"It's not easy, this is a test of nine deaths and a lifetime, and it can't be achieved without great perseverance!"

Zhang Zifan looked at the relevant historical records displayed on the system and couldn't help but admire.

"These two old bald donkeys seem to be fierce men, and my Xihe Niuzhou has been saved. ”

Originally, Zhang Zifan was worried that the new ascendant was too high-spirited and couldn't look down on the desolate Xihe Niuzhou.

Now he's got his heart down.

Sure enough, since ancient times, there have been many bald men.

With the two macho brothers here, they must overcome all kinds of difficulties and obstacles that ordinary people can't overcome, and wholeheartedly develop Xihe Niuzhou for themselves.

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"Lord Priest, the time to worship the true god is almost up, do you want to prepare for a bath?"

At this time, the childish and crisp voice of Xiaodao came from outside.

Zhang Zifan put away the folding stool, stretched his waist and asked, "Are the sacrifices ready?"

"It is a five-colored rooster selected from Zhao Guo, which is most suitable for making soup. ”

Xiao Daotong replied respectfully, thought about it, and added: "The Wang steward in charge of purchasing said that rooster soup is lighter than hen soup, but it is more nourishing, and it can also reduce fire. ”

Xiao Daotong didn't dare to say that the chef didn't put the old ginseng, and scolded himself, saying that eating ginseng on fire is adding fuel to the fire or something.

Fortunately, Zhang Zifan's attention was successfully attracted away.

"Oh, imported chicken?"

Zhang Zifan was interested, and said busily: "Rooster soup wants to come to the true god Lord loves to drink, let's go quickly, go quickly!"

With that, he hurriedly ran out of the yard, smiled and touched the boy's head, and strode away.

Only a clear voice could be heard in the distance, and at last it was inaudible:

"Lord Priest, the direction is wrong, the south side is the house, and the east side is the main hall. ”

"It's not wrong, let's check the quality of the tribute first, this is the serious and responsible attitude that the sacrifice should have!"

"I see, Xiao Yi has been taught. ”

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It was about a quarter of an hour after Zhang Zifan left.

A short and fat middle-aged man, carrying a bright and fat five-colored rooster, walked to the door of Zhang Zifan's hut, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Brother Fanzi, I'm bringing you chickens!"

This middle-aged man's name is Wang Fugui, who was originally Zhang Zifan's colleague and neighbor.

To put it simply, like Zhang Zifan, he is the lowest-level disciple in charge of raising chickens in the chicken garden.

If Zhang Zifan is barely a chicken boy, Wang Fugui is an old chicken boy.

There is no way, an old man who is poor and has no status has no way to get married.

However, it can be regarded as whether he is a king or not, and he has changed his luck.

As the saying goes, if a person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven.

Zhang Zifan offered chickens to Hongjun Xianzu that day, and the raw materials used were from Wang Fugui's chicken coop.

Because of this credit, Wang Fugui was also promoted to become the new chicken farm manager and became the enviable chicken head.

Just the aunt who came to talk about the matchmaker, Wang Fugui sent away more than a dozen.

As a chicken head, he can't look down on those widows and old girls.

Zhang Zifan is his nobleman and a big celebrity in the White Crane Gate, Wang Fugui naturally has a heart for himself.

This time he imported a batch of five-colored big roosters from Zhao State, in addition to supplying the True God Temple and keeping the breeding, Wang Fugui also specially left one.

He knew that Zhang Zifan loved chickens like his life, and he had lost all his chickens because he had practiced making mud-tired chickens, so he must have been like a knife.

Therefore, Wang Fugui planned to give the five-colored rooster left behind to Zhang Zifan to raise to relieve his lovesickness.

Wang Fugui made a small calculation and knocked softly at the door of the hut for a long time, but there was no response from inside.

Looking at the sky, Wang Fugui guessed that it was probably the time for the sacrifice, so there was no one.

He turned his head and looked at the empty, somewhat bleak chicken coop.

Wang Fugui couldn't help but sigh, Brother Fan Zi is really a person who is happy to live in poverty.

He Wang Fugui was forty-two years old, while Zhang Zifan was twenty years old.

But Wang Fugui knows that Brother Fanzi will always be his Brother Fanzi.

You look at the heart of other people, they are in a high position, and their residence is still smelling of the chicken coop.

Unlike himself, he has already moved to a new house, and he thinks about his mother-in-law all day long.

What kind of spirit is this?

A chicken farmer for one day will live up to the chicken for life!

This is the spirit of drinking water and thinking about the source, not forgetting the fundamentals!

Wang Fugui knows very well that such a person, no matter how young he is, cannot be underestimated, and Brother Fanzi's success is really not accidental!

Thinking like this, Wang Fugui gently threw the big rooster into Zhang Zifan's chicken coop.

When he turned to leave, he subconsciously glanced at Zhang Zifan's small courtyard.

The moment his eyes met the energy membrane, Wang Fugui's brain suddenly went blank.

There is no imaging of the retina and no memory in the brain.

It was as if this second was completely absent from his life.

Wang Fugui still maintained the expression of emotion in the last second, and strode away with a long sigh.

Poor Wang Fugui, he didn't realize at all that it might be the most precious second in his life, just now, under such a blue sky and white sun, someone stole it.

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