Ji Chen was a fool. When he was struggling to learn hard and was mocked by others on the surface, he said how it felt.

Some people turn over and bully others even more. Ji Chen is this person. No matter how his own situation is, he wants to make things difficult for another fool.

At this time, seeing Wei Ping's appearance, his cultivation is ordinary and he is stupid, he took the initiative to persuade Meng Heze:

"Don't speak for now."

"Friends in Wei Dao, I am Ji Chen, the leader of the Song Academy, and we will meet for the first time." Ji Chen bowed forward.

"Oh, hello, hello." Wei Ping was still stunned, answered casually, and continued: "There is a way, there is really a way."

Ji Chen thought he said the countryside dirt road: "The road is here, can you see it?"

Wei Ping smiled and said, "Ha, me? I just saw it today."

Ji Chen was depressed and hit Meng Heze with his elbow, and his eyes signaled, "It's all right?"

Meng Heze turned the hilt of his sword and said angrily: "Wei Ping!"

Wei Ping woke up as if he had just seen the two of them: "You are here to thresh the valley too? I welcome the two senior brothers for the whole village."

"Who is your senior brother? Behave crazy and stupid, look at me tearing your fake skin apart!" Meng Heze's sword hilt was shocked, and the sword energy was stimulated.

"Ah, senior brother, what are you doing!" Wei Ping bowed back, and the sword energy flew across his nose, hitting the valley pile that was high among the man behind him.

The valley piles scattered with a bang, and gold flowed into the ground.

Ji Chen hurriedly stopped him: "Brother Meng?"

Meng Heze has drawn his sword and unsheathed: "He is in the Qi Refining Stage, how can he avoid my sword energy? He must have a ghost, please be optimistic!"

The sword body reflected the rays of the sky, the haystacks exploded, the grass chips splashed, and the three of them were covered with their bodies.

Wei Ping was in a hurry and in a embarrassed manner, but he was like a slippery fish, and he could avoid it every time.

Meng Heze's eyes were red: "Wei Ping, if you are a man, you can fight back!"

Ji Chen blocked him from left to right, afraid that Meng Heze would hurt Wei Ping, and also afraid that Meng Heze would hit him.

Wei Ping's clothes were broken, with his chest open and his arms exposed: "Senior brother, of course I dare to fight back. Wow, this sword is powerful, who taught the senior brother's sword skills? It's so strong!"

"Ah!" until a scream rang out.

I saw Carpenter Liu was in a daze: "Finally, this person's food and the cattle's grass are all mixed together!"

The ground was full of chaos, and the three young men stopped together and lowered their heads to sniff their hands.

Ji Chen laughed first: "Sinong, Brother Liu, Brother Liu, we did it on purpose, so we picked it out, the monks work quickly, a small problem."

Wei Ping: "It's me, why are you..."

He turned his head to see Meng Heze, but saw that the other party had already picked up the broom and dustpan with a dark face, and looked like a wrong work attitude. The second half of the sentence "I will make my senior brother angry" became "just start to do it", and his tone was very normal.

In this way, the three of them had to cooperate with each other.

The autumn wind is cool, the stars are shining, the moon emerges from the night clouds, looking at them sweating, causing trouble to each other.

Wei Ping was the most diligent and did the farm work the most neat. Ji Chen saw this and persuaded him to reconcile: "Brother Meng, he is so good to tell you."

Meng Heze muttered: "He is the most lie to act."

Until the fourth night, the threshing ground was barely packed.

The three of them were covered in dust and collapsed on the high haystack, panting like a cow, without any monk model.

Ji Chen lay in the middle of the night to prevent the two sides from fighting, and wailed: "How come I have done this? The first time we are, is it also considered sharing weal and woe?"

Two sounds on the left and right sounded at the same time:

"My seven-foot man in Meng Heze stands tall and straight, who shares the hardships with that sissy!"

"Senior Brother Meng is so famous, so he will naturally look at me."

Wei Ping jumped off the haystack: "Two guys are resting, I have to go to Songyuan for midnight snacks. There should always be three small gourds, three snacks, and you can cook bowls of noodles to deal with things."

Meng Heze stared at his eyes, his voice trembling slightly:

"How could he say this? Chen, you heard that he was too successful!"

"Yes, yes.‌Share with him."

Ji Chen said comfortingly, thinking that this is true?

...

Wei Ping is diligent and sweet-mouthed, and is eager to do dirty and tiring work, trying to become a qualified butler.

He got inspiration from the busy farming season in autumn harvest and made his own "foot-step threshing machine", which was always praised by Qianqu farmers.

He chatted with Carpenter Liu by the river, worked together to create a water truck, and used the power of the water flow to irrigate the farmland.

Although his hunting team in Meng Heze was ahead of his career, he was also dragging his feet. Who said coldly to him? He only smiled, which made people feel embarrassed to exclude him again.

Later, he used sixteen seasonings to mix them in a specific proportion and created a cured meat seasoning, named "Qianqu Shiliu Xiang". The animal meat marinated with this kind of ingredients can retain the fresh fragrance, lock in the juice, and grill it gently, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the special rich aroma drifted in the wind for ten miles.

