxed mood.

"Awen, I'm here today to talk to you about something."

Liu Lao pulled Zhang Wen aside and whispered, "How is your daughter-in-law?" ”

"Ugh." Zhang Wen almost forgot his excuse at the beginning, and he paused: "It's almost right." ”

"Old Liu, do you have something to say?"

"This..."

Liu Lao was a little embarrassed: "That's the case, you have killed chickens in the past few days, you have killed too much, and the restaurant can't accept them, so they have been returned, but this matter can't be suppressed, hundreds of chickens have returned, and they all stink!" When my son-in-law asked about this, I could hold it the first time, but I couldn't hold it the second time. ”

Zhang Wen said secretly that he had only heard that the company encouraged overtime, but he had never seen anyone who disliked employees working too hard.

He knew that Liu Lao came to persuade him to kill fewer chickens, but killing more than 100 chickens a day, Zhang Wen definitely didn't want to do this job.

"Old Liu, I still have a dozen chickens here, why don't you do me a favor." Zhang Wen took the money out again and said, "Count me as if I bought it, I'll leave after killing." As he spoke, he stuffed Liu Lao's hand again: "Keep it for drinking." ”

"You promise, only a dozen?"

With the weight in his hand, Liu Lao asked.

"Okay, come with me!"

Zhang Wen followed Liu Lao into the chicken farm, and he could smell the rancid smell from afar.

His physique is different from ordinary people, and he killed 4,000 chickens in a few days, and the entire Rong County can't swallow such a big consumption, so he can only put it there and wait for it to stink.

After breaking away from the others, Liu Lao asked Sun Laicai to catch more than a dozen chickens over, and the two of them stared at Zhang Wen.

"+1 XP"

“……”

"+1 XP"

"Realm: Late Refining Stage"

"EXP: 0/20000"

"Twenty thousand? Kill 20,000 chickens, don't die of exhaustion! ”

Zhang Wen also knew that it was useless to upgrade by killing chickens, and after saying goodbye to Sun Laicai and Liu Lao, he pushed the foreign cart away.

"Don't come in the future, take good care of your daughter-in-law at home," Liu Lao shouted from behind.

He was frightened by Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen waved his hand and left.

Looking back at the dozen chickens on the ground, Sun Laicai asked, "Old Liu, what should I do with these chickens?" ”

Liu Lao frowned: "Take it home and fry it yourself, if it doesn't work, feed it to the dog!" ”

On the streets of Rong County,

Zhang Wen pushed the big wheel and stood in front of the overpass.

The people have circled three times inside and three times outside.

"What's in there?" Zhang Wen leaned over and asked.

The happy one who was watching was suddenly disturbed and a little unhappy, but when he saw the pistol pinned to Zhang Wen's waist, his face changed: "Juggler, he has real kung fu." ”

Zhang Wen tiptoed into the crowd.

The crowd gathered in a circle, and inside were two large steel knives, a mossy bluestone slab, and a flower gun.

There were two men standing in the center, a man in his thirties, with dark skin and a beard.

There was also a child in his early teens, wearing linen trousers, cloth shoes with soles, a handful of bangs, and a pair of small but bright eyes.

The man said: "Please uncles, those who have money will hold a money field, and those who have no money will hold a personal field, my father and son are performing here, eating together, please take care of them." ”

I don't know who shouted: "What will you do?" ”

"My children can use a few knife skills, marksmanship, and drill fire rings, and I practice iron cloth shirts, crushing boulders on my chest, and locking my throat with a spear, all of which are hard work."

"Let's have a chest crush boulder first!"

"Yes, a big rock in the chest!"

The shouts became higher and higher, and the man's face was quite reluctant, breaking the boulder on his chest was hard work, and selling coolies had to see the money to have strength.

According to the general routine, you have to let your child brush a set of marksmanship first, and then you can hang your appetite, and wait until you see the money to perform real kung fu.

Couldn't help but be too loud to get off the stage, the man nodded: "Then break the boulder in your chest!" ”

He picked up a bluestone slab, which weighed at least seventy or eighty pounds, and lay on the ground.

"There's a hammer over there, I wonder who would come up and help?"

"I'm coming!"

A man with a small head stepped out of the crowd, spat twice in his hand, and then picked up the hammer.

As soon as he made his move, everyone present saw the clues.

The man lifted the hammer with his arms, not with the waist pole, and when the hammer was raised above his head, he began to tremble.

A hammer was smashed, but the slate did not break when I heard the muffled sound of "dong".

It's okay if the slate is broken, but if it doesn't break, you have to take a second hit.

Zhang Wen saw that the face of the man under the slate changed slightly, but he forced a smile: "Come again!" It's not strong enough! ”

The hammer struck two more times before the slate was broken.

Dropping the hammer, the one who danced the hammer head gave a thumbs up: "You have real skills!" ”

Then he returned to the crowd, and the man stood up and adjusted his breathing, and the boy next to him stepped forward with a gong and asked for money.

The shouting was joyful, but when it was time to ask for a reward, the crowd dispersed.

"Daddy!"

Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, and no one was willing to give money, the boy's tears rolled in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at his father aggrievedly.

"Jingle Bell~"

Two oceans fall in the gong.

The boy raised his arm, wiped his tears on his sleeve with his face sideways, and then looked up at Zhang Wen.

The man who was resting in the back also reacted, hurriedly walked over, and said to Zhang Wen: "Boss, you gave too much!" ”

"It's really hard work, it's not too much."

Zhang Wen used identification techniques to probe just now.

"Li Fengqiang (early stage of refining) state: calm"

He dared to investigate only when there were many people.

In the early stage of refining, he must be a cultivator, and the kung fu of the iron cloth shirt may not be fake.

And let Zhang Wenlai, who was in the late stage of refining at this time, break the boulder in his chest, and he couldn't do it, so he went down with a hammer to ensure that the five organs were displaced.

Zhang Wen asked, "Do you have time?" ”

Li Fengqiang nodded, just for the face of two yuan, he also had to listen to Zhang Wen's arrangements.