It's mid-April in the blink of an eye.

The Chen family's life has improved visibly.

Chen Sheng can eat three dishes every meal.

Qing Niang put on the hairpin she brought from her parents' home again.

Even when Aunt Jiu stopped him again, she gave him eggs and persimmon cakes instead of steamed cakes.

But Chen Sheng always felt a little uncomfortable and even gave up the killing fist that he practiced diligently every day.

There is no other reason.

The upper limit of luck points on his system panel has remained silent!

According to his previous understanding of his own mentally retarded system, the identity column on the system panel should include factors such as money, power, status, etc.

So he worked hard to plan the layout and racked his brains to make suggestions.

The picture is a hard work, double happiness!

Unexpectedly, after so long, the system's upper limit of luck points only increased by 10 points on the day he broke through the Bone Forging Realm!

The situation of the Chen family has obviously improved a lot!

No matter what, you should give me a symbolic increase of one hundred and eighty points, right?

The indifference of the system panel made Chen Sheng always feel that he wanted to do something wrong.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to understand.

If he can't figure it out, he can't eat well and can't sleep well!

"etc……"

Chen Sheng, who had been thinking intensively under the pear tree for half an hour, suddenly thought of something and rubbed his hands on his scalp: "Is the problem with the word 'only son'?"

He frowned: "I am only the heir of the Chen family, not the real helmsman of the Chen family, so what I get is a fixed value blessing of the Chen family's luck, which cannot fluctuate with the growth or weakening of the Chen family's comprehensive strength.

?”

"But that doesn't make sense, does it?"

He rubbed the top of his head vigorously again, "Luck is not immutable. Shouldn't it be that the stronger you are, the more lucky you are, and the weaker you are, the lower your luck? Otherwise, why would someone be unlucky enough to drink cold water?

As for Du Saiya... Even if I am just the heir of the Chen family and not the real helmsman, my luck should rise along with the overall luck of the Chen family!"

"No, no!"

"It's not because of the Chen family's only son!"

"Is it possible that the Chen family's luck has a fluctuation range, and my car luck point is a part of the middle value of the Chen family's luck? The Chen family's current situation is much better, but it is still worse than at its peak.

Far away..."

"That's not right. I just mentioned it. Shouldn't things like luck be immutable?"

"Then what's the problem?"

Chen Sheng rubbed the top of his head vigorously, which meant that he had no dandruff, otherwise snowflakes would have been flying.

"Snapped."

A hand hit him on the hand that was rubbing his scalp. Chen Sheng looked up blankly and saw Zhao Qing standing next to him, looking at him slightly angrily: "Good hair, you can pull it out."

What are you doing? Look, what is it like?"

It was April, the weather had warmed up, and she wore a plain light gauze dress today.

The color of the gauze is not good-looking, probably because the price of good-looking cloth is five to ten times that of bad-looking cloth of the same quality. Zhao Qing is reluctant to spend that wasted money, so all the fabrics he buys are this kind of silly-looking ones.

The bulky brown, tooth-colored, maroon and other colors of cloth are often dyed and defective.

But no matter how ugly the color is, it can't hold back the brilliant light of Zhao Qingzheng's twenty-year career.

Chen Sheng raised his face, against the light, and looked at her beautiful face with a bit of baby fat, and he felt like he was electrocuted: "Sister, you are so beautiful!"

Zhao Qing's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she patted his shoulder lightly with some annoyance: "To put it mildly, I can't let you ruin your hair!"

After the beating, she rubbed his shoulders with some distress, and said softly: "Da Lang, the saint said that the hair and skin of the body are inherited from the parents, so you don't dare to damage it... No matter how upset you are, you can't pull your hair out.

"

"Um, um, um."

Chen Sheng felt dizzy when she heard such a cliché saying. He nodded perfunctorily and tried to divert her attention: "Hey, eldest sister, you are wearing this hairpin again today. It's so beautiful."

Hearing this, Zhao Qing couldn't help but touch the hairpin on his bun. He suddenly smiled and stretched out his hands to gently caress Chen Sheng's cheek: "My eldest man is still capable. My eldest sister originally thought that I couldn't keep this hairpin...

…”

Chen Sheng held her hand in distress.

He could understand her thoughts at that time. The backbone of the family was not there at that time. Not only was he young and sick, but the family almost ran out of money to buy food, so they used other valuable items in the house to exchange for hairpins.

So what? Sooner or later, I won’t have to go out as a pianist?

She never wore this hairpin for a long time after she redeemed it. She probably felt that it was no longer hers... Until he started a chain of food stalls and his family's life got better. She

Only then did I finally feel that I had kept this hairpin.

"Um?"

Chen Sheng suddenly thought of something.

Not your own thing?

Damn it!

Is that so?

He jumped up suddenly, excitedly threw himself on Zhao Qing, hugged her face, kissed her on the cheek, and shouted excitedly: "Sister, you are really a genius!"

After saying that, he let go of Zhao Qing and rushed toward Ma Gai, shouting as he rushed: "Stone, stone..."

Zhao Qing was left stunned on the spot, his face as red as the red lantern hanging outside the door on New Year's Eve.

