Rural Shennong

Chen Ping researched around for a long time, found a mechanism, and successfully opened the light curtain at the door.

After going out, Chen Ping warned Delino: "You must keep everything a secret today, even to those close to you, so as not to be noticed by the Holy Court of Light."

Delino said impatiently: "I see, you don't need to tell me."

After speaking, she spread her wings and flew away from the manor.

Miao Runlian looked at Delino's back thoughtfully: "Ping, why is the clothes on her back torn?"

Chen Ping told Miao Runlian about the situation inside.

Miao Runlian gasped: "Is this true?"

Chen Ping nodded: "If you don't believe me, I'll take you in and have a look."

Miao Runlian finished watching the big formation inside, and came out with a dazed expression: "Ping, what if those birdmen come and we can't beat them?"

Chen Ping was silent for a moment: "You don't have to be afraid, if it doesn't work, let's all retreat to the secret realm."

In fact, Chen Ping didn't take Birdman too seriously. Since he practiced, he has had few opponents, and he has developed the self-confidence of a constant winner.

Even if he couldn't beat him, Chen Ping felt that he had a way out, and at worst, he would bring his relatives and friends back to the secret realm to try his luck.

After a few years of development in the secret realm, it won't be too late for him to return to Earth when his cultivation becomes strong.

For the next two days, Chen Ping studied the formation carefully.

Miao Runlian was responsible for delivering meals to Chen Ping.

"Ping, have you researched anything?"

Chen Ping frowned: "A good news or a bad news, which one do you listen to first?"

Miao Runlian opened the lunch box and poured Chen Ping a glass of wine: "Let's hear the good news first!"

Chen Ping picked up the braised pork with his chopsticks, and took a sip of the wine: "The good news is that the vineyard is fine."

"The lack of aura in the vineyard is all due to the constant demand for that protective light curtain."

"Now that I've closed the light curtain, you can take someone to change the soil, and then sprinkle the elixir, and the grapes will grow well."

Miao Runlian asked, "What about the bad news?"

Chen Ping put down his chopsticks and sighed: "The bad news is that I can't figure out the light curtain on that stone pillar."

"Because it was discovered that the energy of the light curtain on the stone pillar all came from an underground fire-type spiritual vein."

"It's not that I can't cut off this spiritual vein, but after it's cut off, a nearby dormant volcano will soon erupt, which will cause a series of chain reactions and lead to the loss of life."

"So I can only think of other ways."

Miao Runlian comforted: "Ping, you don't have to worry."

"No matter how strong those birdmen are, they are not much stronger."

"Besides, when the people in the holy court and their believers see the appearance of the bird man, I'm afraid a civil strife is inevitable."

"Maybe they will bring themselves down by then."

Chen Ping hugged Miao Runlian's waist, and kissed her forehead lightly: "I hope it's like what you said."

The spiritual energy problem of the manor was solved, even though it was already dark, Miao Runlian couldn't wait to lead someone to re-drip the spiritual liquid to the grape seedlings.

Punta Rabe Manor has 160 square kilometers, but most of them are Gold Coast and golf courses, and tourism and vacation projects occupy a lot of land.

The grape plantation only occupies [-] square kilometers, which is also an extremely vast area.

Zhang Yu and his daughter Zhang Qing looked at Chen Ping, the new owner of the manor and the new employees busy, with reservations about their behavior.

He had already persuaded Miao Runlian to invite those old employees back, but Miao Runlian didn't listen, and there was nothing he could do.

Zhang Qing said disdainfully: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a loss before your eyes. When they suffer, they will know what compromise is!"

Zhang Yu said calmly: "There are always some people who feel that they are different, let them go about their business."

Chen Ping happened to pass by, and when he heard Zhang Yu's words, he said coldly, "You also have the same thoughts as those foreign devils?"

"What? Are the grapes grown by foreigners more fragrant?"

Zhang Yu frowned and said, "Boss, I'm not worshiping foreigners, I'm doing it for your own good."

"Except for the local foreigners, no one knows how to plant this vineyard."

"If you don't invite them back, this place will soon become a wasteland."

Chen Ping smiled lightly: "I am a farmer, and I know better than you how to farm the land."

"You just have to do your job well, and don't worry about anything else."

Zhang Qing poked her neck and said, "Mr. Chen, this is the land of Europe, not the land of Huaguo. Your method may not work."

Chen Ping pointed at her and said, "Your father is my employee, so he is not qualified to tell me what to do, and you are even less qualified, understand?"

Looking at Chen Pingyuan's back, Zhang Qing blushed angrily: "Dad, look at what he said, it's not a gentleman's demeanor."

"Sure enough, as the newspaper said, he is a brainless upstart!"

Her mother is from Gaul, and grew up in Gaul since she was a child. She has long regarded Gaul as her hometown, and has no sense of belonging to Hua.

After so many years of rendering by the European media, she also has a very bad impression of the Chinese people.

Zhang Yu raised a finger: "Shhh! Say a few words less."

"After all, I still have to make a living with him to earn tuition for you."

Zhang Qing rolled her eyes: "I've already done an internship, and my salary is not low, how much is your tuition?"

"I see that you are reluctant to let go of your craft."

Zhang Yu's wine making skills are very good, but unfortunately he is Chinese and is not welcomed by Europeans.

A good winery would not hire him at all, so he could only hide in the poor place of Pont-Rabe, studying wine-making techniques painstakingly.

If it weren't for his superb skills, the wine produced would be undrinkable based on the quality of the grapes in Pont-Labe.

"It's not easy for you to come here. Go and rest early with me. I'll take you to the beach tomorrow."

They are going to rest, Chen Ping is not idle yet.

Under his leadership, the crowd worked half the night before they sprinkled all the grapes with spiritual liquid.

As a winemaker, Zhang Yu's nose is very sensitive. The next morning, when Zhang Yu woke up from his sleep, he smelled a sweet fragrance.

He put on his clothes and went downstairs, still twitching his nose: "Xiao Qing, did you make jam, it smells so good!"

Zhang Qing came out of her bedroom rubbing her eyes: "Dad, I just woke up, what jam are you talking about?"

Zhang Yu was slightly taken aback: "You didn't make jam, so where did the taste come from?"

Zhang Qing smiled and said, "I think you are greedy for jam?"

"Come on, I know there's a new restaurant in the city, I'll take you to eat jam salad."

After the two of them finished washing, they opened the door arm in arm, and a strong fruity scent came over their faces.

Before they came back to their senses, everything in front of them stunned them so shocked that their eyeballs almost popped out.