The quick-traveling villain has no way to escape.

Song Tingyun is very self-aware about what kind of script he has in hand. He doesn't think he will have any magical skills. Now that he starts studying and getting fame, he will definitely be able to reach the sky in one step.

This is the halo that only the protagonist has. It would be nice if a vicious villain like him didn't get beaten to death with random sticks.

Another reason why Song Tingyun is so obsessed with making money is because of the original owner. He has experienced so many small worlds and has never sympathized with the original owner. He even feels that people like the original owner deserve their punishment.

But this world is different. In this world, Song Tingyun feels that the original owner is very pitiful.

He had no way to choose his own birth. If he could, he wouldn't want his mother to be a slave. He also wouldn't want to be labeled as someone who destroys other people's feelings as soon as he is born.

If possible, he even wondered if the original owner thought about how nice it would be if he was born into an ordinary farmer's family.

How little the Song family paid attention to him, how much they despised him and didn't take him seriously.

Song Tingyun wants to be so outstanding now. He wants to make everyone in the Song family, old and young, regret their original decision, their attitude towards him, and their actions.

"Actually, one of the reasons is to match you. Secondly, I want the people of the Song family to see that I can still live a good life without the Song family. It's better than they imagined."

"I'll help you." Qi Minglou heard the rumors about Song Tingyun.

The evil things the original owner did in the original plot were all done after Song Tingyun came. Before that, he had been an unknown or even ignored existence in the Song family.

Naturally, there would be no random remarks. Later, all Qi Minglou knew about it.

He didn't have a good impression of the Song family at all, he just felt that this family was not a good person.

Now Song Tingyun wants to fight for himself and slap the Song family in the face. He might help.

The reason why Liushu Village is poor is that there is very little fertile land in the village. It is backed by mountains and most of it is rocky wasteland. If crops are planted, they either fail to sprout or bear fruit, and over time it becomes a deserted wasteland.

As a result, the price of fertile land is very high, and no one cares about wasteland.

After Qi Minglou regained his consciousness, he had been observing everywhere in Liushu Village in the past few days, otherwise he would not have made the unmarried female brother in the village secretly fall in love with him.

In today's era, which emphasizes agriculture over commerce, the only merchants who can be respected by others are drug dealers.

"There are large tracts of wasteland in Liushu Village. Although these wastelands cannot grow crops, they are very suitable for the growth of medicinal materials." Qi Minglou began to give Song Tingyun ideas, "The price of wasteland is very cheap. We can purchase large areas of wasteland and then Used to grow medicinal herbs.”

When Song Tingyun heard this, he hissed and sat up straighter. Why hadn't he thought of this? Yes, he couldn't afford fertile land, so he couldn't afford wasteland.

Is it reliable to just grow medicinal materials?

Since medicinal materials are grown, they must be planted in a large area. It is impossible to plant only a little. Will there be a medical center to collect such a large area?

"Will this work?"

"Just plant it." Since Qi Minglou dared to say this, it meant that he had a solution, "I will handle the sales of the medicinal materials."

Song Tingyun: "..."

Isn't this going around still borrowing the light of Qiming Tower?

Song Tingyun was a little unhappy.

"You and I are husband and wife now, and you still want to argue so clearly with me that you don't regard me as your pillow partner?" Qi Minglou knew that Song Tingyun had his persistence, so he deliberately used provocation.

Sure enough, when he heard what Qi Minglou said, Song Tingyun immediately retorted: "No, I just want to rely on myself."

"You really have to rely on yourself." Qi Minglou rubbed Song Tingyun's hair, "Tomorrow I will take you up the mountain to find various medicinal materials. I will teach you how to identify them one by one."

"Do you know so much?" Song Tingyun leaned against Qi Minglou, his eyes filled with admiration.

The description of Qi Minglou in the original plot said that although he was a military commander, he had an outstanding appearance, and he also had outstanding talents. He was well-read in poetry and books, and he was a man with ambitions in all directions.

Knowing that the author in every small world would shape the protagonist perfectly, Song Tingyun never expected that Qi Minglou would be so perfect and know so much.

The reason why Qi Minglou understands this is not because he has to study it specifically, but because he has been marching and fighting for so many years, and has been through the door of hell many times. Over time, he will naturally understand this, just like a long-term illness can become a cure.

"When marching and fighting, there will inevitably be a shortage of military pay and medicine in the military camp. As time goes by, you will understand."

"Then you must have lived a hard life for so many years." Song Tingyun had discovered a long time ago that there were countless large and small scars on Qi Minglou's body. He once traced those scars like hills and valleys over and over with his fingers.

These are Qi Minglou's medals of merit.

"Without suffering, the people of Wuxuan Kingdom will be able to live in peace, and everything will be worth it."

Qi Minglou was a man of great righteousness, and he had never felt bitter.

"You." Song Tingyun held Qi Minglou's face and kissed him on the lips, "The person I love is a great hero. It's great."

Facing Song Tingyun's initiative to kiss him, Qi Minglou naturally picked him up and walked to the bedroom.

Both of them are at a young and vigorous age. Qi Minglou has been a monk for more than 20 years and has just started to eat meat. Song Tingyun is a calm, enthusiastic and seductive little fairy.

The two often started to clash with each other with just one move.

At this moment, the sky has not completely darkened, and the sunset has just set and the sky is covered with fiery red light.

Ahe was still cooking in the kitchen, and he was no longer surprised. He could even hear those ambiguous gasps coming from him again, and he used two balls of cotton to block his ears with an expressionless face.

On the albizia tree outside the window, sparrows were jumping around on the branches.

The house is full of spring scenery.

Song Tingyun was tortured for a full two hours. At first, he could tease Qi Minglou recklessly, but later he could only moan and cry for mercy.

The husband screamed countless times, but in the end it was because his stomach was growling with hunger that Qi Minglou let him go.

Dinner was also served on the bed in the house. He was so tired that his whole body was so weak that he lay in Qi Minglou's arms and let Qi Minglou feed him bite by bite.

Song Tingyun was crying while eating, and would glare at Qi Minglou from time to time. Fortunately, they were far away from the center of the village chief, otherwise they might have been pointed at and scolded.

You can't mess with a man who is a soldier, his physical strength is too scary.

In the past, when I was stupid, I could coax and stop when I was told, but now I don't listen at all.

What a stud!