The first rich son-in-law

"Sister Tang, hurry up and persuade Brother Jiang! Carrying the Dragon King will really kill you!" Tsing Yi had no choice but to come over and persuade Tang Zhiruo.

Tang Zhiruo smiled wryly and shook her head: "He has a stubborn temper, I can't persuade him! But don't worry, since he agrees, he is sure! I believe him!"

At this moment, Tang Zhiruo's eyes were shining.

Although she has forgotten many things with Jiang Beichen, the other party's courageous character is quite attractive.

Seeing that the persuasion failed, the Qinggang family also felt very helpless.

And soon, the time came to the next day.

In fact, since he came back yesterday, Ah Da has been sending people to keep an eye on Qinggang's family and Jiang Beichen.

I am afraid that they will take the opportunity to escape.

But it didn't. Instead, it was time to eat and drink. Jiang Beichen followed Qinglin up the mountain to collect herbs.It seems very leisurely.

"I saw it today, and it's an auspicious day with plenty of sunshine, suitable for drying the Dragon King!"

Ada brought everyone to Qinggang's family, and Dang even called Jiang Beichen out, "Foreigner boy, did you sleep well last night, is it okay to carry the Dragon King today?"

Jiang Beichen nodded, "It's the day you say, and it's the same for me! It's not difficult at all!"

"Isn't it difficult? Haha, good! Come on, let's serve wine!"

Ah Da gave an order, and immediately his subordinates walked over with a jar of home-brewed old wine.

"I have kept this jar of wine for 20 years. I brewed it myself when I was elected as the patriarch. I reward you today. It will give you courage and save you from being scared when you see the Dragon King, hahaha!" Ah Da joked. laughed out loud.

Everyone also shook their heads, this is really a good wine.

What kind of aging is this? It's completely a farewell wine!
This is to send this kid away completely!
Jiang Beichen didn't care, and took the wine jar very boldly.

When the mud seal was untied, a scent of alcohol came over.

Jiang Beichen couldn't help being shocked, "If the wine is really good, then Jiang will be disrespectful!"

Goo, goo, goo!

Jiang Beichen raised the jar with both hands, and immediately, the aged wine like sweet spring kept rolling into his mouth.

Everyone was stunned.

This amount of alcohol is too scary, right?And drink like this?
The servant next to him who was about to take the bowl also had a dumbfounded expression. With a shake of his hand, the bowl fell down and broke into two halves.

In a short while, all the wine in the jar went into Jiang Beichen's stomach. Jiang Beichen threw the jar aside, and wiped the corner of his mouth fiercely, with an expression that was still unfinished.

"It's really good wine!"

"One more altar, wait for me to bring the Dragon King back, then drink!"

After Jiang Beichen said this, he waved his hands and walked towards the road swaggeringly.

Ah Da's face was very ugly.

"Hmph! Let's see how long you can laugh! Keep up, don't let him run away!"

Ah Da quickly sent someone to follow.

On this day, the ten miles and eight villages were very restless, because it had been rumored a long time ago.

The people of Qinglongzhai are going to carry the Dragon King today!

There is a severe drought this year, and most of the farmers' farms are about to die of drought.

And because the ancient Wu tribe is located in a remote place, they don't have many ways to resist drought.

Some ethnic groups also thought of the method of lifting the Dragon King.

But the risk of carrying the Dragon King is too great, there is history to learn from, how many strong men died of exhaustion.

How dare they!

However, today in Qinglongzhai, this inconspicuous small village, someone actually wants to carry the Dragon King.

This became a rare thing. For a while, many people from the tribes were driving horse-drawn carriages, dragging their families with them, to the direction of Shangdang and Yunlongzhai, to watch the people of Qinglongzhai carry the Dragon King!

Departing in the morning, Jiang Beichen and Qinggang's family finally arrived at the Dragon King Temple in a morning of tens of miles of mountain roads.

The Dragon King Temple is at the junction of Shangdang and Yunlongzhai.

Both Shangdang and Yunlongzhai are large tribes, and they are so close to each other. The villagers immediately rushed over to watch the excitement.

But most people sneered.

They naturally knew how difficult the Dragon King was to lift.

Even the most powerful young and powerful fighters in their clan might not be able to lift it.

Qinglong Village?It's just a small tribe, what kind of awesome characters can it produce!
In the eyes of most people, Qinglong Village is purely here for grandstanding.

However, no one found fault or anything.

Because the Dragon King Temple does not belong to any tribe, it is shared by the entire ancient Wu tribe.

The Dragon King is also the totem of many tribes.Many tribes claim to be descendants of the dragon.

On the other side, Yunlong Village, a large courtyard.

"Brother, have you heard that there is a small tribe coming to carry the Dragon King!"

Yunshan excitedly ran to look for Yunlong.

Yunlong frowned, "I've heard about this too, they're from Qinglongzhai! It's just a small tribe. I think it's just a joke!"

Yunlong couldn't help but shook his head. The severe drought had been going on for several months. He had tried various methods before, and even thought of asking someone to carry the Dragon King.

Even a huge reward was issued, but obviously, no one came to seek death.

"Brother, where is Ah Tang! Ah Tang is the number one strongman in our Yunlong village! As long as you let him go out, you will be able to carry the Dragon King out!" Yun Shan said hastily.

"No!" Yunlong quickly refused, and said with a straight face: "Although Ah Tang is very strong, do you know how much the Dragon King weighs?"

"It's only two or three thousand catties, right? Ah Tang can even wrestle an elephant, so lifting the Dragon King shouldn't be a problem, right?" Yun Shan pondered.

"Fart!" Yunlong stared and said, "The stone statue of the Dragon King in the Dragon King Temple is solid, and it was built by our ancestors in Yunlong Village. My father said when he was alive that the Dragon King probably weighs more than ten thousand catties!"

"Wan Jin?" Yun Shan couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

He originally thought that the stone statue would only weigh a ton or two at most, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy. That one A Tang can't be designated, ten or so is probably about the same!
"Patriarch, it's not good, patriarch, Ah Tang is going to fight with others! It's at the Dragon King Temple!"

But at this moment, a clansman suddenly ran outside and reported to Yunlong.