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- "I think this piece of black soil is several times, hundreds of times more valuable than that Hunyuan grass." Wang Wang smiled and walked to the black soil, squatted down, and reached out to touch the black soil. It felt very comfortable, just like in his hand. Take a handful of quicksand.
"Put it down, put it down." The old farmer shouted excitedly, and took a few steps to Wang Wang's side. He looked like he was going to fight for his life.
Wang Wang smiled, the black soil really has a mystery. He clapped his hands and stood up, "Haha, it seems that senior is particularly concerned about this black soil." He looked at the old farmer with ulterior motives. I have discovered your secret. Let's see what you do.
The old farmer said coldly, "I don't know if I care, but I don't like others touching my things." He stared at Wang Wang with an eagle eye.
A very strong smell of gunpowder.
"Okay, okay." The white-haired old man quickly stood up to make peace. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have brought Wang Wang to see the old farmer if he were killed. It was a thankless task.
"You go, I don't want to see you. I'm not interested in arrogant people, they are very annoying." The old farmer issued an eviction order and did not want to see Wang Wang again.
"Senior, the arrogance of people with capital is self-confidence. I don't like the arrogant people you mentioned, but it's a pity that I'm not that kind of person." Wang Wang was not at a disadvantage.
"You, you." The old farmer was too anxious to speak. It would be great to sleep in early in the morning. Who would have thought that he would be disturbed by this unknown boy. Of course, if he knew that Wang Wang was from the ghost doctor sect, he would not have such thoughts.
The white-haired old man wanted to stop them from continuing to talk like this.
Wang Wang had no intention of giving in. "Senior, could it be that you are afraid that I will really grow that Hunyuan Grass, and that you will lose face?" He cleverly began to use the provocation method.
"Haha, that's ridiculous. What am I afraid of? I said that I can only plant one more Hunyuan grass, and I can only do it myself. Outsiders want to plant it, and they are just talking nonsense." The old farmer looked at Wang with a funny look. Wang, in his eyes, Wang Wang just overestimates his capabilities.
Seeing the two of them like this, the white-haired old man stood aside a little watching the excitement, staring at the black soil with his eyes, and seemed to notice something unusual. He recalled that every time the old farmer planted on the black soil before, he decided to He was not allowed to move around, which was very suspicious. "Good boy, I've been watching for several years and still can't figure it out. You're a good boy. You can figure it out in just a cup of tea." He praised Wang Wang secretly.
Wang Wang didn¡¯t notice the changes in the white-haired old man at this time. He always had a confident smile on his face, and he firmly believed that the old farmer would let him try.
After some struggle, the old farmer burst out laughing, while Wang Wang and the white-haired old man looked confused.
"Young man, I'll give you a chance, so that no one will say that I, an old guy, bully you." His eyes narrowed into a line, and his tone was relaxed.
Seeing that things had turned around, Wang Wang was secretly happy, "Thank you, senior." He cupped his fists and smiled.
"But I have a condition." The old farmer laughed, left the black soil, and walked towards the wooden house with light steps. Now that he had talked about this, he would not think that Wang Wang would continue to attack the black soil rashly.
"Senior, tell me." Wang Wang was stunned, but this would make it easier to accept.
"Wait, I'll get something." The old farmer left a word, and both feet stepped into the wooden house. With a creak, the wooden house slowly closed.
"You're not a simple boy. You can actually let a nigger talk to you for such a long time. The first time I saw him, he was driven away in just a few minutes. It's amazing." The white-haired old man said nothing. Know if it's a compliment.
"It's just a common topic." Wang Wang squeezed out a sentence with a smile, but his eyes never left the wooden house.
Seeing him like this, the white-haired old man squatted alone on the edge of the black soil, observing the black soil with great interest.
At Donghai Fishing Village, everyone searched the village but could not find Wang Wang. At a crossroads, Leng Yan stared at the few clouds in the blue sky without saying a word, feeling inexplicably restless in her heart, "Where did that kid Wang Wang go? Is there anything going on?" There was a voice that kept asking herself. .
Han Yu simply sat down on the grass, lowered his head, very worried.
A car drove over quickly, braked suddenly, and two young girls jumped out of the car, looking extremely anxious. "Grandpa, our grandpa is also missing." Xi Meng, who walked to the front, spoke first, blinking her eyelids with great anxiety.
Everyone was stunned again, Leng Yan came over, "You said the village chief is also missing." She looked at Xi Meng with some surprise.
Xi Meng nodded. When Leng Yan called in the morning and asked them to find Wang Wang, Xi Meng went out very early.Unable to get through and lose face, the two searched the village and found nothing. Xi Meng went to see his grandfather to check on the situation. When he came to the place where his grandfather did his morning exercises, his friend said that his grandfather did not come today. The two sisters searched around but found nothing. They realized something had happened and drove over quickly.
"If something happens to grandpa, I will definitely not let you go." Xi Yan stared at everyone and put all the responsibility on Leng Yan's side, "Hurry up and hand over the man named Wang. Grandpa's disappearance It must have something to do with him."
"Little girl, you can't say that." Leng Yan was in a bad mood, and she suddenly contradicted Xi Yan.
"Who are you talking about, little girl?" Xi Yan was unwilling to give in.