…

An hour later.

Chen Hu personally carried a bag as big as a basin and walked into the Chen family hall. When he entered, he complained: "A few days ago, you said you wanted to do an accounting, but you said you were not in a hurry. Now you are asking for money like crazy, little brat.

Are you fooling around with me?"

Chen Shengcai didn't bother to care about the old man's grinding of teeth and asked directly: "Don't worry about it, the money is useful...how much profit will it make?"

Zhao Qing's words reminded him before.

He himself knows that for every ten coppers earned by the Chen family's food stall, he gets three of them.

But in fact, none of the money on the books of the Chen family's stalls belongs to him before it is distributed.

Of course, this is actually just an ownership assignment program that takes off your pants and farts.

But he felt that his own mentally retarded system must be affected by this allocation procedure.

Chen Hu directly put the jingling baggage in his hand at Chen Sheng's feet, found a place to sit down, and said: "The earliest stalls here in Beicheng have been open for one month, and the latest ones have been open for eight days.

, as of yesterday, the book profit was one hundred and eighty-seven taels and sixty-six yuan, and you get 30% of it, which equals fifty-six taels and thirty yuan."

"The stall in the DC area has made a book profit of sixty-nine taels and thirty yuan from the earliest ten days it was open to the latest one day until yesterday. Your share is worth twenty-two or eighty yuan."

"Total seventy-seven twenty cents."

"It's not enough to pay for Wu Shitou's soup and medicine!"

When he said the last sentence, he couldn't help but become yin and yang.

Chen Sheng frowned when he heard this.

Yes, this amount of income is not enough to cover one third of the expenses!

It’s not just Wu Shitou’s soup and medicine expenses.

Includes cost of all food stalls.

They were all taken out from the Chen family.

but……

"Those expenses belong to the Chen family."

"And this money belongs to me alone."

"This shouldn't be generalized, right?"

Chen Sheng comforted himself with a double mark in one hand, then called up the system panel, stared at the luck point bonus in the identity column, and tried to raise a hand.

Then, under his unblinking gaze, a red number "-10" popped up after the words "Luck Points + 250" behind the identity column, and then changed to "Luck Points + 240".

"Grass!"

Chen Sheng finally couldn't help but burst out. He had ten thousand MMP words in his mind and didn't know who to tell them!

This retarded system actually takes into account previous expenses!

But most of the previous expenses were in preparation for the chain of food stalls.

Therefore, the mentally retarded system defaults to the fact that this is an investment behavior and does not deduct his luck point bonus in real time.

Now he took the initiative to settle the account himself.

This is equivalent to making the mentally retarded system acquiesce in the end of this stage of operations.

What the heck, one time and two times, it was a total loss for him.

Add 10 points to me for the front foot.

Now deduct 10 points for me.

Do you think I am more suitable for the mentally retarded system than 250?

Chen Sheng was so worried that he didn't know who to complain to. He lay speechless on the chair, like a salted fish that just wanted to turn over but couldn't stop sticking to the pot.

"What?"

Chen Hu secretly observed Chen Sheng's face and asked casually: "What trouble have you encountered? As soon as I entered the door, I heard Qingniang say, you kid, you even threw away the killing fist that you have been practicing for many days?"

"Um?"

Chen Sheng cheered up: "How did you know that my child was practicing the killing fist?"

He had kept this matter secret from Chen Hu, fearing that his martial arts practice would be too fast, which would trigger a series of "horrifying" exclamations, and eventually spread the word, attracting a lot of random hostility.

Don't ask him how he came up with this. He was young and he also knows Xiao Yan's story.

When Chen Hu heard this, he showed a funny expression: "The energy and blood in your body fluctuate like the lights at night. How do you think I know that?"

Chen Sheng:……

The scene of social death!

However, he was an old man who had trained his face to be a shield. He immediately pretended that nothing happened and counterattacked disdainfully: "Haha, my child has become a bone in half a month. I guess you have been practicing martial arts for half your life and have never seen a genius like this child."

?”

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the expression on Chen Hu's face became more and more funny. His eyes were full of pity, as if he was looking at a big mountain cannon who had never seen the world: "Dalang, did the second uncle tell me?"

Do you think this martial arts is a quick way to fight in the army?"

His tone suddenly became very kind.

Chen Sheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "You said it!"

Chen Hu's tone became more and more kind: "Then do you think that the army is about to fight, how much time will the new recruits have to practice this martial arts after joining the army?"

Chen Sheng immediately thought of something, his heart thumped, and he asked cautiously: "How long, how long?"

Chen Hu raised his index finger.

Chen Sheng thought for a while and asked tentatively: "A month?"

Chen Hu shook his head.

Chen Sheng: "A week...no, a day?"

Chen Hu shook his head again and spat out two words with as much care as gold: "One night!"

Chen Sheng:……

hehe!

Hahaha!

Fake!

all fake!

It's all fake!

I got help from the system!

And be diligent and keep practicing!

How could it be inferior to a group of new recruits who have never practiced martial arts!

Fake!

It's all fake!
Chapter completed!