The old farmer smiled and said, "When we work hard in the middle later and hoe the many roots, it will be fine. If we don't have to wait until winter, we will water it later, and we can also suppress it."

So there is a trick!

Chen An relaxed his heart and sat by the field and chatted with a few old farmers.

"What do you think of this Jinfei Dan?"

"nice one!"

Several old farmers were very happy: "Mr., is this thing only available in our farm?"

“That’s the case for the time being.”

Several old farmers looked disappointed and asked to start making Golden Fat Pills now.

People are selfish, but they are reluctant to give it to others if they have benefits.

Chen An carefully told them the production method several times until he could repeat it, and then he walked around the village.

"Mr. Lang, you have grown up!"

On the way back, Chen Luo suddenly remembered something and held it in for a long time. Just when Shen An wanted to suck him, he said this.

"Grown?"

Seventeen years old!

After arriving at home, Chen An measured his size.

It's OK, it looks like 1.75 meters.

If you work hard, you may have a chance.

Chen An was happy in his heart, so he made people prepare wine to celebrate.

"The only difference is the one who is so sad and ecstasy."

Chen An was a little sad. He knew that this was his reaction that he had not yet practiced.

If a person reaches the point of cultivation, he will get used to parting because he knows that life is like a journey, everything will change, and only you exist.

He stood in the yard and sighed, feeling that he could write a romance book...

He looked up at the sky forty-five degrees, thinking that he had been familiar with classics since childhood, and was pitiful and devoted himself to revitalizing the cause of the Song Dynasty and had no time to copy. It was a pity.

This posture is very exciting, but your neck will be sore after a long time.

Chen An shook his head and listened to the sounds made on his neck, feeling that he would sooner or later become a patient with cervical spondylitis.

"I'm worried about Da Song, is it easy..."

"Yeah?"

"certainly……"

Chen An slowly turned around and saw Zhao Zhen in casual clothes.

Chen Zhongheng followed Zhao Zhen, winked at Chen An, looking gloating.

What does it mean to worry about the Song Dynasty? Where did you put the official family?

Chen An instantly squeezed out a pure smile and greeted him and said, "The official family is actually a white dragon fish again? The cool autumn air is just killing people and setting fires... No, there are many traitors! We have to be careful, at least bring more guards..."

Zhao Zhen was so angry that he frowned slightly by the words of murder and setting fire. He took the lead in. Chen Zhongheng pointed outside. Chen An went outside the yard and took a look. He saw a group of guards standing in the front yard of the Shen family with their chests and belly sagging.

Zhuang Laoshi was excited to invite these people to have tea, but no one paid attention to him.

This is the time to show off, and being loyal to one's duties is the king!

"Honest!"

Zhuang came over honestly, and Chen An said seriously: "These are all loyal guards. Not to mention drinking tea, Shen's stools will not sit on the Shen family, so don't worry about it."

Zhuang Laoshi was stunned, then turned around and saw the guards looking at each other.

Damn we pretended to be loyal, but if you didn't say you could cooperate, you would even pour cold water on it.

Chen Zhongheng felt that this guy was really cramped and when Chen An followed in, he whispered: "The official family is in a bad mood."

Chen An glanced at Zhao Zhen walking in front of him with his hands behind his back, thinking to himself that what does it have to do with him in a bad mood? I, Chen An, aren't a punching bag.
Chapter completed!