A century of family life: Eternal life since the Republic of China

Early morning.

When the morning sun shines.

In the courtyard of the Jiang family, there was the constant shouting of the young man, and a famous subordinate passed by, which seemed to have long been accustomed to it.

No way.

Since a month ago, their little master has been like this.

It lasted for a whole month, and these people naturally gradually got used to it.

And for Jiang Chen.

This month's time has also made him extremely tormented.

Martial arts.

It's not that pleasant.

He even wanted to give up halfway through.

After all, he could wait for the system to be upgraded to obtain better martial arts and cultivation methods.

And this is absolutely possible.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

He knew that cultivation was the foundation.

Sooner or later, he still needs to come to this point, and it is undoubtedly better to go early.

And when persevered.

In fact, this kind of torment is not torment.

Even he himself is used to it.

In the middle of the small courtyard.

The practice of quenching the body is all completed.

The next moment, he took a step and blasted out with a punch

"Boom!".

A punch blasted out, and a terrifying fist wind came out at this moment, and the air made a loud roar.

At the same time

"Crackle!" The crisp sound continued to rise throughout the bones, the blood flowed extremely quickly at this moment, and the face instantly swelled red at this moment.

Jiang Chen also moved at this moment.

According to the information in his mind, he began to punch.

The body shrunk one by one, like a cheetah, and like a tiger.

Jiang Chen's whole body was flushed, green tendons burst out, the blood-red color was almost erupting, and the qi and blood in his body had reached an extreme, vaguely seeming to wash his entire body.

"Drink!".

"Hah!".

A punch was thrown, and with each punch, his pores opened and closed more and more violently.

At the end of the day, every exhale opens the pores, and the pores are like boiling water, and the water mist is hot.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's body was surrounded by white mist.

That's sweat, under the action of muscle and heart strength, directly turned into water vapor and rises.

Long.

The action stops.

The blood-red color, the green tendons gradually faded.

"Whew!".

A mouthful of turbid air slowly exhaled, Jiang Chen's eyes slowly opened, and he couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

"Blood is like a rainbow, I'm complete!".

The voice of self-muttering spoke, and his expression couldn't help but show joy.

After a month of cultivation, coupled with the blessing of signing in, he finally reached the level of perfection, and the next step is to feel the sense of qi, once he feels the sense of qi, then he has truly entered the cultivation of internal strength.

"Tomorrow, maybe it's fine!".

As the words spoke, Jiang Chen slowly put away his movements.

And it's right now.

Ah Fu trotted in.

"Little master, the master is back, let you go over!".

Ah Fu spoke respectfully.

"Daddy's back, I know!".

Jiang Chen nodded, then put away his thoughts and walked to the main hall.

In the past month, my father has been running for the workshop, busy expanding, and busy purchasing.

Now that I'm back, it's obviously done.

This made Jiang Chen smile as well.

Because this means that the Jiang family's income is destined to expand further in the next time.

Relying on the waterways of Jiangnan Province, Jiang's instant noodles can radiate almost the entire middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, what a huge market it will be, even if only a part of it, is enough to make people excited.

At the very least, there will not be the slightest problem with the Jiang family's entry into the third-level family.

Of course, in this situation, the Jiang family must also find political strength as soon as possible.

At the end of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China period, this was the era of capital, but also the era of chaos, if there was not enough strength, it was almost impossible for capital to rise, either compradors, or the white gloves of warlords.

If you want to rise in this crack, it is extremely difficult.

The Jiang family has not yet reached this qualification, even if it is an asset of 100,000 silver dollars, for a warlord, it is just like that.

But if it becomes a million, then the nature of this is completely different.

A million silver dollars, enough to feed tens of thousands of soldiers.

Although even if the Jiang family reaches the million-level assets, it may not be able to come up with millions of silver dollars.

But this is definitely an asset that cannot be ignored.

in the main hall.

Jiang Yuanhua was holding tea, pondering.

"Daddy!".

Jiang Chen walked in and shouted directly.

"Chen'er, you're here. "

Jiang Yuanhua pondered and retracted, and couldn't help but smile and look at his son.

And this look made Jiang Yuanhua a little stunned, his son seemed to be much taller than in his impression.

"Hey, you've grown a lot taller!".

He spoke in a surprised voice.

"The child has been practicing martial arts recently, and his body is naturally growing faster!"

"Daddy, are you ready!".

"If you're ready, Dad better visit that one as soon as possible, otherwise you may not have a chance!"

Jiang Chen shook his head and explained briefly.

He didn't say too much about him, there was no way to lower the martial arts of the martial arts world, there were too many cultivation requirements, his parents were obviously not suitable at the moment, and it was useless to talk too much.

Compared to this, it is the layout of the entire Jiang family that is the most important.

"Do you practice martial arts, it's not bad, you can strengthen your body, I'll hire a mentor for you after a while!".

"Visit that one, now?"

"Need to be in such a hurry?".

Jiang Yuanhua nodded, and he didn't care too much about it.

In contrast, Jiang Chen's words behind him made him completely divert his attention.

"Yes!".

Jiang Chen spoke with affirmative words.

Looking at his youngest son's gaze, Jiang Yuanhua took a deep breath, and then nodded.

"I see!".

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