Rural Shennong

Regardless of the fact that Shibaguai Village was newly acquired by Chen Ping.

But Chen Ping's control over Shibaguai Village was stronger than his control over Tangpu Village.

After all, the land in Tangpu Village was contracted by Chen Ping, and there was a clause in the contract that villagers could reclaim the land at any time.

In contrast, the land and people of Shibaguai Village belong to Chen Ping.

Tens of millions of road construction and infrastructure investment are the money that Chen Ping bought those land titles.

After unloading Chen Ping at Tangpu Village, Shazhuqiang drove back to the city.

Chen Ping didn't see Miao Runlian when he entered the house, and he was not in a hurry to find someone.

He sat cross-legged on the kang, closed his eyes and silently studied the newly inherited exercises.

After a while, Chen Ping opened his eyes abruptly. While shocked, his expression was a little strange: "This...this exercise, how is it possible!"

Chen Ping has been in contact with martial arts for a long time, and he often contacts Bao Chong and Wei Manting, two martial arts masters, so he has some understanding of the current martial arts.

Today's martial arts can be roughly divided into two categories.

One category is to increase cultivation skills.

The second category is exercises that do not increase cultivation, but have special abilities, such as healing people, poisoning people, and so on.

Only martial arts masters and above have the intention to practice the second type of exercises.

Ordinary martial arts fighters don't have enough time to increase their cultivation base.

Martial arts masters are similar, they are either consolidating their cultivation, or they are on the way to the realm of a master, so they don't have the heart to practice heresy ways.

But Chen Ping's evergreen formula is different.

The first half of the master Qingjue, while increasing his cultivation, gave Chen Ping the means to heal his injuries.

The second half is even more exaggerated, and it can even practice with women.

The more times of intercourse, the other half can also become a warrior.

At the same time of dual cultivation, as the leading party, the realm of its martial arts master will be rapidly consolidated.

Chen Ping doesn't dare to run now, he walks in a flutter, and he has to be careful when holding things.

If you can't control it a little bit, the power of the skyrocketing will crush the things in your hand.

Therefore, for Chen Ping, the growth of the second half of the Qing Jue is still secondary, and the rapid consolidation of the cultivation is the most urgent and most needed key for him now.

Widow Miao came back from the farm. When she entered the house and saw Chen Ping, she was hugged by Chen Ping.

Miao Runlian looked weak with Chen Ping's fiery eyes.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, why do you act like you've never met a woman before!"

Chen Ping sniffed the fragrance of Widow Miao's hair: "Sister Runlian, do you want to practice martial arts?"

Widow Miao shook her head and said, "No, practicing martial arts is too hard and tiring."

"Besides, I'm a woman, what are you doing with a gun?"

Chen Ping said softly: "I'll teach you a kind of kung fu that doesn't make you tired at all. After you practice, you can stay young forever, and your face won't grow old!"

It is a woman's nature to love beauty, and she can become beautiful without being tired by practicing kung fu. Although Widow Miao is willing, she is a little entangled.

"I haven't practiced martial arts before, can I do it?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Don't worry, I can take you flying!"

Half an hour later, the sweaty Widow Miao bit Chen Ping's shoulder: "Liar, you are a big liar!"

"Didn't you say you're not tired? I'm going to fall apart!"

Chen Ping coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Then what, it was our first time practicing just now, and we couldn't control it too much."

"Let's start over again, this time I will control it, and you have to cooperate well, your posture in cultivation just now is wrong!"

Widow Miao supported Chen Ping's chest, got up and ran away: "I believe in your ghosts, you just want to ruin me, I don't want..."

Chen Ping was doing it for the good of Widow Miao, so of course she couldn't be allowed to give up halfway.

Amidst the screams of Widow Miao, the second practice began.

It was three poles in the sun and the rooster crowed eight times before Widow Miao woke up from a coma.

The practice last night was so intense that Widow Miao passed out halfway through the practice.

