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"what?!"

The few males behind Father Li were shocked and stared at Yan Chong with gritted teeth, wishing they could eat him.

Yan Chong was not afraid at all, he glanced at the crowd coldly, and said to Father Li: "Mr., I have no intention of becoming a farm owner, let alone I am not from Qingzha."

Father Li waved his hand and stroked his white beard, "When you become a farmer, won't you be from Qingzha? Young people don't know how to be flexible, even an old man like me!"

There is some truth in this statement, and people don't know how to refute it for a while.

Father Li yawned: "Forget it, come with me quickly, and I'll tell you something. I'm getting older, so I'll finish talking earlier, and I need to sleep for a while."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked slowly, not giving Yan Chong a chance to continue to refuse at all.

As for the other people who followed him and said all kinds of words that he disagreed with, he replied with muddled words such as "huh?", "What did you say?" Good or fake is not good.

It made everyone dumbfounded and suffocated.

This matter happened so suddenly, Yan Chong stood where he was, unable to make a decision for a while.

The female woman who had spoken to Yan Chong before saw his hesitation, and came out to persuade him: "Little brother, you just go and listen to what Father Li said, he will not treat you harshly, alas ...He is so old, and he doesn't know how many days he can live, so he should give the old man a thought..."

The female lady said while wiping her tears. Wen Moer's empathy ability is too strong, and once she sees others cry, she will follow with red eyes.

He pursed his lips, and began to pull Yan Chong's sleeves again: "Brother Chong, just go and have a look, and just talk to that grandpa...I'll go with you."

Before, a group of people kept looking at Yan Chong, then a group of people glared at him with their eyeballs, and now many people are crying at him.Yan Chong glanced around, was very speechless, closed his eyes, and there was a buzzing and sobbing in his ears, making people unable to think.

"Okay, I'll go over and have a look!" Yan Chong gritted his teeth and at the same time grabbed Wen Moer's wrist that was pulling his sleeve, deliberately staring with a fierce look, "wipe away your tears and snot, it's really dirty !"

After finishing speaking, he walked away with slender and powerful long legs.

It is clear that he is cold, but he gives people the feeling of fortitude and handsomeness.

Looking at the back of Yan Chong striding away, Wen Moer sniffed and touched his face in confusion: "I don't have a runny nose."

The female woman covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes were bright, she didn't cry at all, "Your name is Xiao Mo, right? Let's go, I'll take you to eat radishes, I just picked them."

Thus, Wen Moer was deceived by a radish, no, it should be said that it was a large piece of radish, completely forgetting that he wanted to accompany Yan Chong to see Father Li.

When Yan Chong came out of Father Li's big tent, it was already half an hour later.

In the past half an hour, Papa Li didn't look like a terminally ill old man at all.When he talked about Qingzha Farm, which was full of greenery and fat cattle and sheep in the past, his eyes were always full of yearning and soaring, as if he had returned to the youthful years when he was galloping on horseback.

That arrogance, that love for the homeland without complaint or regret, touched Yan Chong a little bit.

Dangru, if it was just that, Yan Chong would probably not agree to pick up such a troublesome big stall, but Father Li saved his hand, or let out his last trump card.

He took out a treasure chest: a plant treasure chest.

The box is full of various plant seeds that he has collected over the past few decades, and all that can be preserved as seeds are in it!

In an instant, Yan Chong's eyes straightened.

This temptation is too great, to the extent that if Father Li doesn't tempt him by taking over the farm, Yan Chong himself will find a way to get it.

However, Yan Chong does not plan to take over Qingzha Farm immediately, he still has some things to deal with.

For example, who will manage the space station, and the water storage equipment and farmland that have been built with great difficulty must not be left in vain.As well as how to maintain the relationship with Jian Mingzhou in the future, what bargaining chips should be used to deal with "Hawkeye", and how the farm will be maintained in the future, all aspects need to be considered.

Hearing Yan Chong's plan, Father Li was very pleased.But I'm afraid there are many nights and dreams, he has to settle this matter first.

In the northwest of Qingzha Farm, there is a slightly higher round platform, where a blue flag is planted.Although it has been weathered and dilapidated for a long time, it is still the most sacred symbol in the hearts of the entire Qingzha people.

Father Li summoned the crowd to the flagpole, and there were twenty or so sparse individuals standing below, some old and some young, roughly speaking, there were more elderly people.

In the books, everyone knew the reason for being called here, and they didn't discuss it, but just looked at Yan Chong and Wen Moer with their eyes from time to time.

"Everyone, I have good news for you today. Our next farmer in Qingzha has finally been found, and he came from afar..."

When the words got stuck here, Father Li's expression changed slightly, he coughed in embarrassment, turned his head and asked Yan Chong in a low voice: "...boy, what's your name?"

Now Yan Chong believed that this old man was really old. He had clearly said his name more than once, and every time it was Father Li who asked him on his own initiative.

Amnesia is very serious.

Yan Chong lost his temper for this, and sighed, "Yan Chong."

"Oh." Father Li immediately straightened his slanted body, and his expression returned to seriousness, "The future farm owner of Qingzha is the one who is strong and wise beside me...Yan Chong! Let us thank the holy Dila The lake gives us hope, God Dilla, long live."

"God Dilla, long live."

"God Dilla, long live."

The people under the steps turned around and bowed three times towards the Dila Lake which had dried up into a ditch.

This scene really has an indescribable sense of humor, and Yan Chong did not participate in it.Old Li next to him didn't force it, after all he didn't bow down himself, he just made a clasped gesture with both hands.

After worshiping God Dilla, even if this short and simple transition ceremony is over, everyone still has work to do in the fields.

Unexpectedly, at this time, not only did several males not return to the field in a hurry, but they gathered together with resentment on their faces.

"Father Li, because God Dila has cared for Qingzha for many years, I am afraid that I will prosecute the gods, so I have endured it until now!" The most burly gray-haired male among them stood up first, "Why should an outsider Taking over Qingzha, he has never lived in Qingzha, he has no idea what Qingzha has guarded for many years!"

Father Li seemed to have expected it, raised his drooping eyelids, and said nonchalantly: "Outsider? Didn't you say before that the owner of the Qingzha farm is one of your own? You're just as stupid as a kid!"

While talking, he did not forget to look around among the females staying there, and finally landed on a gray-haired female: "At that time, he will marry our Qingzha female, and he will still be Qingzha People, I see, Xiaoli is pretty good."

"No !!!!"

Suddenly, two voices sounded at the same time.

One came from a gray-haired male, and the other came from Wen Moer who was beside Yan Chong.

The gray-haired female named Xiaoli had flushed cheeks, and the words "I do" were almost written in her blinking eyes.