Lose From Poor God to Richest Man

Wen Wan'er drove very steadily, even if she turned from a highway to a slightly rugged mountain road, there was still not much turbulence in the car.

After driving along the mountain road for more than two hours, Zhen Qiong finally saw Wen Wan'er's hometown.

It was a village located halfway up the mountain, named Yunhu Village.

From a distance, the houses in the village seem to be built of stones.

The triangular roof is covered with a layer of thatch and other plants. I don't know if it will leak in the house on rainy days.

But I have to admit that the village has the smell of a paradise when matched with the faint mist in the mountains.

If it were placed in ancient times, there is no need to guess at this place, there must be some big men like martial arts masters living in this place.

However, the thought that Wen Wan'er's kung fu was taught by her family, which made Zhen Qiong a little curious about whether this seemingly simple village is a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"Did you grow up here?" Zhen Qiong asked.

"Yes, Mr. Zhen. But after I was admitted to university, I rarely came back here." Wen Wan'er said.

Kun Yuxin, who was sitting in the back seat, said: “It’s good to be used here for old-age care, but it’s really difficult to develop.”

"Yeah! So the people in the village basically go out to work hard, and only come back to worship their ancestors during the holidays."

When she said this, Wen Wan'er had already parked her car in a clearing at the foot of the mountain.

Although it is not as complete as the parking lot of the protection base, it can be seen that someone has taken care of it.

Otherwise, this mountain wasteland, where is a flat and open land, is specially for parking.

After getting out of the car, Zhen Qiong saw that there were several cars parked on the open ground, but they were all vans or small trucks suitable for walking on mountain roads, like Zhen Qiong, a commercial vehicle, but the only one.

"It's not time for the holiday. When around New Year's Eve, there will be all kinds of cars parked here, including luxury cars." Wen Wan'er said with a smile.

Zhen Qiong took Wen Wan'er's suitcase from the trunk and said, "Luxury car? It doesn't hurt to drive this mountain road on that chassis? Or is it that the people who go out from your village to work hard are the richest per capita?"

"Who knows? It may be for the sake of face, or it may be for telling the fathers and old folks that they mix well!" Wen Wan'er is neither interested in nor despised of those people.

Everyone has their own way of life. As long as it doesn't disturb her life, Wen Wan'er doesn't bother to say anything to those people. She is not their mother.

Plus, in this village, who doesn't know Wen Wan'er is so good? So so far, no one has dared to molest Wen Wan'er by driving himself in a luxury car.

If Wen Wan'er is anxious, I am afraid that it will not be slaughtered and buried in the mountains, and I don't know how long it will take to be discovered.

Walking along the small intestine path leading to the village, Zhen Qiong took a deep breath and said, "The air in this place is really good."

"Yeah! I feel that after staying in the city for a long time, my skin will be aging, or staying here is comfortable." Kun Yuxin echoed.

Wen Wan'er, who led the way, really didn't know how to answer this.

Because whether it is Mr. Zhen or Kun Yuxin, the skin is the best she has ever seen.

Moreover, the two of them are still the same. They have not used any skin care products at all, which is very enviable.

Although Wen Wan'er doesn't use skin care products or cosmetics, she also has her own set of maintenance methods.

Those are all good things uploaded by the ancestors, not worse than those brands.

But she couldn't do it. Like Kun Yuxin, she could wash her face with facial cleanser at most every day.

If she did the same, her entire face would look haggard.

As the so-called female is a person who pleases herself, she doesn't want to have an ugly side in front of Mr. Zhen.

When passing by a house, Kun Yuxin asked, "This house seems to be much stronger than it looks!"

"Yes. The houses here are made of special stones mined from the mountains. Not only do they stay the same for thousands of years, they can also play the role of warming in winter and cool in summer, plus the construction craftsmanship handed down from the ancestors. It won’t collapse even to strong vibrations."

After saying this, Wen Wan'er pointed to the roof again and said: "Those plants that look like thatch also come from this mountain. After more than a dozen processes, not only can it not be splashed in, but it is also difficult to burn. "

"Unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary house also has something inside!" Kun Yuxin praised.

"Why didn't you see people so much?" Zhen Qiong suddenly found out that half of them hadn't noticed them along the way.

If he didn't believe Wen Wan'er, plus he and Kun Yuxin were both gods, and the system was in the body, he would have to wonder if he had been involved in some spiritual event.

"Because many people have not yet returned, and those who stay in the village, at this time either work in the village's ancestral hall, or work in the fields, or..."

Wen Wan'er hadn't finished speaking yet, Zhen Qiong and Kun Yuxin heard the sound of fighting not far away.

"Let's go and take a look!" Wen Wan'er said with a smile.

"good."

The three followed the sound and saw two men in their 20s and 30s playing back and forth in a clearing the size of a badminton court.

Because it was muddy soil, the two of them played so dusty that they couldn't see their faces clearly.

Zhen Qiong secretly said in his heart: "Good guys, others bring their own cement to dance at the entrance of the village. You also bring your own sandstorm special effects, and you don't wear a mask. Are you afraid of sucking too much dust in your lungs?"

"This is one of the activities of the people in the village. Many people are uncomfortable if they don't learn a few hands." Wen Wan'er said with a smile.

"Um...very good. It's good to keep fit! It's...it takes more effort to wash clothes." Zhen Qiong didn't know where to start.

Judging from Wen Wan'er's words, nine out of ten people in this village should be good at martial arts, and they are not the kind of fist embroidered, but the kind that can really kill people.

For example, the two people in front of them are indeed discussing each other, but each move is full of vigor. If the two are not equal in strength, they also know how to grasp a degree, and an ordinary person would have been beaten to the ground.

"It's okay. Every household has a washing machine. It's very convenient to wash clothes." Wen Wan'er said calmly.

Perceiving that someone was watching, the two men opened the distance after punching each other.

When they turned to look over, their eyes fell on Wen Wan'er.

Zhen Qiong could clearly see that the two people who were still alive and fierce just now, after experiencing a pupil earthquake, they both clutched their chests and coughed. The older man said, "Sister Wan'er, cough cough... You came back early this year...cough cough..."

"Yeah. The company has a holiday early." Wen Wan'er said with a smile.

Seeing Wen Wan'er's smile, the two couldn't help taking a step back.

Another man answered and said, "Ahem... Then go home! Uncle Wen and the others should be anxious... Ahem... We confiscated our strength today... We will go back to retreat first... ..."

After saying this, the two of them turned around and left quickly like wind under their feet.

Upon seeing this, Wen Wan'er said flatly: "It doesn't look like an injury to run so fast!"

Although Wen Wan'er's voice is not loud, the hearing of martial arts practitioners is naturally not weak.

Therefore, as soon as Wen Wan'er's voice fell, she saw the two staggering almost at the same time, and then supporting each other as they drifted away...