When the hunting team formed by the outer brothers saw him, they remembered the fragrant barbecue and felt that they could not get close to him.

In addition to managing the dietary consumption of Song Qianji, Wei Ping also solved all trivial matters other than farming, such as farming, farming, animal husbandry, rivers and road construction, Tiancheng planning, building private schools, and new immigrants settled their homes, etc.

If there is anything in various places in Qianqu, Song Xianguanxiao, please report it to Wei Ping first and wait for a reply.

The Chief of the Wei Dynasty laughed at everyone, and in the midst of his awakening, he conquered thousands of canals like the spring breeze and rain.

Only Meng Heze is a piece of raging ice, and is stubborn.

As for Zhou Xiaoyun, who was the outer sect of Huawei Sect, who was the most supportive of Meng Heze, Ji Xing, who was crazy about canvassing votes for Meng Heze, has begun to enjoy the sweet aroma of snacks, cakes, snacks, and Weiping is becoming more and more pleasing to her.

Zhou Xiaoyun quickly opened the food box and said kind words:

"Mr. Wei has finished his work? Why did you come here when you have time today? You can come here as soon as possible? You bring lunch. Hey, is this soup?"

Wei Ping brought out a small white porcelain cup: "The raw materials of the red flower stewed snow clams were bought from Hongfu County, and the formula was delivered by Xianyinmen. It helps women to cultivate and beautify their skin and brighten their skin."

"I'll drink this soup again after I left home." Ji Xing sniffed violently, "Xiao Ping'er, you have a soft temper and good cooking skills. It's a blessing that we have you!"

Another food box was opened, filled with oily lotus leaf roast chicken, crispy and fragrant sesame cakes, and a pot of freshly brewed osmanthus wine.

"Ah, I'll tell you, General Manager Wei, Forget us!" Xu Kanshan tore off a chicken leg.

Qiu ‌Cheng smiled: "What a fragrant wine, it smells like the Zhaocai Tavern in Huaweicheng. What I can find with my eyes closed is a casino, it is a tavern!"

Wei Ping smiled: "You two are very familiar with Huaweicheng?"

"Of course, Lao Xu and I were originally from the city!"

They had food and drink, and they opened their conversation and found all their assets for Wei Ping to see.

He said he met Song Qianji at night, said he was relieved of the Zhaixingtai Mountain Road, and said that the shocking gambling result was.

"The sea of ​​people is vast, who is the little one who can do the Taoist flowers and ten thousand spirit stones? He has caused us so miserable, did he tell himself?"

Wei Ping kept listening and suddenly interrupted: "Is it good to win the bet? Why scold him?"

Qiu angrily said, "What a f*ck! There are only two winners in the bet of more than 100,000 people. Can this be fine?"

Xu Kanshan sneered: "Everyone offended to death! The casinos in Weicheng in all of Huahua all let us in. Anyone who has participated in this gambling game says that they are playing with us! People are fun, and they are detained by the sect for "Tong Song". They die overnight. Fortunately, Senior Brother Song takes in! It's fine."

"So that's it." Wei Ping showed a sympathetic expression: "That bet is really hateful. He is responsible and is too human. Come and eat a cake."

"‌I want me to meet him again--" Xu Kanshan bit off a bite of the cake and chewed it hard.

Manager Wei has always been understanding: "Let's beat him together."

Qiu ‌cheng bite roast chicken: "Well, good brother!"

...

At any meal time, Wei Ping would definitely cook for Song Qianji in Songyuan. Meng Heze was relieved and often brought Ji Chen to catch up with the meal time and accompanied Song Qianji to eat it, which was called "Testing Poison".

Four people were eating at the same table, Meng and Wei were fighting in the dark. Ji Chen's heart was missing in the bright spots, and Song Qianji saw that the subtle atmosphere was so clear that he was like a brother when he was eating.

The dishes and bowls are all replaced with soup, and the milky white soup is served with jade cups.

Song Qian took a bite and savored the taste, murmured: "The recent soup is right."

Meng Heze slapped the table and attacked Wei Ping's collar, "You are so cute!"

Wei Ping smiled and let him pull: "The recent soup was filled with three flavors of spiritual herbs, and Song Xian tasted it, but it was sweeter and sweeter than usual, and there was still a flavour left on the tip of his tongue?"

"Xiao Meng, let go." Song Qianji put down the soup spoon.

Meng Heze Gandhi let go: "Come on."

Song Qianji said: "Wei Ping, you have no support from the Master Family behind you, so it is easy to collect spiritual herbs, how can you waste it so much?"

"Give it to Master Song..." Wei Ping changed his mouth as he looked at Meng Heze's face, "Why is it a waste to eat it first? They all want it."

"I need to release it in the future." Song Qianji refused.

Only by refining spiritual herbs as elixirs can the most exert their medicinal properties. It is too luxurious to directly add food to supplement food. Only monks who are short of money can do it.

Song Qianji was pregnant with the death spring, nourishing his meridians at night, and ordinary spiritual herbs were like a useless person to him.

Wei Ping nodded in disappointment.
To be continued...