Datang god-level small farmer

Chapter 130 Our Young Master Doesn’t Want That Man to Go Back Alive
Mr. Liu drank a little too much today, and his tongue can't be straightened.

It's all drunk like this, do you still remember this?

Liu Zian help the old man onto the bed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and ran the train nonsense.

"That's not true, you old man didn't see it. At that time, in order to grab a green onion from our family, seven No. 80 people were chasing me in the Imperial College, crying and begging for it. That battle, what a guy— —”

"That's right, don't even look at who planted the onions—"

The old man lay down on the bed contentedly and fell asleep, Liu Zian couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and went out.

Sigh, we didn't lie completely today, everyone really chased me that day, so I don't say anything, I'm afraid I will scare you.

The old couple worked hard all day, and the lights in the hall went out after a while.

Only then did Liu Zian slowly restrain the smile on his face.

He really couldn't sleep.

How are the crops with special attributes grown? He is very confused until now, and the attributes are even more fascinating. You are not sure what he can produce. Anyway, so far, there is no one with the same attributes.

Originally, he really didn't pay much attention to this four-nation martial arts performance, even when Mo Chuai and Jin Dajun insisted on him and asked him to participate, he didn't take it to heart.

He is really good at taming horses and arithmetic. As for taming animals, it’s okay even if you can’t use your skills. It’s a big deal to admit defeat. You can still win two of three rounds, but who knew that the system had a slap in the face and unexpectedly Threatening yourself, running away if you don't win...

MMP!
You should work harder, give a big gift bag, or a useful attribute!

Liu Zian squatted under the jujube tree full of resentment, staring at his vegetable garden in a daze.

This is nothing, is it possible that I have to pin my hopes on the spirituality of other people's lions?

Just when Liu Zian was staring at his vegetable garden in a daze, when he was frowning.

Outside the Honglu Temple, a furtive figure sneaked into the guest house where the Tubo envoy stayed through the night.

"Who, stop—"

The Tubo warriors on duty unsheathed their swords in an instant, and in the shadows, the bows and arrows also shone with a cold light.

The visitor stopped immediately, took out a black sign from his pocket, and threw it over with shaking hands.

"Please tell me that there is an old friend who wants to see the prime minister—"

The samurai on duty grabbed the sign and looked at it with a torch, his expression relaxed a little.

"My dear guest, wait a moment, I'll report to the Prime Minister for you—"

People didn't rush to come, just stood quietly under the shadow of the torches with their sleeves folded.

After a while, the samurai who was going to report quickly came.

"The Prime Minister welcomes you, honored guests—"

He nodded slightly, followed the footsteps of the warrior, and walked into Lu Dongzan's residence after a while.

Looking at the thin old man in front of him, Lu Dongzan put down the tea bowl in his hand, stood up in a leisurely manner, slightly cupped his hands at the old man, and greeted the old man politely and enthusiastically.

"Your steward came here at night, I don't know what you can do?"

The visitor bowed his hands respectfully to Lu Dongzan.

"My son, let me tell the Prime Minister that that man seems to be proficient in taming animals, please be careful..."

The person who came spoke took a step forward slightly and lowered his voice.

"For this martial arts performance, my young master doesn't want that person to go back alive—"

Lu Dongzan's eyes flickered slightly when he heard the words, and immediately changed into a embarrassed look.

"Although we have asked that person to participate, there is no guarantee that he will end in the beast fight. Even if we want to help, I am afraid there is nothing we can do—"

When the thin old man heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"We will naturally resolve this matter. At that time, I am afraid that he will not play..."

Lu Dongzan looked at the visitor meaningfully, smiled lightly, raised the teacup in his hand, and took a sip, seemingly saying something unintentionally.

"On the plateau of Tubo, there is a kind of grass called Liger. Once the liger smells it, it will often go crazy—"

Speaking of this, Lu Dongzan paused slightly, and only smiled when he saw that the visitor was looking at him expectantly.

"I don't know, this old man, did the people below bring..."

"My son said that as long as this cooperation is happy, this year's transaction share will increase by [-]% compared to previous years..."

When the visitor saw Lu Dongzan's expression, he naturally knew what he was thinking, raised his eyebrows, and whispered a word.

Lu Dongzan heard the words, put down the teacup gently, and slowly stretched out three fingers.

"Thirty percent! Other old men don't care, it's just salt and iron, it must be [-]%—this poor country, the life of our people is not easy..."

The person who came, with a flash of light in his eyes, suddenly looked up at Lu Dongzan.

"The prime minister has too much appetite, you should know that the imperial court is more sensitive to salt and iron recently..."

Lu Dongzan looked at him with firm eyes, without giving in.

"You should know that that person is favored by His Majesty, and if something happens to him, His Majesty will be furious. In the past, we were not afraid, but this time, the old man has a heavy responsibility to replace my family Zanbu and express to His Majesty The one who wants to marry the princess—if this incident spoils the good news of my family Zanbu..."

As Lu Dongzan said, he closed his eyes and raised the teacup leisurely.

"For this martial arts performance, we were originally invited by the Turks to join in the fun..."

"Okay! I'll report this matter to you when I go back to the young master——"

The visitor bowed his hands, turned around and left.

Watching the visitor gradually go away, Qinling Zanduo, who had been standing by the side without saying a word, curled his lips in disdain.

"These people are good at fighting in the nest - but, Father Xiang, don't you appreciate that man quite a bit, don't you really want to..."

Lu Dongzan glanced at his son and smiled slightly.

"Beautiful flowers must grow in our own garden, and plump grass must grow in our grassland. What if it grows in someone else's home?"

Qinling Zanzhuo couldn't help showing a thoughtful look on his face.

Moonlight as water.

Liu Zian looked at the yard for a long time, but he couldn't think of a suitable way. The crops that increase strength are not some kind of ditch, and there will be no crowding.

He sighed helplessly.

Forget it, this broken system is just farming, who cares!
Besides, we have traveled through the crowd anyway, even if we don't have this broken system, we can't be like a human being?

How is love.

He stood up with some broken pots, lifted his hem, and took a dip against the fence next to the vegetable field.

Then, he suddenly trembled and almost peed on his pants.

Just now, when he was peeing profusely, the long-awaited voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for planting a morning glory with special attributes, planting experience +20—"

Liu Zian didn't care about why there were less rewards, and he couldn't wait to look at the morning glory with his warm water beads hanging on it.

(End of this chapter)