Ranch Story: Start Over

Feng Ling looked at his grandfather's expression, which showed sadness, shame, and regret. At that moment, the expression on his grandfather's face kept changing, as if a lot of emotions were intertwined. After a while, tears were streaming down his grandfather's face.

Feng Ling hurriedly stepped forward and shook Feng Qingyang.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me. It's just a well. You can just bury it and forget about it."

Feng Qingyang took the palm-leaf fan and patted Feng Ling on the head in annoyance and said:

"Bury your head, not really. I was just thinking about some things in the past, and I didn't expect to wrongly blame someone."

Feng Ling looked at Lin's gossipy eyes, then looked at Grandpa, only to see Grandpa suddenly stand up with a serious expression, and then said to Lin seriously:

"Xiao Lin'er, you can use this well water as you like, but I hope you remember to keep it secret for Feng Ling."

Feng Ling was a thick-skinned person. He only heard his grandfather tell Lin his request, but he did not notice that while his grandfather was talking, Feng Qingyang's mind went straight into Lin's mental defenses and imprinted his words.

Lin was just stunned for a moment, then nodded shyly and agreed.

Feng Ling looked stupidly at Lin, who had already shown the fifth grey heart. Her grandfather just said something to her, and that made her like him more?

Feng Ling didn't know what Feng Qingyang did to Lin. He only saw Lin, who had come back to her senses after a slight trance, look at him shyly. He was used to being beaten by her, so he was not used to seeing such an expression.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang waved his palm-leaf fan and said:

"Feng'er, remember not to spread the news of this spiritual spring. You can sell it or study it. If someone really asks you, just say that you processed the magic water with your own magic power, okay? Xiao Lin'er will help you keep the secret, so you can rest assured. This child knows what to say and what not to say."

Seeing that his grandfather was so confident, Feng Ling didn't say anything else. Since he allowed him to sell the spiritual spring water to others, there would be no problem.

"Grandpa, is this spiritual spring water so important?"

"Remove the 'ma'. This spiritual spring water is equivalent to the source of magic power for a main city. But Feng'er, Grandpa really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be able to discover such a spiritual spring water."

"Why do you say that, Grandpa?"

The old man made a direct analogy:

"If a source of magic power suddenly appears in the ancient battlefield of the abyss, the demons can send half of their legions to participate in the battle in order to occupy the source of magic power. The same is true for us humans!"

"Fuck!"

Feng Ling couldn't help but greet him. Isn't this a bit like the magic spring in the wild in "Warcraft"? In this case! Feng Ling asked tentatively:

"Grandpa, is there still the fountain of life?"

"Yes, there is also the Fountain of Life, and of course, the most important one! The Fountain of Destiny! The former can repair wounds and heal, while the latter has the same effect of magic and healing."

"The effect of the magic spring is less than that of the life spring and less than that of the destiny spring. Every large main city has a destiny spring."

"Then Grandpa, can the magic spring water only be used for drinking?"

Grandpa knocked Feng Ling's head angrily, while Lin laughed secretly beside him.

"Don't keep thinking about eating. The value of the magic spring water lies in alchemy! Wait for me for a moment."

Feng Qingyang sat up from the recliner and walked towards the cabin, wondering what treasure he was looking for for Feng Ling.

"Senior Sister, is alchemy really that powerful?"

"That depends on the people. Take the steam locomotive of the mechanical civilization for example. It is a masterpiece of alchemists in the Magic Continent and has never been seen in our Mineral Town.

The nearest main city, Saint Ilanth, is reached by a light magic motorcycle on a highway, crossing mountains and hills, and it takes two days to get there without taking a break.

It only takes one day to walk to the seaside. There is no train from Saint Ilanth to Mineral Town. It is too far and there are few people. It is not worth it. But most importantly, there are no alchemists living there. "

"Uh, because an alchemist is worth a train?"

"No, it's the alchemists who can figure it out by themselves. I always suspect that these people are bored and don't stay at home with such a high level. They secretly went to the Mechanical Civilization Continent to study for a long time."

Seeing Lin's contemptuous eyes, Feng Ling didn't know what to say. Wouldn't it be good for Lin to go and further his studies? After coming back, he could strengthen the scientific and technological research of the magic continent. That would be awesome.

"Ah? Is there any other way to say this?"

"The Mechanical Civilization Continent cannot stay for long. The lower the realm, the sooner you have to come back, otherwise you will be too corrupted to come back. People with higher realms will be much better. Anyway, you must come back within 10 years at most, and the next time you go back will be at least 50 years later.

And there is no one to control them, so they can be free and unrestrained there. You have learned so much about mechanical civilization, so you must have been to the mechanical civilization continent for quite a while, right?"

"Yeah, I've been there for more than 20 years."

Feng Ling said in his heart.

"Not long."

"There is an alchemist in the capital of Yangshan District, which is more than 300 kilometers away. So the nearby towns benefit greatly from him. But we are not like that. We are quite poor. The annual income of ordinary residents there is more than one million, while ours is only or . If it weren't for the difficulty of leaving our hometown, we would have moved out long ago."

Lin sighed and looked at Feng Qingyang who was walking over. Her family moved here more than 30 years ago. At that time, her father had not yet started a family. He was assigned here by the family. With the support of Lord Feng Qingyang, they enjoyed more than ten years of rapid development, and then her father started a family here.

Afterwards, Feng Qingyang became depressed because of his wife's affairs and was never able to cheer up again. The Mineral Town also became worse and worse. In its peak period, the Mineral Town had a population of 100,000 but has now declined to more than 1,000 households in more than ten years. There are only more than 100 permanent households left, and the rest are living outside.

Feng Qingyang came back, holding a huge golden magic book in his hand and handed it to Feng Ling, saying:

"When I was young, I was a third-level alchemist. Note that this is the sergeant of the sergeant class. Alchemists advance three levels to become alchemists, and then three levels to become master alchemists and the tenth-level god-level alchemists. Also, you asked me before who I had wrongly blamed?

I wronged your uncle.

Alas, when we were young, your uncle was unwilling to marry your grandmother to me because he thought I was a military man, so he and I didn’t get along well.

I didn't expect that the dowry he gave when he married your grandmother turned out to be this source of magic power. I thought it was because the ranch territory granted to me by the principality was in such a remote place, and I was resentful towards him.

But I didn't expect that it was your uncle who secretly secured such a huge benefit for me and your grandmother. I treated it as ordinary well water for so many years. Damn it!"

It was confirmed. It turned out that the old man didn't get along with his great-uncle when he was young. He mistakenly thought that his great-uncle was against him and placed the rewards he and his grandmother received at the enthronement ceremony of the Elders' Council of the Principality in this remote mountain area. The grudges of the previous generation were finally resolved today because of Feng Ling's accidental greed.

"Ah, Grandpa, this, this, this! What should I do?"

“My boy, if you don’t restore the ranch to its former prestige, I will not feel comfortable even if I die before your uncle.

Alas, this guy, will he die if he says one more word? "

The pressure was put on Feng Ling.

Lin watched from the sidelines as Feng Ling, who was feeling extremely stressed, grabbed his hair and fed a handful of feed to Xiao Bai at his feet. Lin lowered her head and thought to herself:

You have to hold on, you're under more than just this one pressure.