Bu Fan picked up the ancient book left by Song Xiaochun and was about to read it, when a reminder suddenly sounded in his mind.
[Jiu Sword Immortal Training Manual: It records the life experiences and gains of a generation of Sword Immortals, which is of great help to those who practice swordsmanship]
I casually flipped through a few pages, and the contents were very detailed. It seemed that this Jiujianxian was quite a decent person.
It's just that this kind of training manual may be of great help to others, but for him, it is actually of no use at all.
After all, if you can obviously improve your cultivation by upgrading, why bother to practice?
However, as the saying goes, many skills do not overwhelm the body. This Sword Immortal Training Manual is of no use to him, but it can be left to Xiao Luren or Xiao Huai for future use.
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Early the next morning, Bu Fan and Xiao Lu Ren had breakfast and then rode their little white donkeys back to the village for a stroll.
The men in the village carried hoes and went to the fields talking and laughing, while the women carried buckets to the river to wash clothes. Everything seemed so peaceful and comfortable.
However, there will always be some out-of-time people.
"Village chief, why did you come to the village?"
Watching a group of men with bare arms running towards him.
Especially the somewhat wretched-looking man running at the front.
Bu Fan helplessly held his forehead.
"You haven't said hello to the village chief yet!"
Coming closer, Song Leizi immediately looked at the brothers with a straight face and shouted.
"Hello, village chief!"
For a moment, a uniform shout spread throughout the village.
"Not so polite!"
Bu Fan coughed dryly. Although he felt quite ashamed, he still had to speak steadily.
"Don't you have to go to work?"
Now Song Leizi and his brothers are helping Zhou Mingzhu build the so-called school district housing.
Those school district houses were built in the southeast corner of the village, not far from the private schools, and most of them are now half completed.
"It's not time yet, let's warm up first! Village chief, look at whether my arms are thick or not!"
Song Lezi bent his elbows and bulged his strong muscles.
The brothers behind him also posed one by one, showing off their biceps, like a group of exhibitionists.
Bu Fan had the thought that I didn't know these people.
"You are quite energetic!" Bu Fan's mouth twitched a few times, "Then you are busy with your work, I have to go back to the private school!"
"No problem, village chief, let's go slowly!" Song Leizi waved his hand.
"Village chief, go slow!" Song Leizi and all his brothers shouted in unison.
Bu Fan shivered.
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Return to private school.
There is a busy scene inside. Although the private school has not started yet, the children in the private school are busy preparing for the exam questions in two days.
After some understanding, the private school enrollment is nearing completion.
Looking at the young people with high morale, Bu Fan felt a little emotional.
Compared with these children, he is a bit of a loser.
After that, he went to talk to Master Wu for a while, and then left little Lu Ren in the private school. He rode a little white donkey alone to receive tasks in the village.
Nowadays, tasks are not as easy to obtain as before.
After all, for a village head and a private school teacher, the villagers are reluctant to let him carry firewood and water, even though he doesn't care.
After wandering around for a long time, I received a mission to treat illnesses and save lives.
The task is that Grandma Song in the village has been weak recently. Bu Fan takes the pulse of Grandma Song and knows that Grandma Song is now exhausted and is afraid that her time is running out.
Although he is now a monk at the stage of becoming a god, and in the eyes of mortals, he is an immortal who can turn clouds and rain upside down, he is powerless to deal with birth, old age, illness and death.
"Village Chief, am I going to die?"
Grandma Song was lying on the bed, smiling very kindly.
"How could it be possible? Grandma Song is in very good health!" Bu Fan comforted her.
"Don't comfort me either. Grandma knows her health well. Now the family is entrusted with the blessing of you, the village chief.
Life is getting better day by day, and I can rest assured that my grandchildren are studying with you, the village chief!" Grandma Song smiled kindly.
"You think too highly of me. This is not a blessing from me, it is all due to the hard work and hard work of the villagers!" Bu Fan shook his head.
"Grandma is not blind. In the past, all the villagers were busy all day long, but they were not poor in the end. But after you became the village chief,
The village has a bumper harvest every year, roads have been paved, and private schools have been built. Every household has new clothes to wear in the New Year and meat to eat. If I don't call you a lucky village chief, who will?" Grandma Song said with a smile.
Bu Fan felt a little embarrassed when he was told this.
In fact, he didn't think anything about the villagers privately calling him the head of Fuxing Village.
Just saying it in front of him made him blush a little.
"Grandma Song, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"Wish? There is nothing in grandma's life that she is not satisfied with."
Grandma Song was half lying on the bed, looking out the window, "The only thing that makes Grandma regretful is that your Grandpa Song didn't see that the family has gotten better now!"
"You don't know, your Grandpa Song is old-fashioned and not very good at talking. Grandma remembers,
When I looked at your Grandpa Song, your Grandpa Song blushed as red as a red bean cake and stammered when he spoke!"
Grandma Song remembered what happened in the past and couldn't help but laugh.
"Later, grandma married your Grandpa Song. Because grandma was young at that time, she would always lose her temper with your Grandpa Song when nothing happened, and your Grandpa Song would not reply, which made grandma feel very guilty afterwards.
However, your Grandpa Song has one bad thing, that is, he can’t lose face. Once, your Grandpa Song made grandma angry.
He has a very tough mouth and won't apologize, but your Grandpa Song will always find ways to be nice to grandma and make grandma happy!"
Bu Fan did not feel impatient, but listened carefully to what Grandma Song said.
Although Grandma Song's mouth was full of blame, her wrinkled face was full of happiness.
"Grandma, I have never lived a wealthy life in this life, and I have worked hard all my life, but grandma feels quite satisfied. From now on, my grandchildren will be entrusted to you, the village chief, to take care of them."
Grandma Song looked at him with a kind face.
"Yes, I will!"
Bu Fan nodded.
Grandma Song smiled very genuinely.
Due to her age, Grandma Song soon became sleepy. Bu Fan came out of the house, and Grandma Song's sons and daughters-in-law immediately gathered around her.
"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with Grandma Song, she's just older, so you should take more care of her!!"
"I will, I will, thank you so much, village chief!"
Grandma Song’s sons and daughters-in-law expressed their gratitude.
after.
Bu Fan gave Grandma Song a prescription to replenish her vitality.
Before leaving, he said something in Uncle Song's ear.
When Uncle Song heard this, his face suddenly changed, his eyes were full of shock, and then his eyes turned red.
"Village Chief, don't worry, I will...I will..."
Uncle Song's nose felt sour, and the dignified seven-foot-tall man couldn't help but shed tears at this moment.
Even though I wiped it hard with my hands, the tears still couldn't stop flowing out.
perhaps.
He somewhat understood why Grandma Song felt satisfied even though she had worked hard all her life.