"I know what you mean." Lin Mumu endured disappointment, "Then what can I do for Green Mountain?"
Liu Baihua looked at her and said, "Leave a legacy for Green Mountain."
Lin Mumu once again couldn't believe her ears. Instead of letting herself die, she wanted to leave a legacy? What did it mean? Could it be that she was being asked to take the position of head?
What about his apprentice?
Lin Mumu had a guess in her mind that the master and apprentice wanted to die on their own, but they couldn't bear the sect's inheritance to be cut off, so they chose her before the crisis came.
I didn't expect that I would hear such news and have such an adventure when I came to that dish happily.
Lin Mumu promised: "Thanks to Mr. Liu's respect, I will do my best to leave a legacy for Green Mountain."
"Still calling me sir?" Liu Baihua said, "It's time to call me master."
Lin Mumu adjusted her mentality, got out of the car, turned to Liu Baihua, bowed towards him, and called him master.
At this moment, her fate seems to be connected with the green mountain.
Liu Baihua said: "If you have time now, I will take you to Green Mountain to see it."
"I have time now." Lin Mumu got in the car, started the car, and drove towards the Green Mountain.
Who among their group of practitioners doesn’t know Green Mountain?
It’s a tourist attraction.
The headquarters association organizes travel every year, taking young practitioners to study in the mountains for free.
It was said to be a study, but the cultivator who led the team didn't have much respect for Qingcui Mountain, and he also had a lot of ridicule towards the head of Qingcui Mountain who was unconscious at the time.
As a result, the new generation of practitioners mostly regard Green Mountain as a joke.
It was only later that Lin Mumu gradually came into contact with cultivators such as Lao Fang that she truly understood the status of Qingcui Mountain among cultivators.
The car is parked in the parking lot at the foot of the mountain.
In the entire parking lot, in addition to Lin Mumu's car, there were three small trucks.
Noticing her gaze, Liu Baihua explained directly: "It's the car of the decorator on the mountain. The man I called is not very agile, and it hasn't been decorated yet."
What Liu Baihua said was not objective. The top of the mountain was dented by Lin Qian, and Lao Fang spent a lot of time and money just leveling the foundation.
The two of them walked up the steps.
During this period, Liu Baihua briefly introduced the situation of the division.
As he spoke, Lin Mumu took note of it carefully.
Pushing open the mountain gate, Liu Baihua led her towards the only completed building.
The door of the small building was locked, and the key was on Liu Baihua's body. After unlocking it, he took off one of his keys and gave it to Lin Mumu, "I'll leave this key to you.
It contains all the techniques, cultivation tips, and some anecdotes that the master has collected over the years. These things are more precious than any gold and silver treasures."
Liu Baihua walked to the bookshelf and pulled out the thinnest book among them. "What is recorded here are the techniques of Shen Xingjue. You can take them back and study them carefully. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
Among the cultivators, the most powerful cultivators, with Liu Baihua as the core, have begun comprehensive preparations to deal with the upcoming big hole.
That mysterious hole has simply destroyed the normal lives of core practitioners.
But after withdrawing from the cultivators, looking at the lives of ordinary people, they are still as peaceful as before.
The village chief of Xialing Village finished his lunch and opened a cigarette as usual.
Smoke rings rose from his mouth, floated to his eyes and spread out. He was smoking and thinking about things, with his unfinished job in front of him.
Her wife is sitting on a small bench by the door peeling garlic, which is used for barbecues by the river. She can make thirty yuan a day processing these ingredients.
As she got older, she had been working at home and had no income. Now she can earn thirty yuan a day without affecting her family work. She is quite satisfied.
"Stop smoking. Just put away your job when you're done eating. Don't wait for me to do anything."
The village chief looked down on her work, "Do you still want me to wash the pots and dishes? Are you going back after Yueyue?"
"I'm not doing my job, why can't you stretch out your hand?"
"What kind of job do you have?" The village chief exhaled a puff of cigarette, "I can smoke less than two packs a day."
"Then why can't you smoke two packs less?"
The village chief glanced at the cigarette held between his fingers and said, "My son-in-law bought it. Doesn't it have long hair?"
The village elder's wife scolded him, "If you don't want to do things, you talk a lot of nonsense."
The village chief was impatient: "Don't talk all day long, I'm thinking about something!"
"What are you thinking about?" The village elder's wife said it again but she still felt it was not enough. "What can you think about?"
"If you don't understand what's going on in the village, don't talk about it."
The village elder's wife slowed down in peeling garlic, "What's going on in the village? Hey, whose family is having a quarrel again?"
"Hey, tell me what you can think of?" The village chief crossed his legs and leaned his back against the wall, "I'm thinking, our village has developed this year, leaving Jianguo and Lao Yijia to grow vegetables.
Not to mention, there are several people who have recently followed Xi Zong and others to learn how to grow mushrooms.
In the future, there will only be more and more families like this in our village.
Is it possible to form some kind of alliance, just call it the Xialing Village Agricultural Products Federation?"
The village elder's wife couldn't understand these words, but the daughter who came down from upstairs heard that the doorway was coming, and she ran to the village elder excitedly, "Dad, you have a good idea!
You set up a federation, and then you serve as the president and let these farmers pay money on time every month..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The village chief rolled his eyes at her, "You have no clue."
"Hey, why am I talking nonsense? You haven't seen it outside. It's like this outside."
The village chief said: "I want to build a brand in the village and let the farmers guarantee the quality."
"The words are so nice, but the final purpose is not to collect money, and there is no one else at home, so why are they so high-sounding?"
The village chief looked angry at her and said, "Don't be so careless if you don't understand. Just put away the dishes and chopsticks."
The village chief heard about the ‘agricultural product cooperatives’ and ‘village brands’ from Professor Meng. Since successful village enterprises outside are doing this, their village can also follow suit.
He didn't have anyone to discuss with at home, so he just went out for a walk.
No, as soon as he left, he walked near Lin Xiao's house. He looked from a distance and found that the door was open, and he made up his mind.
"Is Jianguo at home?" The village chief came to the door and shouted.
Father Lin, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, poked his head out and said, "Village Chief, I'm at home. Come in and sit down."
"Wait a minute, I'll wash my hands and go over there." Father Lin finished washing his hands and washed a cup.
When he arrived at the front living room, the village chief was already chatting with Lin Qian.
Look at the things in front of the village chief: soda and beef jerky.
I really admire the village chief. Can his teeth be used to eat or something?
Lin Qian was still there asking: "Is the spicy flavor better, or the original flavor?"
The village chief had a hard time chewing, "Let's go with the original flavor. It's so spicy that it makes your stomach uncomfortable."