But this Xianxia book is written by Mr. Houlong himself, it is a book written by a fairy, which one dares to pirate? I am not afraid of Mr. Houlong's next spell, I didn't give birth to a son Therefore, the price of this book is not cheap, and the village chief's mother-in-law really can't bear to burn it, after all, she just threw it aside, grabbed her son's ear, and pulled him up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The village chief's mother-in-law scolded: "I know that I don't do anything serious at all when I see Tian'er, and I can't hold a hoe in the field, and your father finally found you a job as a temporary worker in a factory through the guys in the snow sugar shop, and you think that temporary work is not decent, and you can eat this **?"

Although the son is lazy, he is very filial to his mother, Ren Niang pulled her ears and smiled and said: "Mother, who said that ** can't be eaten as food? I read so many books written by Mr. Houlong, and found that writing books is actually very simple. When the time comes, I will buy you delicious food and drink, and ask a few daughters-in-law to serve you. ”

The village chief's mother-in-law was angry and funny: "Just your lazy appearance, if you can find a daughter-in-law, you will burn high incense, and return a few daughters-in-law, go, follow me to the barn floor, and lie down after eating, and I am not afraid of accumulating food." ”

The village chief's mother-in-law and her son came to the threshing field at a glance, and saw that the threshing field was as lively as the New Year, and the villagers were laughing and laughing, and they didn't know what was going on, so the son's eyes widened: "But what's so interesting? Is it the troupe of the big world coming down? I'll go and see." ”

The village chief's mother-in-law had a lot of heart, and she didn't want to show her whereabouts, so she pulled her son and didn't let him squeeze into the crowd, only looking around the periphery.

The son tiptoed: "What are you doing? How do you grind all the good beans? Hey, how did this bean dregs become a pulp when they are soaked in water? Ah, when they are put in hot water, they actually become fans and dough? Interesting! Interesting!"

The village chief's mother-in-law was like a thunderbolt on the door of her head on a sunny day, she had heard her wife explain that if you made cold skin vermicelli in the technical manual, but how could these mud legs have learned? The technical manual is locked on the bedside table at home, and the key is hung on the waistband of the wife's trousers, how can this technique be passed down? And almost the whole village has learned it!

The village chief's mother-in-law had weak legs, and she was holding on to her son to stand firmly, she gasped and said: "Son, you have good eyes, look at the center of the scene, I seem to see a few outsiders, who are they?"

The village chief's son looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly blushed: "Mother, there are two foreigners, one is a man, who looks black, has long feet and long hands, and the other is a woman, who looks like a fairy daughter, but she looks good." Ah, they're teaching everyone how to deal with that god's soy milk, what is it called Liangpi vermicelli. Mother, have you ever heard of these two things?

When she heard the words Liangpi Vermicelli in the ears of the village chief's mother-in-law, she no longer had any doubts -- this bean processing technology had really been spread!

The village chief's mother-in-law held her son's hand: "Hurry up, go home!"

The son was still staring at Chen Qingdai, only thinking that the girl in front of him was better than Lin Daiyu, Huang Rong, and Xiaolongnu in Mr. Houlong's book combined, where to move his legs, until he was pinched by the old lady, he woke up, and was just about to be annoyed, when he turned around, he saw that the old lady was sweating, her lips were trembling, and she was startled: "What's the matter?

The village chief's mother-in-law was carried home by her son, and as soon as she landed, she immediately came to her senses and screamed: "Our family has collected so many beans, but they have all smashed it in their hands! There is still money I borrowed from my mother's family! How can I live here!"

The village chief's mother-in-law rushed into the cellar, and regardless of her own big feet, she trampled several sacred beans, grabbed the village chief and cried and shouted: "It's over! It's over! I told you not to be bad-hearted, but you didn't listen, and hid the technical manual, so you didn't do it alone! This is the end of it! The vermicelli jelly is now made by every household in the village! These divine beans that our family bought are all smashed in our hands!"

