"Today is Xiao Fubao's 100-day banquet, but there is something I, Song Leizi, will never complain about. Who does our town owe to today?
We’re not the mayor yet. If we weren’t the mayor, we wouldn’t know how miserable our lives would be! Don’t you think so?”
During the lively banquet.
Song Laizi's voice was bold and loud, he picked up a large bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
The surrounding villagers nodded in agreement.
No one knows better than them how poor Naomo Village used to be.
At that time, many families had been busy for a year and could barely make ends meet.
Nowadays, their town is the richest town in Luoyang County.
Every household may not say how rich they are, but at least they will no longer suffer from hunger, they will have enough to eat, and they will have warm clothes.
And all this is thanks to one person.
That person is the mayor.
"But some people, after only a few good days, have forgotten how these good days came about!"
But at this moment, Song Leizi slowly shook his head and laughed at himself.
"Brother Song, what do you mean? Why do I hear there is something wrong in your words?" A middle-aged man asked in confusion.
The surrounding guests all turned their attention to Song Leizi.
"It's not interesting, it's just that I heard something recently, saying that the reason why little Fubao got that strange disease was because the mayor did too many immoral things and was punished!!"
"Do you think it's funny?"
Song Leizi waved his hands as if telling a trivial joke.
But suddenly there was an uproar at the banquet.
"What? What kind of bastard is this? If you let me know who it is, I will break that bastard's legs!"
"Count me in, the mayor has done so many things for our village since he became the village chief. If those are all immoral things, they are for our village!"
"Go away, if you don't know how to speak, just stop saying something. What do you mean the mayor is doing immoral things to our village? What the mayor is doing is obviously a good thing!"
The men at several tables slammed the table and stood up one after another, with angry faces on their faces.
Immediately afterwards.
The banquet suddenly became a mess, but everyone was angry that the mayor was slandered.
But if you are careful, you will find that from the beginning when Song Laizi spoke, to the people behind him who were supporting and making noises, most of them were people from the Extraordinary Escort Agency.
…
Bu Fan didn't know anything about what happened at the banquet.
Because at this moment, he was looking at Song Xiaochun who was looking at ease and leisurely.
Today, Song Xiaochun's family also came to congratulate him, and Bu Fan invited Song Xiaochun's family to come to the house to see the little Fubao.
At this moment, Yang Yulan was smiling and holding little Fubao.
Little Fubao opened his eyes wide.
Although his eyes are dull and dull, his long eyelashes and delicate and cute little face make him look like a porcelain doll.
There are two little heads next to Yang Yulan.
These two little heads were astonishing, stretched out their long necks, and looked curiously at the little Fu Bao in Yang Yulan's arms. They looked just like his father with evil intentions.
Anyway, that's what Bu Fan thinks.
"Little sister, little Fu Bao looks so beautiful!!"
Jianbao raised his little head and looked at Xiao Xibao beside him. Laibao was not to be outdone, nodding his little head desperately, looking like he agreed with it.
"Of course, little Fubao is the prettiest and cutest in the world!" Little Xibao looked happy and proud, especially cute.
"Xiaochun, don't you still want to practice swordsmanship? It's getting late, so it's better to go home and practice swordsmanship! You must know that persistence is the most important thing in everything. Only through unremitting efforts can you go further in the way of swordsmanship.
!”
Bu Fan on the side said softly beside Song Xiaochun with his hands behind his back.
"It's okay, you'll be fine if you don't practice for a day, and I remember you said before that proper rest is for better progress!"
Song Xiaochun's stern face revealed a smile.
Bu Fan: "..."
Why do you feel like this bastard deserves a beating?
The women in the room who knew the reason shook their heads helplessly.
The children tilted their little heads, looking confused.
And Xiao Man sneered, "Men are just naive."
Fan Xiaolian on the side took a secret look at Xiaoman, wondering why Sister Xiaoman suddenly laughed, but Sister Xiaoman's smile was really cool.
…
the other side.
A little boy of about eight or nine years old stood by the ditch, looking at the bustling place from a distance.
This little boy is none other than Linghe River.
Ling Hebian wanted to go to Xiao Fubao's 100-day banquet, but because Patriarch Ling was afraid that his identity would be discovered by the mayor, he asked him not to attend.
"Boy Ling, I am doing this for your own good. Once my identity is discovered by the mayor, we will have to finish it!"
An old voice sounded in Linghe's mind.
Ling Hebian did not speak, but stared blankly in the direction of the mayor's house.
He didn't know whether their game would be over if Patriarch Ling's identity was discovered by the mayor, but one thing he knew was that Patriarch Ling would definitely be done with it.
In the jade pendant worn on Linghe's chest, Old Ancestor Ling also looked at the mayor's house with fear in his eyes.
"诱辱豱辘"
But at this moment, there was a sound of rolling wheels.
Ling Hebian subconsciously raised his eyes and looked up.
I saw a luxurious carriage approaching slowly.
The carriage was pulled by two handsome horses.
There were several people following the carriage.
These people were dressed in different styles, including middle-aged scholars, burly men, and beautiful women.
In front of the carriage sat two old men.
One was slovenly, with messy hair, like an old beggar. The other, whom Ling Hebian met, was Wang Changgui, who was called the old village chief by the residents of the town.
Ling Hebian thought these people were also here to attend Xiao Fubao's 100-day banquet.
After all, there have been a lot of people coming to the town these two days.
But what Ling Hebian didn't know was.
When he saw the carriage, Patriarch Ling's eyes suddenly widened.
Because these people in front of me are not ordinary people.
Not to mention that the luxurious carriage was an innate spiritual treasure, let's just say that the two horses pulling the carriage turned out to be two demon saints.
Using the Demon Saint as a mount, even he who once dominated the world of immortality has never been so bold.
You must know that the status of the Demon Saint in the Demon Clan is very important. It is not easy to make a Demon Saint surrender and willingly become a mount.
And more importantly, the seemingly ordinary people around the carriage clearly have Mahayana cultivation.
When did the Mahayana realm become so worthless?
Can you encounter so many things in the world casually?
Ancestor Ling was in disbelief.
At that time, he was an elder of a top sect in Mahayana cultivation, and he was also the ancestor of a middle-level immortal cultivation sect.
Beings like this rarely walk in the world of immortality.
And at this time.
The elders of these top sects and the ancestors of mid-level sects were guarding the carriage like bodyguards.
Did it take a hundred thousand years?
The world outside has changed dramatically.
The Mahayana period, which was once so lofty and terrifying, has now become as numerous as dogs in the world of immortality?
"Maybe Ling's choice of not leaving the village was right!!"