Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

Song Jixiang went straight to the village chief's house without hesitation and told him all the strange phenomena he had observed in recent days.

After listening to this, the village chief nodded in agreement, frowning even more tightly, as if he could pinch a fly to death. He took two strong puffs of his pipe and then slowly exhaled, as if he wanted to vent his worries.

In the early morning of the past few days, he would go to the river to take a walk. As a farmer who had been digging for food in the fields all year round, he also noticed some unusual changes. The river channel had obviously narrowed, and the river surface was dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye. The mark he had made with the branch had already been deeply exposed. All this made him unable to sleep or eat, but he was helpless.

Farmers like them rely on the weather for their livelihood. If God doesn't give them food to eat, what can they, who are so insignificant, do?

A deep feeling of powerlessness gripped the gray-haired old man.

The village chief was silent for a long time and said, "This situation happened a few years ago. Let's wait and see. It won't be that bad...." His voice was full of helplessness and worry. He was unwilling to think of the worst. He always felt that he could hold on a little longer and the hard times would always pass.

Song Jixiang shook his head, knowing that it was useless to say more, and silently hid the worry in his eyes. He told the village chief about the profit of the store yesterday. The village chief and Aunt Qi were very surprised. They could not have imagined that they could make so much money on the first day of opening. They were very happy and felt that good days were just around the corner.

Seeing the happy smiles on their faces, Song Jixiang sighed silently, and her mood became heavier. As the head of the village, he chose to leave everything to fate. Other villagers would definitely not take her words seriously. What else could she do?

After leaving the village chief's house, she went straight to find Zhao Daniu.

As soon as I arrived at Zhao Daniu's house, I saw him making fists and kicks in the open space at the door, making a huhuhaha sound. When he saw Song Jixiang, his eyes immediately brightened up, he stopped what he was doing, ran over and shouted happily: "Sister Xiaoqi, you are finally here?"

Last time when I beat up Chen Ergou, I said I would teach them some self-defense moves. It has been a long time, and today is finally the time. He wanted to run to call his friends, but Song Jixiang stopped him in time.

"Don't worry, let me ask you a few things first?"

Zhao Daniu scratched his head and said, "Sister Xiaoqi, if you have any questions, just ask me. I will tell you everything I know."

Sister Xiaoqi, what kind of name is this? But it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t care.

Song Jixiang looked at the boy who was as strong as an ox, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. What the adults were unwilling to believe, could these kids do well?

"Zhao Daniu, do you know how many people there are in our village? And how many children are there?"

Zhao Daniu didn't know why he was asked such a simple question, but he still answered honestly: "In our village, there are 360 ​​men, women, old and young, and 108 children, big and small."

"including me?"

"Of course!" Zhao Daniu was puzzled. Isn't this obvious? Although the other party often gave him the feeling of an adult, age was there and he couldn't lie.

"Your father has been staying in town all this time?"

Zhao Daniu scratched his head, even more confused. Wasn't he just asking about the number of people in the village? Why did the question suddenly jump to his father? His father was just a blacksmith and didn't know any kung fu!

Facing the young man's puzzled look, Song Jixiang patiently explained, "Is the iron shop's business so prosperous that your father can't handle it?"

Zhao Daniu nodded repeatedly, "How did you know?"

really!

Song Jixiang nodded in understanding. When troubled times were approaching, besides food to save lives, another important thing should be ironware. Every family with better conditions would prepare some sharp weapons, which could not only protect themselves but also kill enemies.

In times of crisis, these iron tools might even be requisitioned by the county government...

Things are like an arrow shot from a bow, ready to be launched.

"Do you really want to be able to kill people like the guards of Miss Xiao's family?"

"Need I say that? I think about it even when I sleep!" Zhao Daniu's answer was not exaggerated at all. Before his eyes, he saw the agile skills and powerful momentum of Miss Xiao's guards, and a feeling of longing surged in his heart. Ever since he saw the other party's beating moves that day, he practiced them every day, but he always felt that his movements were not smooth enough and his momentum was not powerful enough. He knew that he was not afraid of hardship and hard work, and the only thing he lacked was someone willing to teach him.

"I can teach you and the children in the village, but this is a secret between us. It's best not to tell your parents."

If the adults in the village knew about this, not only would they not support it, they would definitely try to stop it.

"Leave it to me. I won't let any news leak out!" He had no intention of telling his family. His mother always opposed him learning martial arts, thinking that it was a job for bodyguards and it would easily hurt him.

"Well, you bring the children who are willing to learn to my backyard early tomorrow morning and wait for me..."

"Okay, no problem! We will be there on time."

Zhao Daniu happily bowed to Song Jixiang, then turned and ran away. He wanted to tell his friends the good news.

Song Jixiang looked at his receding back, and he felt more at ease. He was no longer anxious and confused.