My martial spirit in Douluo is Kunpeng

Holy Soul Farmhouse.

The reason why it is called this is because the village has changed very quickly in the past two years. Hundreds of acres of land have been automatically irrigated by rivers. From the mountain, it looks green at first glance.

After listening to Tang Shi's reform suggestions, the village elder Jack and several reputable old men thought about it carefully and discussed it for three days and three nights. They felt that it was feasible, so they started to transform the Holy Soul Village in a drastic way.

Time is often the best experimental result. Half a year later, the village had a bumper harvest and couldn't finish the food. Shenghun Village was renamed Shenghun Farmhouse.

Tang Shi was skeptical about the handprint stone tablet that was suspected to be left by the soul saint at the entrance of the village, but it did not prevent him from proposing a reform plan, renovating and decorating, knocking down the surrounding houses, and building a 200-square-meter yard.

The courtyard is large enough to accommodate more than five hundred people gathered here to listen to Tang poetry.

It doesn't count as a eloquent speech. At most, he brought over his speeches from his previous life and carried them forward here.

Maybe instead of a speech, brainwashing is more appropriate.

"What is our goal!" On the podium, Tang Shi held the speech and read slowly.

He thought that if he could not awaken his martial soul, he would develop rapidly in this village.

He had already thought about the names in the future. Shenghun Farmhouse was changed to Shenghun County, and finally it was changed back to Shenghun City. If possible, he thought about using scientific methods to conquer the aborigines on Douluo Continent and let them take a look. , the fruits of the technological explosion.

It's just that there is not enough time. The martial soul will be awakened in another month, so the reform plan can only be put on hold for the time being.

Although shelved, it does not prevent Tang Shi from instilling knowledge on Blue Star.

"Make money, make money, make money." In the crowd, a sallow man with an impassioned face shouted excitedly.

"That's right, our goal is to make money, make money, make money, make a lot of money, sleep on the floor today and be the boss tomorrow!" Tang Shi pointed at the dog carrier she had pulled and stamped her feet excitedly.

"Sleep on the floor today, be the boss tomorrow, sleep on the floor today, be the boss tomorrow." In the crowd, there were three more strong men, waving their hands and shouting loudly.

Soon, more than a dozen dog caretakers responded one by one, and the yard erupted with excited and excited sounds.

"Sleep on the floor today, be the boss tomorrow! Our goal is to make money, make money, make money." The chaotic voice spread throughout the entire Shenghun Farmhouse.

Under the stage, Tang San, who was sitting on a chair, had a flushed face and opened his mouth, wanting to join the crowd and shout together, but he forcibly stopped him.

The Xuantian Technique was running, and the inner energy wandered around the body. Tang San closed his eyes, opened them, took a long breath, and muttered: "If I hadn't known that this was a performance, I almost thought this was a pyramid scheme."

After a while, the speech ended, and the atmosphere in the villagers was high. Tang Shi bowed with a smile on his face, and slowly said: "Now we invite our village flower team, Mrs. Yang, to sing a folk song for everyone."

After saying that, Tang Shi walked off the stage, picked up a piece of bluesilver grass and held it in his mouth. He came to sit down next to Tang San, shook his head, and said with emotion: "This is the only choice for now."

Tang San"……"

There is no entertainment in this world, and the villagers don’t know what entertainment is. They do nothing but work in the fields every day, and then go home to eat and sleep.

Now that there are automatic irrigation technologies, greenhouses, etc., the villagers have begun to have leisure time and money to spend. Last month, Tang Shi thought about it and proposed to hold an opera here every month.

Anyway, his life consists of nothing more than daily meals and exercise. He has to have some fun and enrich his life.

So, the old village chief Jack put together a plan, found some twenty dog ​​sitters to enhance the atmosphere, and then ran to Notting City to invite theater performers to come over and organize the performance.

News spread that villagers in several nearby villages have been imitating the changes of Shenghun Farmhouse in the past two years. Although it looks decent, it lacks core skills and has extra money. So, they ran over to watch this performance. What is it, and also carefully observe what the missing core technology is.

On the stone path, Tang Hao drank rice wine in sips and walked staggeringly. The smell of alcohol spread around him, and the passing villagers took the initiative to move out of the way.

Faced with the villagers' pointing, Tang Hao didn't care. He raised his eyelids, looked at the wooden sign above the yard, and said: "Holy Soul Stage, if you are talented, come."

The voice was choppy and low.

Listening to the noise in the courtyard, he stumbled in, leaned against the door rail, took a sip of wine, and shouted: "Mistress, come back and cook for me, Mistress..."

Tang Hao's voice was very loud, and for a while, the noise in the courtyard quieted down, but there were still people talking quietly.

"The drunkard Tang Hao is here."

"If he hadn't had two sons, the village would have kicked him out."

"Tang Hao is a waste."

The villagers' discussions reached Tang San's ears. He wanted to refute these people. His father was not useless, but he did not say anything. He lowered his head and said, "Xiao Shi, let's go, dad is here."

"Oh." Tang Shi scratched his head, stood up and glanced at the old village chief Jack who was sitting on the right side of the second floor, looking towards the door with a livid face.

The crowd moved, Tang San and Tang Shi squeezed out of the crowd and arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

Tang San ran over, held Tang Hao's hand, and said softly: "Dad, let's go back."

Tang Hao's eyes were blurred, and he looked at Tang Shi walking step by step. He seemed to see a woman with long light blue hair reaching her waist and bright light blue eyes walking towards her.

Tang Hao slowly reached out his hand and gently touched Tang Shi's cheek. Tears had already climbed onto his face before he knew when.

"Dad, let's go." Tang Shi scratched his head, grabbed the wine bottle, threw it to the distant roof, took away Tang Hao's rough hand, turned and left.

The woman's back was getting further and further away. Tang Hao stared blankly. He stretched out his hand to grab her, but his grasp was empty. He wanted to follow her, but found that his steps were sloppy and he couldn't exert any strength.

"Dad, how much wine have you drunk to get this drunk?" Tang San said angrily on the side, supporting Tang Hao. He looked at Tang Shi who was walking in front and said, "Xiao Shi, you should come over and help me." Take it."

"I'll go back and cook first." Tang Shi waved his hand and Lazy Yangyang spoke.

Regarding the question of whether Tang Hao was his father, Tang Shi didn't know, and Tang Hao didn't answer. Since he asked the question about his life experience two years ago, Tang Hao ignored him, and he didn't communicate much with Tang Hao.

Tang San was an orphan in his previous life. When he traveled through time, although Tang Hao didn't care about him, he would call Tang Hao daddy from the bottom of his heart.

As for Tang Shi, he would call him daddy, but he was not that close to him. More often than not, he would not talk to Tang Hao and would only call him once every few days.

The next morning.

In the courtyard of the blacksmith's meat and poultry shop, Tang Shi held one hand on the back of his hand and one finger on the ground. He put all his body weight on his fingers and slowly moved his body up and down.

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