After listening to the persuasion, I will live broadcast Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 29
But soon Wu Sanjin became righteous again: It's not that I, Wu Sanjin, are unkind, it's that you, Chen Xiangyang, are dishonest.

Thinking of this, he quickly chimed in: "Boss Huang said that as long as we agree to help, he will buy all the tea in our village at a high price!"

"If you don't help, we don't even think that someone will collect a catty of tea in our village!"

Yang Wuye trembled slightly and said, "Is what he said true?"

"Boss Huang really said that?"

Chen Xiangyang sighed softly and said, "Fifth Master, you also know what kind of virtue that surnamed Huang is. He just opens his mouth with empty words, and if he wants to turn his back on him, he will turn his back on it."

"Besides, he didn't want me to stir-fry tea at all, but wanted to steal my tea-frying technique."

Before he finished speaking, the old man interrupted him in anger: "Confused!"

"Xiangyang, you are really confused!"

"You didn't offend a big customer in our village by doing this! So what if you entrust him with a tea-frying process, you have to have a collective consciousness, this is not your business alone!"

"If Boss Huang doesn't come to collect the tea, you, Chen Xiangyang, will be a big sinner in our Qingping Village!"

The prickly ash tree stick in the old man's hand stabbed hard into the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Hearing the words, Chen Xiangyang felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, and was just about to open his mouth to refute, but there was a sudden yelling and cursing from outside the tea garden: "God's day comes to Yang Lao Wu!"

"How dare you show off in my old Chen's tea garden! What kind of thing are you without pissing yourself!!"

Hearing this voice, Chen Xiangyang suddenly showed joy: "Second Master, why are you here?"

The person who came was none other than Chen Fugen, the second master of the Chen family.

When Wu Sanjin brought Fifth Master Yang into the door just now, Luo Yun felt that something was wrong, so he quietly called Second Master Chen.

Chen Erye hung up the phone and ran over in the mule cart.

He and Yang Wuye are of the same generation, and they had a lot of dealings with each other when they were young, and now they don't save any face for each other, and they directly scold them.

Yang Wuye was so scolded by Chen Erye, his beard immediately turned up: "Mom, Chen Ergou, you are an old Guoguo, and you still want to protect the calf!"

"Your tea is all on dead trees! It's bullshit."

Chen Erye curled his lips when he heard the words: "Fucking bitch!"

"I don't like the melon rind surnamed Huang. I come here every year to lower the price. Is this old society barbarism?"

"If it is, I will kill and hang the landlord!"

Although he was of the same generation as Yang Wuye, his body was extremely strong, so he rushed forward as he spoke, looking like he was fighting.

Fifth Master Yang was leaning on a cane, how could he be the opponent of Second Master, he suddenly looked like a suffocated ball, and the hand holding the cane was trembling.

"Ah, ah, second master Chen, please speak carefully." At this time, Wang Shuyi, who had been watching the excitement, hurriedly stood up to smooth things over.

He had heard about this Second Master Chen's temper, and he couldn't be offended.

When I was young, I was reckless. I went to North Korea, and my hands were stained with the blood of a lot of American devils. When I was discharged from the army, I was sent back by a military vehicle. The older generation said, "The second child of the Chen family has a murderous look on his body, and the ghosts and gods are easy to fight." '.

But what Wang Shuyi was afraid of was not him, but his grandson Chen Shifeng.

"Which crotch did you jump out of, get the hell out of here."

Stared at by his old eyes, Wang Shuyi couldn't help but let out a chill in his heart.

"Second Master~ I, I..." He looked at Chen Xiangyang as if asking for help, but the latter pretended not to see it.

It was Chen Jin who brought a cup of tea and handed it to Second Master Chen: "Second Master, try my old man's newly roasted tea."

This tea was brewed by him just now, just to respect the second master first.

Chen Erye was so thirsty that he cursed at others, so he took the tea without paying attention at first, took a sip, and couldn't help but let out a soft 'huh'.

Looking at the tea leaves in his hand, it was golden buds, clear water, with a tangy aroma, completely different from ordinary snow buds.

"Xiangyang, is this your newly roasted tea?"

Chen Xiangyang nodded: "It's just a little speculation."

Hearing this, Chen Erye suddenly realized.

Just now he heard from Xiangyang's wife that Huang Youde asked Chen Xiangyang to make tea, but he didn't know why Chen Xiangyang didn't go.

Now that he drinks this tea, he understands everything. Huang Youde has put his mind on this tea.

After figuring this out, Second Master Chen's anger grew even stronger: "Mom sells criticism, I'll call your mother an immortal shovel."

"It turns out that I got the idea on my Chen family's tea. There really are some idiots who don't have eyes."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head around, as if he was looking for something, but he found nothing when he turned around, and suddenly stared at Yang Wuye's prickly ash wood crutch, and took two steps instead of three.

Although he was nearly eighty years old, his body was very strong, and he jumped up to Yang Wuye's door all of a sudden, which made him tremble in fright, and he almost didn't pass.

Before he could react, he felt that the crutch had changed hands with a light touch.

Looking at the second master of the Chen family again, he picked up his crutch with one hand in front of the other, held it in front of his chest, then took a sudden step forward, and shouted: "Kill!"

In an instant, a chilling air approached the door.

Wu Sanjin and Yang Wuye's legs went limp, and they staggered in fright. Even Wang Shuyi couldn't help but take half a step back.

And Chen Jin, who was behind him, saw this scene and felt awe in his heart.

Er Ye is using a crutch as a gun, using a bayonet to kill devils.

"Ouch~"

"The second master of the Chen family wants to kill someone!"

Wu Sanjin couldn't help but howl at first, and he didn't care about Yang Wuye's frail body, so he let go of his hands and turned his head and ran outside.

Yang Wuye himself had no crutches, and there was no one to support him at the moment, so he lost his support all of a sudden. If it wasn't for Wang Shuyi who was next to him with quick eyesight and quick hands, he would almost have been eaten by a dog.

"Fugen, Fugen~ You're going to kill me~~" Yang Wuye shouted, only feeling two warps, and a burst of damp heat in his crotch.

Second Master Chen snorted coldly. Although he was old, he was not confused, he just said in a deep voice, "The walking stick is good."

Yang Wuye leaned tremblingly on Wang Shuyi, not caring about the crutches, and urged in a low voice: "Go fast, go fast~ He really dares to kill someone!"

Where did Wang Shuyi dare to hesitate, he set up Yang Wuye and turned around to leave, fearing in his heart, he couldn't help cursing: Wu Sanjin, who is a bitch, knew he was a bastard, so I will settle accounts with him later!

As soon as the three of them left, the tea garden returned to its original tranquility.

Chen Fugen withdrew his posture, touched the crutch in his hand, and muttered: "The crutch is really good~"

"Second Master, please calm down~" Chen Jin quickly moved a stool and handed him tea.

Chen Fugen originally couldn't put it down while holding the crutch, but he didn't put it down until he saw the tea brought by Chen Jin.

He took another sip, raised his head and glanced at Chen Xiangyang next to him: "Xiangyang, is this a new technology you've researched?"

Chen Xiangyang didn't dare to hide anything, so he told the second master the ins and outs of the tea party.

(End of this chapter)