Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 63
In the south of the city, Fan Chengfeng signed a one-year warehouse contract with the proprietress named Shen Hongying. After getting the key, he found a van for transportation at the old passenger terminal, and asked the driver to contact some porters. All the rice from the farm was shipped to the warehouse.

Coupled with the delivery of other goods, the money was spent like running water.

Fortunately, pay and return are directly proportional.

The 500 million he got from selling the prime minister's warrant was enough for him to reach the first phase of the deal with Yingji.

After asking the porters to arrange all the food according to their own wishes, they left there alone to take pictures.

After all the transfers were completed, the progress bar could finally see a nod.

However, Fan Chengfeng was not in a hurry anymore.

I gave Prime Minister Cao two golden ideas before, both of which were too much beyond that era, but the butterfly effect did not appear.

That is to say, this time-space and that time-space exist independently, they are not on the same line, and the change of another time-space will not affect your own time-space.

Potatoes and corn are grown in rural areas, and they are high-yield grains.

If the definition of grain is relaxed, then there is no need to worry about not being able to contact so many rice manufacturers in a short time.

"If you are here, squeak,"

After taking pictures, lock the warehouse door.

The owner who can build such a wide house is naturally not short of money, but it is a waste to look at it empty, so it is better to try to rent, so Fan Chengfeng happened to meet him.

Before this kind of room, he had never thought of installing any surveillance system, and Fan Chengfeng didn't plan to install it after renting it.

Back in the car, Fan Chengfeng picked up his phone and sent a message to Ying Ji.

"Shangxian has a broad mind, and Xiao Wang admires him very much."

Ying Ji quickly replied.

As long as Fan Chengfeng's message is sent, Ying Ji can hear it no matter how deeply he sleeps. Replying to the message is also simple. It only takes one thought, and it will naturally be converted into text and appear in the dialogue column.

"From now on, I will use my energy to deliver food to you once every day, but it cannot be all white rice."

"Yes, Xiao Wang is very grateful for the Shangxian to lend a helping hand when our country of Qin is in crisis."

"There are two other food crops. I will tell you how to eat them when they are delivered tomorrow."

Yingji naturally nodded in agreement. The food that came out of nowhere had been able to support the Qin army for a while, and the rest had been guaranteed by the gods, so he didn't need to worry about anything.

This time, the crisis of the Qin State should be able to survive.

After having survived the storm this time, the next thing is the avenue of sunshine waiting for him.

The time for Qin Jian to make the six eastern countries surrender has come!

Slowly driving back to the county seat, this was the first time Fan Chengfeng drove around the city by himself, and there was an inexplicable emotion spreading in his heart.

If he didn't get this magical drifting bottle, he would have to struggle for at least a few more years if he wanted to buy a car, and it would be the kind that he would have to think about for a long time next time he went to a restaurant.

The current me, if I use a strong word, it seems like a dream.

The county town at dusk was covered with a layer of gold, and Fan Chengfeng did not continue to stay in the county town and drove home.

At home, Dad has come back and is having a drink with a glass of soju.

"dad,"

Fan Chengfeng yelled, and Fan Wenqi waved to his son, "Come on, let's have a drink together."

"it is good,"

Fan Chengfeng replied very straightforwardly. I remember correctly, this was the first time my father asked me to drink. Is there any other meaning in this?
The home-brewed wine is not very strong, and the taste is not so mellow.

After taking a sip, Fan Chengfeng wrinkled his nose. To be honest, he doesn't drink very well, he can drink some beer, and he doesn't drink this kind of old wine very often.

"My family, Cheng Feng, has grown up and is able to support his family."

Fan Wenqi was full of emotions, both happy and unspeakably disappointed.

"Dad, you have worked hard all these years, so you can rest assured and enjoy the blessings in the future."

Fan Chengfeng took the initiative to toast his father again.

My parents have worked hard to raise me for 22 years. People who are only in their 40s look the same as people in their 60s and [-]s.

Fan Chengfeng could see the bitterness behind the white hair, wrinkles, and rheumatic bone pain caused by years of hard work.

Now that he has this ability, he naturally wants to repay his parents well.

"Isn't it too early to talk about enjoying happiness?"

Fan Wenqi shook his head and glanced at his son. The eldest son seemed to be promising now, but it was just the beginning, so he had something to look forward to.Under such circumstances, how could Fan Wenqi easily decide to enjoy the blessing?
Also, Fan Chengfeng will be 23 soon, and the pressure of marrying a daughter-in-law, buying a house, and the woman's parents is not easy.

Therefore, what Fan Wenqi and Wang Haiyue meant was that after a few more years of hard work, Fan Caipeng's confession would be almost done.

Fan Chengfeng didn't speak, he could probably guess some of his father's thoughts.

His family is matched by a strict father and a loving mother. Although the father usually doesn't talk much, he must be thinking about these two sons.

Silently drank the wine in the plastic cup, "Trust me, our family will definitely get better."

A small figure rushed out of the house next to the hall, it was the little one Fan Caipeng.

After Fan Caipeng ran out, he looked at his brother's hands first, and found that his hands were empty, then he muttered, "There is nothing,"

Fan Chengfeng suddenly burst out laughing, "The kid only knows how to eat snacks, his grades haven't improved this semester, so be careful eating fried pork with bamboo shoots."

Fan Caipeng actually asked suspiciously: "Stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots is not delicious,"

Fan Chengfeng laughed loudly, "I can assure you that you definitely don't want to try it,"

Facing his youngest son, Fan Wenqi couldn't help showing a wry smile, this kid was the most worrying.Picky eaters, fussy eaters, and a bit of a dull head, will inevitably have to frown in the future.

"I don't eat it,"

Fan Caipeng made a face at his elder brother, turned around quickly and ran into the room, and not long after, he heard him yelling loudly: "Ao Congman transforms,"

"Have you eaten yet? There are still two eggs in the kitchen. You fry them first to rest your stomach. Your mother may not come back tonight for a while."

Fan Wenqi continued to sip the shochu, "We are getting old, and you will be the leader of this family in the future, so please don't let us down."

Fan Chengfeng recognized the last sentence, which meant something.

"Dad, don't worry."

Fan Chengfeng responded with a smile, went to the kitchen to get two scrambled eggs, and when he came back, he and his father drank a few glasses of wine together.

Although I felt that the taste of soju was a bit harsh on my throat, I suppressed it and drank it.

This night, Fan Chengfeng was drunk because he knew that the burden on his shoulders had increased a bit.

(End of this chapter)