"This, this... The head of the family, do you want me or I to beg the village head again? If the village head doesn't agree again, I'll kneel and die at the door of their house. I don't believe the village head won't agree! "
Wang Chunhua, who was afraid that she would be beaten by her own family, hurriedly found a way to atone for her achievements.
However, it was ruthlessly rejected by Shi Rong.
"You smelly woman really don't have a long memory. The village head's words last night were obviously warning our family. If you dare to cause more trouble, stone village will no longer accommodate our family.
I warn you, Wang Chunhua, if you don't care about your mouth, I'll stop you! "
Shi Rong was so angry that he put his foot on Wang Chunhua and kicked the man on the ground for several times.
Wang Chunhua was kicked out in pain, but he didn't dare to touch Shi Rong's mildew again. He could only shrink aside with grievances and didn't dare to speak again.
As a son, Shi Dacai looked on coldly, without the slightest intention of loving his mother.
The indifference of looking on coldly reminds people of the word "white eyed wolf".
Just as Shi Rong and his son slammed the door and left home as usual, a luxurious carriage quickly stopped at their door.
The driver was Zhu Qinghui, Shi Rong's son-in-law.
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In less than half an hour, the villagers carried 120 loads of stones in bamboo baskets to one of the sand fields and placed them neatly.
After counting the quantity again and making sure there was nothing wrong, the village head quickly came to Lu Zijia, "Sir, 120 loads of stones are ready."
Lu Zijia took back his sight of the terrain of the field and nodded to the village head, "go up there and don't let anyone disturb me."
What Lu Zijia said above is the road surface of Shanghui village in Shatin.
Hearing the speech, the village head quickly waved his hand and asked the villagers to go back.
After the villagers left the field, Lu Zijia waved his hand, and some stones of different sizes in one hundred loads of bamboo baskets suddenly hung up in the air. With Lu Zijia's flying tricks, they quickly flew to all directions.
The fields of 262 families in Shitou village add up to 2096 mu. Minus the 12 mu of land of the Shirong family, it is 2084 mu.
In order to spread the aura evenly, Lu Zijia adopted the formation of Jiugong grid to arrange the array.
Of course, when the formation passed Shi Rong's field, it was deliberately separated.
Cough, well, don't offend women. It's quite reasonable.
The curious and expectant villagers stood on the road and watched as Lu Zijia waved his hand to make the stones in a hundred loads of bamboo baskets hang up in the air.
Although they can also make the stones hang in the air, they are just a few pieces of more than a dozen pieces of gravel.
There are hundreds of stones at once, not to mention those in the Qi training period. Even the village head, the strongest foundation builder in the stone village, may not be able to do it.
In this way, people realized that Lu Zijia's cultivation must be above their village head.
As for more, they don't know.
Because of the village head's advance advice, the people were amazed, but their mouths were tightly closed.
Some people who are afraid that they will not be able to control their voice tightly cover their mouth. They are afraid that they will make a voice accidentally and disturb Lu Zijia who is arranging the array.