Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 237 Disrespecting Immortals and Gods, You Look Good

Yan Laocai seems to have used the word "local tyrant" to the extreme, no matter where he is, he is always full of strong aura.

His villa covers a large area, there are two outdoor swimming pools, and there are a lot of luxury cars in the parking lot.

Among the group of servants, Fan Chengfeng also saw quite a few wild horses.

There are also a few black bodyguards following behind secretly, even the driver who helped Fatty drag the car before is a good bodyguard.

The [-] tons of ice were mainly spread on the front of the villa, which Fatty understood very well.

Although the ice cubes are cool, the humidity is also extremely heavy. If you stay here even to sleep, it may be too long.

After the porters unloaded the ice, they began to lay and pile them up. Five thousand tons is not a small amount, and the weight of the ice is not light. Yan Laocai called a lot of porters to the back, and he himself Standing there with hands on hips directing.

No matter how hot the dog days are, it can't stop the cool ice.

Fat Dun looked at all this with a happy smile. Yan Jinxi was the only one in Yanyun City who was so extravagant.

After laying all the ice cubes, it was almost dark. Fat Dun waved away all the servants, stood beside the iceberg, looked up and down, then rubbed his chin and said to himself: "This place is too ugly. Yes, I will find someone to carve it tomorrow."

Fan Chengfeng almost jumped out of his wits watching from the side. It took only a day or two for all the ice to melt. Are you still thinking of asking someone to carve it?

You have too much money to spend, come to me for some investment or something?
Really answered that sentence, as long as you are happy.

"Don't waste your energy, either,"

Fan Chengfeng hid in the dark, muttering in his heart.

But it wasn't easy for him to listen, he had been squatting for an hour or two, and he was very tired if he wasn't fat.

It seems that Pang Dun is still thinking about planning his own iceberg with only a few hours left, so he simply slipped out to a restaurant to find a place to eat first, and then have a good sleep.

Old man Ge has already mobilized a lot of labor force in the village to pick all the ripe fruits, and then wait in the courtyard of the clan's ancestors in the village.

However, he didn't dare to ask too much. It is very kind for the high-ranking gods to have time to deal with the trivial matters of mortals like them. He was afraid that he would annoy the gods by urging him repeatedly, and even his last hope would be wiped out.

Everyone in the village was very puzzled. The behavior of the village chief these two days was really abnormal.

The originally negotiated grab for water sources was also forcefully put on hold, and all the fruits in the village were gathered in the Zongsi. What is the purpose of this?
But no matter what the villagers asked, Old Man Ge just kept silent and just looked up at the sky, as if it could bring hope to the villagers.

Of course, these people have not forgotten the scene that happened yesterday, and they also hope in their hearts that such things will happen a few more times.

Pine resin torches lit up the entire Zongsi, and the villagers gathered here after returning from a circle in the ground.

The boxes of fruits were placed there, and the children in the village were greedy and wanted to go up and steal two to eat, but they were stared at severely by Old Man Ge, and immediately shrank back and hid behind their adults in fright.

"Is everyone here?"

Faced with the villagers' doubts, Old Man Ge knew that he could no longer remain silent at this time.

With a light cough, everyone's eyes were on him, which made him feel a little heavier on his shoulders.

"The big guys may want to ask, why do I gather all the ripe fruits together."

"Maybe you want to ask more, why didn't I take everyone together to grab the water source."

"Now, I can tell you the answer."

Old man Ge was about to make a long speech, but suddenly a majestic voice sounded in his mind, "Ready to fetch water,"

Immediately afterwards, several huge ice cubes appeared in the air out of thin air, and Old Man Ge quickly hid aside.

Bang!
The ice cubes fell on the ground, and Zongsi's stone slab, which had experienced wind and rain for many years, made a dull sound.

Looking at the ice that was still emitting mist, Old Man Ge became excited.

"We're saved,"

Anyone who can conjure ice cubes out of thin air like this must be a god.

With these ice blocks, they can use the melted water to irrigate the farmland. Even in a year of severe drought, they can guarantee water, and they don't need to worry about the harvest in the second half of the year.

The ice cubes kept falling, and the baskets of fruit also disappeared.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

The villagers of Gejia Village looked at the ice cubes falling from the sky, and their agitation turned into worship.For them, having water means having the hope of living.

The entire Zongsi was occupied by ice, but the villagers were very happy.

Old man Ge looked at the situation inside the Zongsi, and then coughed again, "From now on, the villagers will be divided into two groups, and a ditch will be dug at a high place in the village to ensure that every household's fields can be irrigated with water. And besides, leave a group of young adults to guard the water source at night, so there can be no mistakes."

The villagers agreed in unison, even if old man Ge didn't need to give orders at this time, everyone knew it.

The falling of the ice lasted for a stick of incense, after which Old Man Ge led people to guard the Zongsi, and some villagers held torches to dig ditches overnight.

Everyone is very motivated, even if they stay up late, they feel very happy.

On the other side, after Fan Chengfeng watched all the ice cubes that Yan Laocai bought from Zhuo Liangchen at a huge price disappear, he still felt elated.

"The gift from the Tuhao Brothers is really too luxurious. It's really a pity not to leave something to thank."

Those patrolling in Yan Laocai's villa had been knocked unconscious by Fan Chengfeng one by one and thrown them in the corner. Very quiet.

Fan Chengfeng could walk unscrupulously in front of the villa. He rummaged through a utility room and found a brush and some ink.

Looking at Yan Laocai's white wall, he was not polite, and started writing directly.

Money can make a ghost run!
I don't respect gods and gods, I look good with you.

Then put away the brush and ink, stepped on the top floor of the villa, walked all the way back, passing Yan Laocai's room on purpose.

For him, the monitoring system of the entire villa does not exist at all.

As for how Yan Laocai would react when he found out about this the next morning, it was no longer Fan Chengfeng's concern. He had the earliest flight the next day and left at seven o'clock.

(End of this chapter)