The village chief was just annoyed that the woman had stepped on a lot of divine beans, and when he suddenly heard this, he was shocked, and the handful of rotten divine beans that he had cleaned up in his hand suddenly rolled to the ground, and he forced himself to calm down: "What are you yelling about? What is going on?

The village chief's mother-in-law cried and scolded, and told the scene that happened on the threshing floor as it was, and the village chief's heart was like a June day suddenly splashed with ice water, and the tiles were cold, he gritted his teeth and said: "Impossible! The guys at the snow candy shop told me clearly, they have limited energy, and this bean processing technology has just been handed down, how can there be outsiders who have already learned it and come to our village to teach?"

The village chief's mother-in-law said with red eyes: "There is a fart for saying this! I can see that the foreigner is indeed making cold skin and vermicelli, which is better than the two of us making it at home according to the technical manual!"

The village chief slapped his thigh: "I'll drive these two outsiders out! Just say that they are lying to confuse the people! The technique taught is deliberately ruining the god bean!"

The village chief's mother-in-law, who was crying, was stunned: "Is this a success? As soon as the cold skin vermicelli we produced is unveiled, won't the villagers know everything? That big guy still can't hate you to death?"

The village chief glared at the beads and said: "No matter how many things are like this, we can't let this kiln of divine beans rot in our own hands, we have borrowed a lot of foreign debts in order to buy more divine beans." If we don't drive away those two outsiders and cut off the villagers' idea of learning the processing technology of divine beans, then our family will drink porridge every day with debts for the rest of our lives!"

The village chief shouted, let his wife and son take a hoe, follow him to the barn field, and drive away the two outsiders, a man and a woman, as for the drive away, can you persuade the villagers to abandon the bean processing technology, in fact, the village chief himself has no bottom in his heart, after all, the technology is very simple, you will see it, you will understand it as soon as you learn, and the villagers who should learn it have learned until now, and their actions today are really called wishful thinking.

It's just that today's village chief is like a gambler who has lost his eyes in the big world gambling house, and he has bet all his old books, whether he wins or loses!

The village chief hurried to the threshing field, and sure enough, he saw a man and a woman two outsiders handing over to the villagers to make cold skin noodles, he stacked his sleeves, spit on the palm of his hand, held the hoe tightly, and was ready to rush into the crowd, first smashed the stove, overturned the pulp bucket, and suddenly, the son next to him pulled him: "Dad, don't hurt that girl." Losing someone's life can be a big deal. ”

The village chief glared at his son: "You are so stupid, Dad just asked you to scare and scare two foreigners, where did you really let you hurt people?" Hey, wait, that dark-skinned foreigner, why does it look so familiar?"

The son had been staring at Chen Qingdai just now, and didn't care much about Guo Dalu, hearing his father's words, he turned his head and looked at Guo Dalu carefully, Guo Dalu's face was shining under the light of Songmingzi's firelight, flickering and dimming, like a silhouette, the son was stunned, reached into his arms, took out a coin, looked at the coin, and looked at Guo Dalu, and suddenly sighed: "It seems!

The village chief frowned: "What do you look like? You kid, what are you yelling about?"

The village chief's son shoved the coin into the village chief's hand: "Dad, do you see that the portrait on this coin is not like the portrait of a foreigner on the threshing floor?

The village chief held the coin, squinted his eyes, and glanced at Guo Dalu, and gradually, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, and he stammered: "Mr. Houlong! This stranger is Mr. Houlong! Grandpa Tian! The gods have descended to earth! Mr. Houlong must have come to punish me for not being greedy for the processing technology of the beans! Sure enough, there are gods who have done bad things, God knows that you know and I know, and the gods pinch their fingers and count, and they know everything! I, I should be damned! I am confused!"

The village chief's mother-in-law half-opened her mouth, what happened in this small half a day's work was really unbelievable for her as a village woman, first her own family concealed the processing technology of the god bean, and saw that she had lost all her money, and then Mr. Houlong came to the village again, and it was Mr. Houlong who ruined his family's plan to make a fortune - the village chief's mother-in-law stammered: "Didn't you say that Mr. Houlong is a white-bearded old fairy? How did he become a young man like black charcoal?"

