Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

Under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen wooden tables set up, and every table was full of people. It was obvious that the entire village was mobilized.

People were talking and laughing, it was so lively.

One after another delicious ingredients were brought up and placed on the table, making people salivate.

But even in the face of so many delicious food temptations, none of the villagers moved their chopsticks because their eyes were all focused on Ning Jie.

At this time, Ning Jie was surrounded by these villagers, like stars holding the moon.

"You're eating with chopsticks, why are you standing there in a daze?"

Ning Jie looked around and said.

Village chief Tunan rubbed the back of his head and responded with a simple smile:

"Shengzi Ning, please go first."

Ning Jie smiled helplessly, and then, without being polite, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Then all the villagers followed Ning Jie to taste the delicacy that can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

For a while, cups were pushed and cups were exchanged, and it was very lively to drink and drink.

Tunan's wife Ya was also extremely happy at the moment. In order to surprise everyone, she secretly added some of the precious salt that Ning Jie had given her before in the meal.

The moment the food entered their mouths, everyone was stunned, with expressions on their faces a little dull, and even the chopsticks used to pick up the food stopped motionless in the air.

After a while, Tunan was the first to react from his sluggishness.

He looked at the dishes in front of him in disbelief, then tentatively stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the dishes again and put them into his mouth, chewing and savoring them.

After eating, his eyes lit up and he shouted to his wife Ya in surprise:

"Did you put salt in the food?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ya's mouth, and she nodded.

"Oh my God! Where did you get the salt?"

Tunan's voice rose a lot uncontrollably.

Ya didn't speak, but looked gratefully at Ning Jie, who was drinking slowly.

At this time, my daughter Anu’s childish voice sounded:

"It's from Brother Ning."

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately looked at Ning Jie, their eyes full of surprise and curiosity.

Being watched closely by so many eyes, Ning Jie felt uncomfortable even drinking, so he had to put down his glass and asked:

"It's just some salt, isn't it?"

Facing Ning Jie's indifference, Tunan took a deep breath and said slowly:

"In our ancient Rakshasa country, salt can only be enjoyed by the royal family!"

Ning Jie waved his hand and saw many huge jars appearing in the open space in front of him. These jars were not sealed, and everyone saw the white ice crystal particles inside.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience held their breath.

Quiet.

Endless silence.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone finally couldn’t help shouting and broke the long silence.

"It's salt!"

With endless longing in their hearts, some villagers have begun to lose their minds and want to step forward and touch these salts that are almost impossible to see in their lifetime.

But Tunan also woke up at this time. He was deeply afraid that someone could not help but feel greedy, so he immediately coughed as a reminder.

At the same time, he quickly said to Ning Jie with a solemn expression:

"Shengzi Ning, please quickly collect these salts. In our ancient Rakshasa country, salt is extremely precious. You must not show it so openly!"

But facing Tunan's instructions, Ning Jie just smiled calmly and said:

"This is nothing to me, I can even give this salt to everyone."

"what!"

As soon as Ning Jie finished speaking, Tunan exclaimed and his whole body trembled.

Giving away so much precious salt to everyone is something Tunan would never dare to imagine!

All the villagers were also frightened by Ning Jie's arrogant words. They did not dare to speak and held their breath.

Ning Jie continued calmly:

"Have you forgotten that I am the Holy Son of the Saraswati Sect in the outside world? These salts are nothing to me. You entertained me so warmly today, so what if I give these salts to you?"

"But……"

Tunan wanted to say something else, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Ning Jie.

"That's it!"

Seeing Ning Jie's firm attitude, Tunan didn't know what to say. He could only stand up, bend down deeply, and bow to Ning Jie respectfully:

"Since Ning Shengzi said so, I won't refuse. I, Tunan, will thank you on behalf of everyone!"

After speaking, he paused and continued to add:

"But we can't take the salt from the Holy Son in vain. Let's exchange the best cloth and animal skins for the salt."

This village still remains in the development stage of hunting and weaving, so animal skins and cloth are as valuable as salt.

However, Ning Jie was not interested in these things at all. He thought about it and said:

"I have all these things, so there's no need. If you really want to give me something, then give me basalt bluestone."

"Basalt bluestone? What is it?"

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