"Whoever is young is a little girl." After Leng Yan said this, she deliberately puffed up her chest, her breasts standing tall and tall.
Xi Yan is so popular, how could she be so small? The more competitive ones also raised their breasts. If Wang Wang had seen such a scene at this time, he would probably have to sit down on a bench and drool, what a human breast! ! !
"Okay, okay." Xi Meng was really going to be pissed off. "Stop arguing and calm down. What time has it been? The most important thing now is to find them."
Xi Yan and Leng Yan then glared at each other and walked away.
After a while, everyone separated and looked for the two of them in the village
Deep in the mountains, Wang Wang had been waiting for about a meal when he heard a muffled sound in the house. He was about to go forward to ask. The wooden door creaked open, and the old farmer came out with a dusty face, holding a The dirty puppet is made of yellow cloth. It has a nose and eyes, and is wearing a red dress. It looks a bit human. If Wang Wang hadn't had good eyesight, he might have thought that the old farmer was carrying a puppet. The child comes out.
The white-haired old man's eyesight was very poor. He stood up suddenly and said, "Nigger, why did you bring a child out?"
The old farmer ignored the white-haired old man, walked directly to Wang Wang, and threw the puppet to the ground. The puppet hit the ground with a splash, and the threads under his feet fell apart, revealing white cotton.
Wang Wang didn¡¯t know what the old farmer wanted to do, so he concentrated on it and remained silent.
"It was you who cured the white ghost granddaughter's mysterious blood." The old farmer asked. "Don't lie to me." His eyes were fixed directly on Wang Wang's eyes. People say that eyes are the windows to human beings. You can tell if you are lying by looking at your eyes.
Wang Wang will not deny the facts. "It was indeed me who cured it. I don't know why senior asked about this."
The old farmer observed Wang Wang and found no sign that he was lying. He took out a string from his pocket and threw it casually. The string quickly flew to a big tree, circle after circle, in the blink of an eye. I just tied a bow in a short amount of time. The old farmer pulled hard and it was very strong. Then he bent down and tied the other side of the string to the puppet's head, and threw it up. The puppet hung under the tree as if someone had hanged it, swaying in the wind.
Wang Wang took a step back and paid close attention to the old farmer's every move.
"Nigger, what are you doing?" The white-haired old man was puzzled.
"It's nothing, just let this kid get out of the way." The old farmer stared at Wang Wang with a smile. The white-haired old man turned his attention to Wang Wang at the same time, having a premonition that something very strange would happen.
"Being able to cure Xuan Xue Ming means that your medical skills are good. Are you interested in showing your skills?" The old farmer stared at Wang Wang.
Wang Wang looked at the puppet and then at the old farmer. He was confused but had no intention of giving in. He had reached this point and he could figure out the secret of the black soil right before his eyes. No matter what, he would not give up. "Senior, you said that as long as it is not cancelled, I am willing to show my shame."
The old farmer smiled and took out a bottle of ink in his hand. He walked to the puppet in a few steps and tore open the cloth on the puppet's head, revealing a large ball of white cotton.
"Senior, what is this?" Wang Wang seemed to know the old farmer's intention, but he was not sure.
"You can try to plant Hunyuan Grass. I will pour the ink from the puppet's head. As long as you can seal it with a silver needle and prevent it from flowing to the soles of the puppet's feet, any needle will do." The old farmer said calmly.
One word stirred up a thousand waves. Wang Wang's heart trembled, and the white-haired old man almost lost his balance. It's a fool's errand to think of inserting silver needles into cotton to stop the ink from flowing down. The image of water seeping into cotton kept reappearing in their minds, and the more they thought about it, the more impossible it became.
"How is it? Are you sure?" The old farmer smiled and opened the cap of the ink bottle. "If I think it's okay, I'll fall down." Wang Wang didn't say anything, and the old farmer smiled and capped the ink bottle again, "Of course, I won't force it if I don't want to take risks."?¡± The smile was thick.
The white-haired old man looked at Wang Wang. Everyone was waiting for Wang Wang's answer.
Wang Wang closed his eyes, and his mind went blank. It was chaotic, so chaotic, and his breath was very unstable. Ah, he shouted, and his mood started to get a little restless.
"Forget it, let's go back first. Don't be the same as this old guy." The white-haired old man was a little sad to see Wang Wang like this, and stepped forward to comfort him.
"Thank you." Wang Wang suddenly calmed down and looked at the old farmer, "Can you give me a moment?"
"Of course." The old farmer smiled.
"Thank you." Wang Wang nodded, and at the same time gestured to the white-haired old man, walked towards the river alone, sat down on a big rock and fell into deep thought.
The old farmer leisurely moved out two chairs from the wooden house, "Sit down, he's not that fast. You said he was from that sect, so he wouldn't lie to me." The voice was very soft, and only two people could hear it clearly.
The white-haired old man was still in a daze, and it took him a long time to recover. "I feel like it, don't you feel it?"
The old farmer looked at Wang Wang by the river and smiled, "If so, it would be fun. After waiting for most of my life, it is finally here. Even if I die and go to Jiuquan, I will have the honor to meet the master." His face was somewhat comforting. The two looked at each other and smiled, silent.
Wang Wang sat by the river, and the sound of the rushing water could be heard in his ears. In my mind, the golden color slowly opened
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