The village chief smiled bitterly: "Mother-in-law, the portrait of Mr. Houlong's white beard has long been the old yellow calendar, and the common people used to draw it by themselves without knowing the true face of the fairy family, and now there is a real portrait of Mr. Houlong in the snow candy shop - what is the photo, it is exactly the same as the real person, I have seen it, it is such a dark-skinned young man." ”

When the village chief's family was not in decline, a fast horse ignored the night and hurriedly ran into the village, but the rider was known to the village chief, it was the guy from the snow sugar shop, the guy saw Guo Dalu and Chen Qingdai in the threshing field at a glance, immediately rolled the saddle and fell off the horse, ran quickly in front of Guo Dalu, and saluted: "Zhu Jian, a student of the 43rd crash course of Houlong Village Yixue, reported to Mr. Houlong and Master Chen. But it turned out that Guo Dalu and Chen Qingdai accompanied Cui Laohan to sell beans during the day, and their figures fell in the eyes of the snow candy shop guy, who was a local, and he didn't recognize Guo Dalu for a while, but afterwards he looked at the portrait of the head of the store, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The snow candy shop immediately reported to Li Bo, who was at the head office of Yinzhou Prefecture, by telegraph, and while Li Bo hurried to this remote town, he ordered the men in charge of the affairs of the local village to rush to Mr. Houlong's village, but not to be too loud - because Li Bo did not know why Brother Guo suddenly ran away to such an unknown small village.

Guo Dalu was holding a sieve to make vermicelli, he didn't stop it, just glanced at Zhu Jian lightly: "Get up, if you have this salute, you might as well give me a hand, this job should have been done by you, so let's make up for it today." ”

Zhu Jian's face turned pale, but he still stepped forward honestly and took over the sieve in Guo Dalu's hand, he often teaches various techniques in rural areas, and speaks local dialect fluently.

At this time, the villagers realized that the young man with the black charcoal head in front of them was actually Mr. Houlong! At a loss for everyone, as soon as the Gu family pulled the old man Cui and his daughter, he knelt down: "Kowtow to the fairy grandfather Mr. Houlong." Mr. Xie Houlong gave us the art of learning vermicelli and cool skin. The other villagers also came to their senses and knelt down one after another. The village chief's family was crowded in the crowd, kowtowing in a mess.

Guo Dalu waved his hand, and a force of merit poured out, supporting the villagers: "We don't kowtow to the science gate, and the villagers don't have to kneel to anyone." Scientists teach this bean processing technology, in fact, it is a win-win situation, the vermicelli cold skin you process, through the supply and marketing cooperatives - well, it is the familiar snow sugar shop sold to various places, and the supply and marketing cooperatives have made more money. So it's a matter of mutual benefit, and there's no need for anyone to thank whom. In the future, the supply and marketing cooperatives will teach everyone more skills to get rich, so that everyone can get together together. ”

At this time, a half-old child saw Guo Dalu speaking kindly, and suddenly shouted boldly: "Mr. Houlong, you have changed a lot of gold and silver for us to spend, don't you just do it, why do you want us to work? Although this vermicelli cold skin is good, it doesn't make much money?"

The child's parents were startled and hurriedly tried to cover the child's mouth, but it was too late.

Guo Dalu naturally heard this, and he laughed and said: "No matter how much gold and silver there is, we can't eat or drink, and the real wealth is obtained by our hands." Otherwise, in the famine years, even if you hold gold and silver, you will not be able to buy food. ”

Cui Laohan nodded again and again: "Mr. Houlong is right, Jinshan Yinshan is not as good as having half an acre of thin fields, with Mr. Houlong, you passed down the beans, sweet potatoes, and corn, our Zhuang family is no longer afraid of starvation, as for making a fortune, my old man has hands and feet, and he will definitely be able to live a prosperous life." My previous temperament was a little cautious and stubborn, and when Mr. Houlong has any new crops and new technologies to pass down, my old man will be the first to learn!"

