"Later, the hermit asked me what I wanted, and I begged him to draw me a picture! Because I knew that with this painting, our Qilin tribe would be able to surpass other demon tribes."
Fire Qilin’s little face smiles very cutely.
Huo Qilin's more than ten brothers were stunned.
They couldn't believe that the little girl who had always been lawless would work as a maid doing laundry and cooking.
"Thank you for your hard work for this unicorn picture."
Scarlet Flame Demon Saint sighed and reached out to touch Huo Qilin's little head. After several years of not seeing each other, this naughty girl had become more sensible.
“It’s not hard work!”
Fire Qilin shook his little head.
But how could the Scarlet Flame Demon Saint believe it?
now.
A pitiable little girl appeared in his mind, who succumbed to being a hermit's little maid for the sake of their Qilin clan.
"It's your chance to meet that hermit!"
Fire Qilin nodded his little head.
She thought so too.
If she hadn't met Bu Fan, she wouldn't have known that being an ordinary person in the world could be so fun.
"Dad, what should I do with this painting?"
"My daughter got this, how can I give it to outsiders so cheaply?"
The Crimson Flame Demon Saint's eyes flashed, and he made a decision in his mind.
"Um, father, can you lend us that painting to look at?" More than a dozen of Huo Qilin's brothers looked at the Scarlet Flame Demon Saint expectantly.
"Go away! This is the treasure your sister sacrificed herself to get back. If you want to see it, ask your sister!"
The Red Flame Demon Saint hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
Sure enough, it would be better to have a daughter.
Although he is usually naughty, he is reliable at critical times.
…
at the same time.
The rice field and fish farming in Nao'ao Village ushered in the first bumper harvest.
Every villager's face was filled with joy. Adults and children all went out to catch fish in the rice fields.
[The Red Flame Demon Saint has a good impression of you, and the current favorability value is 90]
Bu Fan, the old village chief Wang Changgui, and a group of clan leaders stood beside the rice fields, looking at the young people catching fish in the fields, when a reminder suddenly sounded in their minds.
Bu Fan was slightly startled.
Does Red Flame Demon Saint have a crush on him?
Could it be...
An idea came to my mind and I quickly checked my friends’ messages.
[Red Flame Demon Saint: The Demon Saint of the Qilin clan, because he learned your identity from your friend Huo Qilin, he is in awe of you.]
identity?
Bu Fan twitched the corners of his mouth.
There is only one possibility to make the demon saint of the dignified demon tribe stand in awe.
That was when Huo Qilin told the Scarlet Flame Demon Saint that he was an expert hermit.
You must know that Huo Qilin has always regarded him as a hermit master living in seclusion in the village.
so close.
Now with his strength, even if the Scarlet Flame Demon Saint really comes to visit, he has nothing to fear.
…
"Master, look I caught a big fish!"
But at this moment, in the rice field, little Lu Ren smiled happily, holding a big fat fish tightly in his little hands and raising it high.
This big fish is bigger than his little head.
Snap!
The big fish suddenly threw its tail at little Lu Ren's face.
As soon as Xiao Luren let go of his hand, the big fish made a "pop" sound, fell into the water from his hand, and disappeared in a flash.
"It's so abominable, don't run away if you have the guts, or I won't stew you!"
Little Luren's face turned into the look of a little cat, and he rushed towards the fish angrily.
Bu Fan came back to his senses and couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.
"The village chief is still awesome. Ever since you became the village chief, life in the village has been getting better and better day by day!" Clan Chief Zhou couldn't help but praise.
"yes!"
The clan leaders nodded in agreement.
In the past, they, the clan leaders, naturally knew what was going on in Nomo Village. They could only say that most of the people in the village were barely able to survive.
But since Bu Fan became the village chief, the village has been getting better day by day.
There are fewer and fewer neighborhood disputes and family conflicts.
The scoundrels in the village have also restrained themselves.
The rice fields have a bumper harvest every year.
They also built private schools and workshops.
Now, we even have a rice field to raise fish.
As long as these fish are sold, every household can have a prosperous year this year.
But who would have thought that the reason why they chose Bu Fan as the village chief was just to retain the only man in the village.
Perhaps, this is just unintentional planting of willows and willows.
The clan leaders were filled with emotion.
"Xiao Fan, many people in the village have raised a lot of fish this year, can they all be sold out?"
Wang Changgui on the side thought of something and suddenly looked at him worriedly.
"Old village chief, don't worry, Mingzhu has already found a good store, so you're not afraid that these fish won't be sold!"
Bu Fan smiled and said: "At that time, Uncle Leizi will gather some people from the village to transport the fish out!"
"That's good! You still have a way!"
Wang Changgui felt relieved.
Anyone who sees such a harvest scene can't help but be excited.
But I'm afraid that when the fish can't be sold, the excitement will be shattered.
"There is no way I can do this. It was all Mingzhu's idea!" Bu Fan shook his head. It was not his fault and he would not rob it.
"Well, this kid Mingzhu is not bad either!"
Wang Changgui stroked his beard and looked at him with a smile on his face.
Bu Fan shrugged and didn't explain anything.
………
"Village chief, village chief!"
But at this moment, a voice came from far away.
Bu Fan looked back and saw Song Leizi and the two of them walking slowly.
He knew these two people.
It was none other than Fang Cheng, the magistrate of Luoyang County, who had met him once, and Zhao Long, the head catcher.
Wang Changgui and the clan leaders also noticed the two people next to Song Leizi.
Originally they thought the two men were wealthy businessmen from the town who came to the village to buy fish.
But after hearing Bu Fan's introduction, Wang Changgui and the clan leaders were shocked, but what shocked them even more was Fang Cheng's respect for Bu Fan.
"I've seen you sir, late-born Fang Cheng is here to bother you again!" Fang Cheng said respectfully.
"You're welcome, you're welcome!" Bu Fan said modestly.
Wang Changgui and others looked at each other.
They all know that Fangzhi County attaches great importance to Bu Fan.
Otherwise, I would not have visited him in person for the first time, and sent someone to congratulate him with gifts after the second expansion of the private school was completed.
But they never expected that Magistrate Fang would claim to be a late student.
"How many are there?"
Fang Cheng noticed Wang Changgui and others.
"Caomin Wang Changgui has met the county magistrate!"
Wang Changgui and all the clan leaders looked frightened, and they all bent down to salute.
"You don't need to make such a big gift!"
Fang Cheng hurriedly helped him and said with a pleasant look.
Although Fang Cheng gave people a very humble impression, Wang Changgui and the other clan leaders were extremely nervous.
Can you not be nervous?
The person in front of them was the county magistrate of Luoyang County.
But Song Leizi seemed very relaxed.
After all, he had met Fang Cheng twice, and he was very nervous.
…
"What are you doing?"
When Fang Cheng came over, he saw many villagers catching fish in the rice fields, and he became more and more confused.
"County Master, didn't you see that we are catching fish?" Song Leizi replied.
Fang Cheng is speechless.
He wasn't blind, so how could he not see that he was catching fish?
But the question is when did the rice fields have so many fish?