Bankruptcy and inheritance old house system

Chapter 142 Exploring the Map 3
Maybe it's really the effect of the Good Fortune Pill, or maybe there's something else hidden, the housekeeper of the old house clearly wants Shen Luohe to discover her potential, that's why she accelerated the progress of the Middle Ages, left the state of the house, and traveled around.

Sometimes if you don't meet new people or strange things, you can't analyze them thoroughly just by guessing.

Shen Luohe turned his right hand over and took out a pot of herbal tea, while his left hand took out a teacup, poured the tea, and handed it to Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes, took the teacup, felt it was cold to the touch, and couldn't help sighing: "My dear, what kind of fairy magic is this? Fetch from the air?" He is a martial arts master himself, how could he not see it? difference.

Hong Qigong, who has been in the rivers and lakes all his life, naturally only respects the religious beliefs of gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts, but never blindly believes in them. However, at this moment he has some doubts.The girl in front of me can't be from a magic troupe, can she?Although the tricks are very attractive, but in terms of hand-eye speed, they are naturally inferior to martial arts practitioners, and the little girl's sleeves and narrow waist skirt really have nothing to hide.

Even though he was very curious, Hong Qigong still didn't forget to take a sip of tea. After drinking it, the sweet and sour taste refreshed his body, sweeping away the heat from his body.He has internal strength close to him, although he can't keep warm in winter and cool in summer, he can still maintain the temperature in his body to a certain extent, but after drinking this cup of tea, he shivered.

"happy!"

Can you not be happy!
Umbrella secretly complained that the owner of his house cooked Qingliang pills and fruit tea together, completely treating it as a drink to relieve summer heat.

Shen Luohe avoided answering Hong Qigong's question, took out a pair of clean chopsticks, and said, "You are well-informed, look at your eating habits."

Hong Qigong even dared to eat the delicacies of the imperial palace, let alone a few bowls of unfamiliar delicacies. He did not shy away from stinky food, and the first chopsticks were to pick up stinky tofu.You must know that until now, the guests of Ming and Lu countries have just accepted the existence of stinky tofu, and half of them eat it and half of them don't eat it.

The old beggar took a bite of the square cube of tofu, and his sharp eyes lit up immediately, "It's not bad, it smells stinky, and it tastes delicious!" He stuffed the rest into his mouth, tasted it, and hissed, "The taste is delicious!" It is a mixture of wasabi and pepper, it makes your mouth feel numb and painful, it tastes very special..."

"Special fragrance." Umbrella said the unfinished words for Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong laughed loudly, "Yes, yes, it is very fragrant!"

[Congratulations to the owner, the random task is completed, and a set of back garden templates will be rewarded. 】

Seeing Hong Qigong's dedication, Shen Luohe was distracted and clicked on the prize. As the name suggests, the back garden template is a decoration module specially used for the backyard of old houses. After activation, the empty backyard will have a landscape of rockery, flowing water, and paths.

She has no dissatisfaction with the backyard at the moment. Grandpa likes to grow seasonal fruits and vegetables in the yard back then, so he vacated a large area of ​​land. If there is no plantation, she will continue to grow something that can be planted according to the old way of grandpa. Self-sufficient crops.

However, there is a small open-air hot spring in the template, which is very attractive.

Shen Luohe believed that the rewards given by the housekeeper of the old house would not be disappointing. After thinking for a moment, he decided to use the template after going back to give the backyard a big makeover.

The more Hong Qigong ate, the more he devoted himself, because he quickly noticed the advantage of relieving fatigue brought by restaurant food, martial arts practitioners are more sensitive than ordinary people.The most intuitive point is that the consumed internal force can be recovered to some extent, but the weaker the internal force, the less obvious it is.

Needless to say, Hong Qigong's force value, a meal made a big difference.

"Your dishes are very good in every aspect." Although the recovery of internal energy is nothing, when the internal energy is exhausted, who doesn't like to recover strength quickly.After all, the exhaustion of internal strength often means that life safety cannot be guaranteed. The sooner the person regains control of the situation, the easier it is to earn the upper hand.

It's just that people adjust their breath, and the picture of myself eating stinky tofu is too hot for my eyes!

Hong Qigong fell in love with Chili's overbearing all of a sudden, and was curious about the existence of Zhongba, so he set off with the two.

In the past half a day, he was able to enjoy himself on the minibus and learned how to play movies.

Due to the problem of control authority, Shen Luohe directly arranged several serious martial arts dramas. Of course, he avoided the Condor Shooting, the Condor God and Yitian Tulong. When the opening or ending song came, Hong Qigong impatiently clicked the accelerator button The way he sat there watching the movie with a straight face made Shen Luohe and Shansan inevitably feel a little historically dislocated.

There is a simple toilet similar to that of a travel bus on a minibus, which not only supplies electricity but also water. In the past two days, Hong Qigong has never been on or off a minibus. It can be said that the charm of TV is comparable to his obsession with food.

Fortunately, gourmet food is always the beggar's favorite. On the third day, he stretched himself out of the window and let out a sigh.

"Are you in Jiaxing? It's too soon!"

"Stop and go, it's not too fast." Umbrella parked the car on the side of the official road outside Jiaxing City. The appearance of the minibus was so shocking that the soldiers guarding the city would not dare to let them in. They saw it from a distance. Then there was a rush of soldiers and horses, apparently to report.

Umbrella looked at Shen Luohe inquiringly.

Shen Luohe looked at the word Jiaxing hanging on the city gate, and vaguely remembered that this should be the place where a certain martial arts figure stayed when he was young.Who exactly it was, I really can't remember.

"Going to the city?" Hong Qigong asked.

"If senior Hong is fine, we won't go in!" Shen Luohe clicked on the navigation to check the open spaces around where vehicles could park.

"I'm fine!" Hong Qigong shook his head, "You don't need to check that thing, I know where to park this big guy."

Because of Hong Qigong's guidance, Shen Luohe drove the car himself, followed the official road and turned into a small field road, passing over the weeds on the side of the road. After driving for about 10 minutes, the green hills and ruined temples could be seen faintly in front of him.

The CMB stopped at the foot of the mountain, in front of the ruined temple.

Shen Luohe stared straight at the plaque with the words "Wang Tieqiang Temple" hanging on it, and took out his phone to check it quickly.

Oh my god, it turned out that Yang Guo was the protagonist who stayed in Jiaxing in her impression. When he was 11 years old, his mother was buried outside the Wang Tieqiang Temple.

"Senior Hong, are you 50 years old this year?" Shen Luohe suddenly thought of a question. Hong Qigong looks like he is almost middle-aged, Huang Rong and Yang Kang are not just born, right?
"You little girl, why did you think of asking the old beggar's age?" Hong Qigong chuckled in a good-tempered manner, "What 50 years old, it's past the age of hearing!"

That's over 60 years old?

According to Du Niang, Hong Qigong died at the age of 72. At that time, Yang Guo had grown up and fell in love with Xiaolongnv.

Calculated, Yang Guo is at least ten years old now.

There was indeed a tombstone behind the ruined temple. When Hong Qigong saw it, he clicked his tongue, and his brows and eyes were slightly sad.

"Acquaintance of yours?" Shen Luohe asked softly.

"That's right!" Hong Qigong didn't say much, since the deceased is already dead, it's useless to talk too much, he stooped down and grabbed a handful of soil, and said with a frown, "The tomb is newly erected."

(End of this chapter)