She habitually supported her waist and sat up: "Oh? Not sore?"

Stretching her waist greatly, Widow Miao suddenly felt refreshed: "Didn't Ah Ping fool me?"

Full of doubts, Widow Miao put on a pajamas, rubbed her hair and went into the bathroom.

After taking a shower and drying her body, Widow Miao went to the sink and picked up the hair dryer, ready to dry her hair.

"Clap!"

Chen Ping, who just came back from the outside, heard the sound of something falling in the bathroom, rushed over and opened the door: "Sister Runlian, what's wrong with you?"

A broken hair dryer lay on the ground. Miao Runlian covered her mouth and looked at Chen Ping in shock: "I... I have changed!"

Years make people grow old, Miao widows are after all alone with their children, rural widows who have lived through a long hard life will inevitably leave some marks of weather on their faces.

But now the imprints of those years have all disappeared.

Her skin has become as delicate as a baby's, and some of the shallow wrinkles are only a few indiscernible marks.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Isn't this normal!"

"I told you last night, as long as we practice together, you will remain young forever and your face will never grow old."

Widow Miao hugged Chen Ping excitedly: "I still want to practice!"

Chen Ping: "I'm hungry, eat first!"

Widow Miao was impatient: "What to eat, cultivation is the most important thing!"

After practicing until noon, Widow Miao finally couldn't hold on anymore: "Eat, eat first!"

Widow Miao hummed a ditty and arranged a large table of delicious dishes.

"Ping, my third uncle has been in the hospital for a week, after dinner later, you go to the hospital to perform the operation on him!"

Chen Ping nodded: "Okay, I just thought it's time to go to the hospital for a consultation."

If Widow Miao said this yesterday, Chen Ping would not have dared to agree.

Because his strength was a little out of control, he would be killed if he was not careful.

But after a night of arduous training, although Chen Ping hadn't fully consolidated his cultivation as a martial arts master, it was no longer a problem to control the power in his hands.

He even couldn't wait to try his current skills.

I can't find someone to fight for the time being, and it's okay to have an operation.

After the meal, Widow Miao drove Chen Ping to the hospital.

Chen Ping finished the operation on Gong Tiecheng at noon, and Gong Tiecheng woke up from the anesthesia in the afternoon: "Professor Chen, thank you!"

Widow Miao held Gong Tiecheng's hand: "Third Uncle, why don't you be polite to him, just call him Aping."

Chen Ping laughed and said, "Yes, they are all relatives, you don't have to be polite to me!"

Widow Miao sighed: "You said Xiyuan is the same, she didn't come to see her father for such a big surgery."

Gong Tiecheng was a little depressed: "Don't blame her, the reservoir upstream of our village burst its embankment, and the flood flooded the entire village."

"She's going back to help the family make arrangements to move to the county seat, as well as compensation."

When Gong Tiecheng came, he said that there was a flood in the village and his trouser legs were still covered with mud.

But Widow Miao didn't expect the situation to suddenly deteriorate to such an extent.

Widow Miao frowned. Widow Miao knew what kind of virtue her cousin was.

Gong Xiyuan ran back in such a hurry, probably for the compensation money, and it was hard for the old couple to get the money.

Widow Miao sighed, "How much is the compensation?"

"Besides, the resettlement house moved to the county seat. Your family doesn't even have any farmland. How will you live on in the future?"

"Third Uncle, if you want me to tell you, don't let Xiyuan mess around, you might as well move here with my aunt."

"My farm is short of manpower. You taught me how to raise cattle. It just so happens that you can help me."

Gong Tiecheng was a little moved: "This...isn't it easy to move?"

Chen Ping saw Gong Tiecheng's concerns, and said with a smile, "Uncle San, I still have some prestige in Tangpu Village."

"You also have a rural household registration, so it doesn't take much to move here. Let me tell the village chief, and I will give you a piece of the land I contracted. It is not a big problem to settle here."