After Guo Dalu knew that he had exposed his hiding, he couldn't play the trick of a private interview, and said to Chen Qingdai: "It's enough for us to nag Old Man Cui's family, let's go back." ”

Chen Qingdai nodded, and was just about to follow Guo Dalu, Cui Caixia suddenly remembered something, trotted to Chen Qingdai's side, pulled off the wooden hairpin on her head with a red face, and stuffed it into Chen Qingdai's hand: "Sister Chen--no, Mrs. Chen, this must be an immortal magic weapon, I don't have this blessing to wear." ”

Chen Qingdai smiled and inserted the wooden hairpin back into Cui Caixia's head: "Make a thought, listen to my sister's words, you are still young, you should go to school hard, this woman can hold up half the sky, and when you are successful in learning, you can also go to the factory to become a worker, maybe you are more promising than your brother." ”

But it turned out that when Chen Qingdai was chatting with Gu's mother and daughter at Cui Laohan's house, she looked through Cui Caixia's notes in the literacy class and found that she was very spiritual and diligent.

Chen Qingdai gave Mu Hai to encourage Cui Caixia to study, just like giving her a Shang Fang sword, Cui Laohan couldn't stop it anymore, otherwise, it would be disobeying the law of the fairy family.

After that, Cui Caixia really made a special trip to Houlong Village to study, especially like to study all kinds of steel, especially appreciated by Li Dayan and others, and finally made extraordinary achievements, which is a later story.

Guo Dalu and Chen Qingdai, accompanied by Zhu Jian, returned to the city, Li Bo was already waiting in the door, saw Guo Dalu's figure from a distance, and was busy, wanting to help support Chen Qingdai, but Guo Dalu raised his hand and blocked Li Bo's arm: "I can't stand the gift of Li Dacai, you can go busily." ”

Li Bo's arm froze in the air, and he barely squeezed out a smile from his face: "Not busy, not busy, Brother Guo, everything is my fault, you have to beat or scold, just come at my donkey skin." ”

Donkey skin, this is Li Bo's nickname, but now, except for Brother Hao and a few other people to talk about, no one calls Li Bo like this, from the princes and ministers to the street vendors, everyone respectfully calls him Li Dacai, but only Li Bo himself knows in his heart that he will always be a donkey skin in front of Guo Dalu, the donkey skin who was caught stealing things at the door of the Li family's old mansion.

At this moment, his mood was the same as when he was held by Guo Dalu on the spot, panic, fear, fear, loss, and regret surged up one after another.

Guo Dalu said softly to Chen Qingdai: "You are also tired, I will call Xiaobai, let's go back to Houlong Village, Xiaobai, this guy has finally learned to exert the power of merit, unlike before, riding on it, the wind leaks on all sides." ”

Chen Qingdai snorted and laughed: "Obviously, you don't know how to exert spiritual power, what do you blame Xiaobai?" Okay, I'm tired after walking around, let's go back." ”

Guo Dalu and Chen Qingdai sat on the summoned Xiaobai, and took off, leaving only Li Bo, standing in the courtyard of the snow candy shop, suddenly, Li Bo knelt down with a plop, knelt on the bluestone slab in the yard, and got up to say anything, kneeling with him, and Zhu Jian, who was in charge of local rural technical training, the two of them should know that Mr. Houlong was very unhappy about this private visit to the microservice.

Guo Dalu was not happy, so he had to toss something out.

Great Northwest, Erniu's office, suddenly received a telegram, let the stupid big Shalin and Fei General Ye Fei, and Zou Ming immediately rushed to Houlong Village, and another appointment - Zou Ming, as the former prince's master, of course, has two brushes, came to the northwest as an ordinary petty official, but soon made a career, and the northwest is in urgent need of talent cadres, so he stood out and became an important member of Erniu's office. Although it can't be said to be soaring, it is also rising step by step.