From poor god to richest man

Chapter 276: Cloud Tiger Village

Wen Wan'er was also very steady in her car, even if she turned from the expressway to the slightly bumpy mountain road, there was still not much bump in the car.

After driving along the mountain road for more than two hours, Zhen Qiong finally saw Wen Wan'er's hometown.

It was a village located halfway up the mountain called Yunhu Village.

From a distance, the houses in the village seem to be all built of stones.

The triangular roof is covered with a layer of thatch and other plants. I don't know if the house will leak when it rains.

However, I have to admit that this village, paired with the mist that appears and disappears in the mountains, has a sense of paradise.

If it were placed in ancient times, no need to guess, there must be some big shot like a martial arts master living in this place.

However, thinking that Wen Wan'er's kung fu was taught by her family, Zhen Qiong was a little curious as to whether there was Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this seemingly simple village.

"Did you grow up here?" Zhen Qiong asked.

"Yes, Mr. Zhen. But after I was admitted to college, I rarely came back here." Wen Wan'er said.

Kun Yuxin, who was sitting in the back seat, said: "It's a good place for retirement, but it's really difficult to develop."

"That's right! So the people in the village basically go out to work hard, and only come back to worship their ancestors during the festivals."

When she said this, Wen Wan'er had already parked the car in an open space at the foot of the mountain.

Although it is not as well-equipped as the parking lot of the protection base, it can be seen that someone has taken care of it.

Otherwise, where does this mountain wasteland come from a flat open land, which is specially used for people to park.

After getting out of the car, Zhen Qiong saw several cars parked on the open ground, but they were all vans or small trucks suitable for mountain roads, like Zhen Qiong's commercial vehicle, but they were the only ones.

"It's not time for the holidays yet. Around New Year's Eve, there will be a lot of cars parked here, including many luxury cars." Wen Wan'er said with a smile.

Zhen Qiong took Wen Wan'er's suitcase out of the trunk and said, "Luxury car? It doesn't hurt to drive this mountain road with that chassis? Or is it that the people who go out to work in your village are the richest people per capita?"

"Who knows? It might be for the sake of face, or it might be to tell the folks that they are doing well!" Wen Wan'er was neither interested nor despised those people.

Everyone has their own way of life, as long as it doesn't disturb her life, Wen Wan'er won't bother to say anything to those people, and she is not their mother.

In addition, in this village, who doesn't know how powerful Wen Wan'er is?So so far, no one has dared to tease Wen Wan'er just because he owns a luxury car.

If Wen Wan'er is angered, she may be killed and buried in the mountains, and she doesn't know how long it will take before she is discovered.

Strolling on the trail leading to the village, Zhen Qiong took a deep breath and said, "The air in this place is really nice."

"Yes! I feel like my skin will age after staying in the city for a long time, but it's still more comfortable to stay here." Kun Yuxin agreed.

Wen Wan'er, who was leading the way, really didn't know how to answer this question.

Because whether it is Mr. Zhen or Kun Yuxin, their skin is the best she has ever seen.

And both of them are the same, they haven't used any skin care products at all, which is very enviable.

Although Wen Wan'er doesn't use any skin care products, cosmetics, etc., she also has her own maintenance methods.

Those are all good things passed down from ancestors, no worse than those brands.

But she can't do it either. Like Kun Yuxin, she can wash her face with facial cleanser at most every day.

If she did the same, her whole complexion would look much haggard.

As the saying goes, women are those who please themselves, she doesn't want to show an ugly side in front of Mr. Zhen.

When passing by a house, Kun Yuxin asked, "This house seems to be much stronger than it looks!"

"Yes. The houses here are made of special stones mined from the mountains. Not only will they remain unchanged for thousands of years, but they can also be warm in winter and cool in summer. Coupled with the construction techniques handed down by the ancestors, even if they encounter It will not collapse even when it is shaken strongly."

After saying this, Wen Wan'er pointed to the roof and said: "Those plants that look like thatch also come from this mountain. After more than a dozen processes, not only can they not be splashed with water, but they are also difficult to burn. "

"I didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary house also has something wonderful inside!" Kun Yuxin said with praise.

"Why didn't you see many people?" Zhen Qiong suddenly realized that half of the people hadn't been noticed along the way.

If he hadn't believed in Wen Wan'er, and he and Kun Yuxin were both sons of gods, and he still had the system, he would have wondered if he had messed up some supernatural event.

"Because many people haven't come back yet, those who stay in the village are either in the village's ancestral hall at this time, or working in the fields, or..."

Before Wen Wan'er finished speaking, both Zhen Qiong and Kun Yuxin heard the sound of fighting not far away.

"Let's go and have a look!" Wen Wan'er said with a smile.

"it is good."

The three of them followed the sound and saw two men in their 30s and [-]s playing back and forth in an open space the size of a badminton court.

Since it was a dirt ground, the two fought so hard that the dust was flying so much that their faces could not be seen clearly.

Zhen Qiong thought to himself: "Good guys, others bring their own cement to dance at the entrance of the village. You compete in martial arts and bring your own sandstorm special effects. You don't wear a mask. Aren't you afraid of inhaling too much dust in your lungs?"

"This is one of the activities of the villagers. Many people feel uncomfortable if they don't have a few hands-on matches." Wen Wan'er said with a smile.

"Hmm...it's pretty good. Keep fit! It's just...it's hard to do laundry." Zhen Qiong didn't know where to start complaining.

Judging from Wen Wan'er's words, [-]% of the people in this village should know martial arts, and they're not the ones who show off their fists, but the ones who can really beat people to death.

For example, the two people in front of them were indeed sparring, but every move was a masterstroke. If they hadn't been equally powerful and knew how to grasp the right angle, an ordinary person would have been beaten down long ago.

"It's okay. Every household has a washing machine, so it's very convenient to do laundry." Wen Wan'er said calmly.

Realizing that someone was watching, the two men punched each other and distanced themselves.

When they turned around to look over, their eyes fell on Wen Wan'er.

Zhen Qiong could clearly see that the two of them who were still fierce just now, after experiencing a pupil earthquake, they both held their chests and coughed, and the older man said: "Sister Wan'er, cough cough... You came back quite early this year...cough cough..."

"Yeah. The company has an early holiday." Wen Wan'er said with a smile.

Seeing Wen Wan'er's smile, both of them couldn't help but take a step back.

Another man said: "Ahem...then you should go home quickly! Uncle Wen and the others should be waiting...cough cough...we didn't hold back in our sparring today...we'll go back to retreat to heal our wounds...cough cough ..."

After saying this, the two of them turned around and left as fast as the wind at their feet.

Seeing this, Wen Wan'er said calmly: "It doesn't look like he was injured when he ran so fast!"

Although Wen Wan'er's voice is not loud, martial arts practitioners naturally have strong hearing.

So as soon as Wen Wan'er finished speaking, she saw the two of them staggering almost at the same time, and then supported each other, gradually drifting away...

(End of this chapter)