Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

This is Qianghua’s eighth year digging winter bamboo shoots in Zhangjia Village.

Xiaoba and Changdu found a crack under the fallen leaves of the bamboo forest and began to use the Shadowless Claw.

For them, claws are always better than tools.

Even the bluebird was shoveling dirt with its tail, making it all dirty.

The three guys are so small that it would take more than an hour or more to dig out each complete bamboo shoot without using any assistance, which is a time-consuming task.

But for them, time is the least valuable thing.

"Qianqian~ How about we have a bamboo shoot feast for lunch?"

Changdu ran over dragging a winter bamboo shoot about the same size and looked up at her.

Don’t get me wrong, this is certainly not asking Qianghua to do it. Their underlying meaning is to ask Qianghua if she wants to eat anything else and if she needs to do it for her.

Qianghua touched it and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

Over the years, Qianghua has made limited progress in learning other things, but she has learned a lot about how to use them and learn to be a slave owner.

After receiving accurate instructions, Changdu dragged the bamboo shoots away with satisfaction.

Qianghua looked towards Zhangjia Village from the hillside. Eight years would be enough to change a lot of things.

The most obvious thing is that all the mud houses and wooden houses in Zhangjia Village have been replaced by houses with blue bricks and tiles, and walls have been built outside the village to keep out wild animals and outsiders.

Even the ancestral hall has been renovated.

What has not changed is that the talents of the Zhangjia Village people still focus entirely on their force value.

Learning literature is difficult, learning martial arts is like divine help.

But now Zhangjia Village is thinking about it. They have specially circled a site at the entrance of the village and built several special ethnic schools. Not only the tribe members are going to attend, but also students from other villages are admitted. Not only that, they also specially invited special scholars to teach them. .

Mr. Xiucai, whose personality changed from gentle and gentle at the beginning to becoming more and more irritable, fully proved that it was not that the previous teachers of ethnic studies were not good at teaching, it was simply that the Zhangjiacun tribesmen were not smart:)

The aroma of food comes from the kitchen.

Qianghua was just about to pack her things, wash her hands and eat, when Zhang Xingyuan came to the door with Chief Zhang and other village decision-makers.

After seeing each other, Qianghua asked them, "What is this?"

Patriarch Zhang and others looked at the person in front of them who had not left any trace on her in eight years, and felt quite emotional in their hearts.

Patriarch Zhang was already a little hunched over, and he was also out of breath during the walk. Seeing this, Qianghua asked Zhang Xingyuan, Zhang Xingmiao and other juniors to go into the house and move benches out.

After everyone sat down, Qianghua asked them, "You didn't come here just to sit down, right?"

Chief Zhang nodded, looked at Qianghua and sighed, "We have something we want to ask you for advice on..."

The changes that the village has undergone today are something that old people like them never dared to think about before.

But since the arrival of "Zhang Mingbao", the village has undergone new changes every day. Her arrival has inexplicably given the Zhang family members the courage to rush out.

"What's the matter?" Qianghua was a little curious. She never participated in the affairs of the Zhang family. Why should she make a decision?

Chief Zhang: "This kid Xingyuan is going to take the tribe out to have a try. What do you think?"

Qianghua looked at Zhang Xingyuan, who was more stable than before, and said in surprise: "Huh? I remember that Xingyuan has been running away in recent years, hasn't he?"

"The changes that Zhangjia Village has seen today are indispensable to Xingyuan's contribution."

When Zhang Xingyuan heard this, he scratched his head in embarrassment and said humbly: "No, it's all about the clansmen themselves trying to live up to their expectations."

"Then where are you planning to go?" Qianghua was curious.

Eight years is not enough time for them to reach the imperial city, the political center of Linhuang Kingdom, right?

Zhang Xingyuan: "I want to go to the border."

"This..." Qianghua was quite surprised, and then refused, "The border is dangerous, I can't make any decisions for you."

No matter how high the martial arts value is, she is still an ordinary person. If something goes wrong, the Akira family members may blame her.

She was living a good life, why should she bear the lives of others?

Qianghua smiled half-heartedly, "Chief, you are unkind. I don't care about the village's affairs. You shouldn't ask me about such things."

"No, no, Aunt Nineteen, you misunderstood." Zhang Xingyuan, Zhang Xingmiao and other juniors waved their hands repeatedly, fearing that she would misunderstand that they had bad intentions.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Uncle Shi is from Dazhou. We just want to ask if there are any records of the customs and customs in Dazhou..."

Um? The rose was slightly confused, and it became clear that Father Bao was still from Dazhou? The news was not in her memory.

"Isn't there any news about Da Zhou in the world?"

Zhang Xingyuan shook his head, "Yes, but not many. Dazhou and Dawu protect the information within the country very well. Linhuang Kingdom wants the population of the other two countries, and the other two countries also want the people of Linhuang Kingdom. "

"We took the goods to the border to sell them, and the population control there is very strict."

Qianghua: "..."

It's really outrageous.

"The men of the other two countries make the decision. The personalities of men and women can be interchanged. The customs and customs should not be much different."

"And my father never told me that he was from Dazhou."

Zhang Xingyuan was a little disappointed, "Is there no news?"

Qianghua shook her head.

After chatting for a while about the recent events in the village, Chief Zhang left with his people.

Qianghua sat in her seat, watching their backs turn into black spots before she looked away.

"Qianqian, it's time to eat!" Xiaoba ran out of the house to urge.

Qianghua looked away and responded, "Here he comes."

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