The two fat men found that whether it was Chen San, the owner of the grain store, Niu Er, the owner of the butcher shop, and the three landlords, Lao Cai, they all were afraid of their junior brothers.

They carried food up the mountain, they carried fresh beef up the mountain, and they carried shoulder poles up the mountain, and they must have been here to give gifts to their junior brothers.

Looking at the half of the cow on Niu Er's shoulder, Xiong Da and Xiong Er were drooling in a greed manner.

They are so poor on this mountain.

I haven't eaten meat for three months.

Not to mention eating meat, I am afraid that food will be out of stock in a few days.

Now, they eat coarse grain cakes and green vegetable porridge every day, just with old pickles. This is their three meals a day.

Now Xiong Da and Xiong Er understand. No wonder the junior brother of the head sect came back and slept for a day and night, not even eating. In love, the junior brother was waiting for them to deliver food and meat up the mountain.

At this moment.

The two fat men admired their junior brother so much that they were so proud of them.

Since that diarrhea incident, the two of them have been angry and afraid of their junior brother, and they want to beat him to death, but they are also afraid that he will use strange and insidious methods to deal with them.

Now, they support their junior brother from the bottom of their hearts.

No, it is to support the head from the bottom of my heart.

In order to show the majesty of the unknown yam herb garden, the two fat men pulled their gongs and sang war songs loudly. The sound was simply shocking and wept.

The villagers all cried.

Too shocking and so touching.

How come there are such nice and exciting songs in the world?

My tears are all flowing down. No one should stop me, let my tears flow for a while.

In fact, the real situation is...

The villagers were all destroyed and cried by the extremely harsh and harsh singing.

Are you two fat guys still going to end?

People sing for money, but you sing for death!

God, please be kind and take these two fat guys away!

Hundreds of people were present, and the woman in red was the only one who enjoyed the song.

The melody of this song is light, catchy, playful and cute, evokes her childhood memories, drives away all the worries in her heart, and makes her mood extremely beautiful.

She sang in a low voice, and the more she sang, the more fascinated she became.

She was shocked to find that the person who created this song was simply a genius!

This song was definitely not written by two fat men like idiots.

It is even more impossible that Li Busan and Si are not.

The answer was about to come out.

It must be him!

It must be this song written by Fan Jian.

"...Love the head, love labor, and when you grow up, you must make contributions to the villagers..."

After Li Busanbusi's death, Fan Jian, the head of Wumingshan Herb Garden, actually arranged the word "Zheng" in the lyrics, and added "love" in front of it.

How narcissistic is this person? How shameless!

The woman in red was shocked again.

Too shameless!

The woman in red found out that she had gained some knowledge today.

She felt that Fan Jian's face was thicker than the city walls of the Yun royal family.

Uh no!

Using the royal city wall to describe Fan Jian’s face is simply an insult to the royal city wall.

Where is Fan Jian so shameless?

He is shameless at all!

Just as she was thinking about it, the shameless guy finally appeared.

Fan Jian was very angry.

He hates others coming to disturb him when he is having a meal.

Although he only ate eight coarse grain cakes for breakfast, drank half a pot of green vegetable porridge, and gnawed the whole old lump pickles the size of a fist.

However, such a rich breakfast is definitely not something that everyone can enjoy.

He touched his belly and walked out of the kitchen lazily.

"Meet Master Fan."

Holding pine nuts and bowing.

"Meet Master Fan."

Chen San, Niu Er, Tang Long, and the three landlords, Lao Cai, all bowed to Fan Jian.

"Okay, OK, since you are here, don't talk so much nonsense. Have you sent all 10,000 kilograms of grain, 10,000 kilograms of beef, and 71,000 taels of silver?"

What Fan Jian wants is meat, food, and white silver.

He doesn't care whether others politely politely to him. He hates this kind of customary etiquette. He thinks that it's good to say hello and shake hands when they meet each other.

"Master Fan, fortunately, we allocated food overnight. Finally, in the early morning of this year, we collected 10,000 kilograms of food. I'll send it to you immediately."

The grain shop owner Chen San smiled and did not forget to seek credit.

Tang Long said on the side: "Master Qibian, it is me who personally supervised Chen San and Beef Er, allocated grains and slaughtered beef. I can guarantee that 10,000 kilograms of grain are all new grains, and 10,000-year-old beef is all fresh beef that is not sick."

Fan Jian glanced at him and said, "It's a good job."

Tang Long was flattered.

He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Fan for your praise, it's all Xiao Tang's duty."

Niu Er opened his mouth aside several times, but he didn't even interrupt.

He felt a little angry.

After working hard for a long night, I didn't even sleep, and finally got enough 10,000 kilograms of beef. I originally wanted to come up the mountain, but I was close to Fan Jiantao and let it go, but Tang Long robbed me of the merit.

Niu Erxin was unwilling to accept it.

He carried half a cow and said anxiously: "Master Fan, I have brought you 10,000 kilograms of beef. I have asked someone to carve your master's two tombstones. I invited a stonemason with the Lumen Gate in the city, the most top carving craftsman in the city. He promised to carve the tombstone within three days. At that time, I hope Master Fan will go to the bridge to unveil the tombs of Ling Shi."

Fan Jian nodded with a smile.

Today, he really looked at Niu Er with admiration.

This old boy is a rough man, but he also has time to be careful. He is not bad and worthy of praise.

Fan Jian's smile made Niu Er feel excited.

Hehe, I finally got the reward of Master Fan’s smile and I didn’t work in vain all night.

At this time.

The three landlords and wealthy people stepped forward to offer treasures.

"Master Fan, this is my little blessing, and I offer you 35,000 taels of silver."

"Master Fan, this is my Xiao Liang, who has given 28,000 taels of silver."

"Master Fan, this is the eight thousand taels of silver I, Xiao Tang, offered."

The three fat, fat, white-haired landlords, Lao Cai, all bowed to Fan Jian, respectfully like their grandson.

Fan Jian's eyes swept through bags of grain, pieces of fresh beef with blood flowing, and boxes of white silver, feeling so happy.

He waved his hand, "Xiong Da, Xiong Er, come here quickly, lead the way, and send all the grain, beef and silver into our warehouse."

"Sir, we are here."

Xiong Dai and Xiong Er were almost crazy excited.

It's actually true!

These people are actually here to give gifts to the junior brother of the sect.

My God!

Ten thousand kilograms of grain! Ten thousand kilograms of beef!

When will I finish eating?!

There are more than 70,000 taels of white silver!

My God!

So much money can be piled up into a mountain of silver.

I came out of the womb, and I had never seen so much money.

Uh no!

I probably came out of the womb, and I never heard of so much money.

Junior brother!

Junior brother of the sect!

How did you do it?

Could it be that you survived the disaster and were possessed by gods?
Chapter completed!