Xi Ning looked at it. Park Min Ho was just ordinary in the academy, but here, he is indeed the face of the entire village. Maybe it was because he was in a martial arts school since he was a child, and martial arts schools require martial arts training, and the food is better, and every meal is provided.

Meat, so Park Min Ho is the tallest in the village. Even his father is half a head behind him.

Park Min Ho walked up to him and expressed his gratitude to Xi Ning: "Thank you. I didn't expect you to come, and I didn't expect so many things to happen." He glanced at the more than 20 soldiers tied up next to him.

Xining responded: "These are nothing, you came back just in time."

Hu Liangming glanced at Jiang Debin: "Their commander went to find reinforcements."

Jiang Debin felt a little hot on his face. This was all his father's soldiers.

"Oh, are they the ones we met on the road?" Park Min Ho seemed to be thinking of something.

???Everyone was stunned, including the lieutenant and the second bastard.

"Where are they?" Everyone looked in the direction where Park Min Ho came.

"He knocked them all down. This kid is so awesome!" Zhang Laoliu, who had just got off the car, opened the side door of the tractor's rear compartment and placed a lot of bags, all of which he brought with him: "Come here and help.

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Only then did the villagers come to their senses, swarmed over and unloaded the grain flour from the cart.

"How many people?" Hu Liangming asked.

Park Min Ho thought about it for a moment: "I don't know, it's all over the place. I threw a few of them out before I drove the car over."

Uh, okay, those from Tunghai Academy are just that powerful.

Even if Hu Liangming is weak in martial arts in the academy, he will have no problem fighting a platoon outside.

Ying Feihu was very sorry: "I still want to fight again, but now I have no chance."

After all the grain flour was unloaded from the car, Zhang Laoliu and Xining settled the accounts: "I brought all the 100 kilograms of grain flour."

"Thank you." Xining nodded.

So Zhang Laoliu went to see if there was anything he could buy. The kelp had only been hanging for three days and it was not dry yet, so he collected some small handicrafts made from coconut shells.

Hu Liangming saw the clue: "Why aren't they made of shells?" There are many shells here, which can be picked up everywhere, and they are very beautiful. Some are more special varieties, like the one Jiang Debin gave to the boss, which is big and beautiful.

Beautiful, rarely seen elsewhere.

The villager replied: "Coconuts will continue to grow, but every shell is missing. Many animals in the sea need them."

Hu Liangming was a little confused: "Shells can also grow." Shells appear when shellfish die.

Villager: "If people outside like it, they will pick up all the shells here."

Just like pearls, if people know that there are such beautiful things here, a large number of people will come to take advantage of them. Nature cannot stand such uncontrolled and large amounts of requests. The best way is not to sell!

If Hu Liangming feels it, if this place is not too weak, it can actually be sold through hunger.

"Thank you Miss Ying, but I still have to pay for the food, otherwise I will feel bad." Park Min Ho took out the money and handed it over.

Xining didn't answer: "Those are the accommodation fees for us for the past few days. I won't feel sorry for living and eating for free."

Those three pearls should only last until Park Min Ho is admitted to the academy, and his future tuition will depend on his scholarship. Otherwise, why would he still participate in the competition with injuries?

The money he is handing over now will most likely be the prize money for this competition.

Park Min Ho was moved. Knowing that he was injured, he sent a special plane to take him for treatment. He also spent money to buy food for the villagers to help them resist the troublesome soldiers. If Miss Ying hadn't been here, the safety of the villagers would have been in jeopardy.

Anything can happen. It's possible that when he returns to the village, what he sees is...

He tried hard to control his emotions, but his lips still trembled slightly: "It doesn't cost that much money for food and accommodation."

"Oh, that's right!" Xining stretched out his hand and took out one of the cards: "Then just collect some, we don't need so much food."

Three yuan per catty, a total of one hundred catties, is three hundred yuan. He had three hundred yuan in his hand, but he only took one hundred yuan...

Xining stuffed the money into his sweatpants pocket, turned around and shouted: "Park Min Ho bought these, he just gave me the money."

When the villagers heard this, they all smiled at Park Min Ho and continued to move. People here will not be grateful, they will only express it with actions and expressions.

Pu's mother, who was also moving, responded: "He should buy it, that's right."

Some villagers responded: "Yes, otherwise I don't know what else would be good."

"They also helped protect us." "They are all good people."

"They are so awesome, just like the eldest son of the Pu family." "They are also good-looking. If they had tattoos on their faces and tanned their faces, they would definitely look better."

Xining...

I translated to them in common language, but of course I only said the first part and not the second part. Not everyone has the same aesthetic standards as the locals.

And Park Min Ho couldn't help laughing. Fortunately, his classmates didn't understand, otherwise he wouldn't have been laughed to death.

When the food was brought down, each family shared some of it, and most of it was still stored in one place. Originally it belonged to everyone, and everyone would take it out when they ate. They were separated just to be afraid that if there were animals or rain, it would get wet.

There are others.

After finishing the treatment, Park Min Ho went to the pond, washed away the dust from the road, put on local clothes, and went to help fish and catch seafood.

When it was time to eat at noon, he sat down and answered other people in the village who had free time. The most common question was about Donghai College.

Xining and others were sitting under the shade of the trees, waiting for the meal to begin.

Someone asked curiously: "I heard that you are the best, is it true?"

"Of course it's true. I didn't hear that he knocked down all the reinforcements!"

"No, there are many better than me." Park Min Ho replied.

An old man was a little unhappy: "Son of the Pu family, you have been outside for a long time and have learned the tempers of outsiders? You must tell the truth whether it is good or bad."

"Huh?" Park Min Ho was confused.

A nearby villager pointed at Ying Xuewu: "That girl said that you are the most powerful, more powerful than them all!"

Is she better than him? That Ying Xuewu reached the top five, but he was defeated by Zhe Zhiwei.

Park Min Ho smiled bitterly: "They said that out of politeness."

When one kid heard this, he quit and immediately stood up and walked straight to Xining: "Brother Minhao, are you better than you?"

Park Min Ho has a headache. It's not good for a person to be too straight.

Xining pretended not to understand and waited until the translation came over before speaking. At this time, he also thought of a more appropriate answer: "Yes!"

"But why did he call you a liar?" The child was actually very angry. Park Min Ho was the pride of the whole village: "We said he was very powerful, so why isn't he great? If you lie, that's not good. Being great means being great.

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Park Min Ho could only say hello apologetically: "That's just how they are, don't worry about it."

Xining smiled brightly: "Yes, he is very powerful, but he doesn't think so, so he still needs to learn and practice. Only when you know how powerful you are, you are a real master."
Chapter completed!