Chapter 1723: Heaven’s Jealousy of Talent 85
Xi Ning looked at Park Min Ho, who was ordinary in the academy, but here, he was indeed responsible for the appearance of the entire village. Maybe it's because he was in a martial arts school since he was a child, and martial arts schools require martial arts training, and the food is better, and there is meat in every meal, so Park Min Ho is the tallest in the village. Even his father is half a head away from him.
Park Min Ho walked up to him and thanked Xi Ning: "Thank you. I didn't expect you to come, and I didn't expect so many things to happen." He glanced at the more than 20 soldiers tied up next to him.
Xining responded: "These are nothing, you came back just in time."
Hu Liangming glanced at Jiang Debin: "Their commander went to find reinforcements."
Jiang Debin felt a little hot on his face. This was all his father's soldiers.
"Oh, are they the ones I met on the road?" Park Min Ho seemed to be thinking of something.
? ? ? Everyone was stunned, including the lieutenant and the second bastard.
"Where are they?" Everyone looked in the direction where Park Min Ho came.
"He knocked them all down. This guy is so awesome!" Zhang Laoliu, who had just gotten off the car, opened the side door of the tractor's rear compartment and placed a lot of bags, all brought with him this time: "Come here and help. ”
Only then did the villagers come to their senses, swarmed over and unloaded the grain flour from the cart.
"How many people?" Hu Liangming asked.
Park Min Ho thought about it for a moment: "I don't know, it's all over the place. I threw a few of them out before the car came over."
Uh, okay, those from Tunghai Academy are just that powerful.
Even if Hu Liangming was weak in martial arts in the academy, he would have no problem fighting a platoon outside.
Ying Feihu was very sorry: "I still want to fight again, but I have no chance now."
After all the grain flour was unloaded from the car, Zhang Laoliu and Xining settled the accounts: "I brought all the one hundred catties of grain flour."
"Thank you." Xining nodded.
So Zhang Laoliu went to see if there was anything he could buy. The kelp has only been hung for three days and is still not dry, so I collect some small handicrafts made from coconut shells.
Hu Liangming saw the clues: "Why are they not made of shells?" There are many shells here, you can pick them up everywhere, and they are very beautiful. Some are quite special varieties, like the one Jiang Debin gave to the boss, which is big and beautiful and rarely seen in other places.
The villager replied: "Coconuts will continue to grow, but every shell is missing. Many animals in the sea need them."
Hu Liangming was a little confused: "Shells can also grow." Shells appear when shellfish die.
Villager: "If people outside like it, they will pick up all the shells here."
Just like pearls, if people know that there are such beautiful things here, a large number of people will take advantage of them. Nature cannot stand such uncontrolled and large amounts of requests. The best way is not to sell!
If Hu Liangming feels it, if this place is not too weak, it can actually be sold hungry.
"Thank you Miss Ying, but I still have to pay for the food, otherwise I will feel bad." Park Min Ho took out the money and handed it over.
Xining didn't answer: "Those are the accommodation expenses for the few days I paid for us. I will feel sorry for living and eating for free."
Those three pearls should only last until Park Min Ho is admitted to the academy, and his future tuition fees will depend on his scholarship. Otherwise, why would he still play with an injury?
The money he is handing over now will most likely be the prize money for this competition.
Park Min Ho was moved. Knowing that he was injured, he sent a special plane to take him for treatment. He also spent money to buy food for the villagers and helped the villagers resist the troublesome soldiers. If Miss Ying hadn't been here, the safety of the villagers would have been in jeopardy, and anything could have happened. It is possible that when he returned to the village, what he saw was...
He tried hard to control his emotions, but his lips still trembled slightly: "It doesn't cost that much money for food and accommodation."
"Oh, that's right!" Xining stretched out his hand and took out one of the cards: "Then take some, you don't need so much of that food."
Three yuan per catty, a total of one hundred catties, that is three hundred yuan. He had three hundred yuan in his hand, but he only took one hundred yuan... Xining stuffed the money into his sweatpants pocket, turned around and shouted: "These are all Park Min Ho bought it and he just gave me the money.”
When the villagers heard this, they all smiled at Park Min Ho and continued to move. People here don't give thanks, they only show it with actions and expressions.
Pu's mother, who was also moving, responded: "He should buy it, that's right."
Some villagers responded: "Yes, otherwise I don't know what else would be good."
"They also helped protect us." "They are all good people."
"They are so awesome, just like the eldest son of the Pu family." "They are also good-looking. If they had tattoos on their faces and tanned their faces, they would definitely look better."
Xining...
A person who can speak common language will translate to them, but of course he only talks about the first part and not the second part. Not everyone has the same aesthetic standards as the locals.
And Park Min Ho couldn't help laughing. Fortunately, his classmates didn't understand, otherwise he wouldn't have been laughed to death.
After the food was moved down, some were distributed among each family, but most of it was still stored in one place. Originally it belonged to everyone, and when eating, everyone would take it out on their own initiative. They were separated just in case there were animals or rain, and it would get wet, among other things.
After finishing the treatment, Park Min Ho went to the pond, washed away the dust from the road, put on local clothes, and went to help fish and catch seafood.
When it was time to eat at noon, he sat down and answered questions from other people in the village who had free time. The most common question was about Donghai College.
Xining and others sat under the shade of a tree, waiting for the meal to begin.
Someone asked curiously: "I heard that you are the best, is it true?"
"Of course it's true. I didn't hear that he knocked down all the reinforcements!"
"No, there are many better than me." Park Min Ho replied.
An old man was a little unhappy: "Son of the Pu family, you have been outside for a long time, and have you learned the tempers of outsiders? You must tell the truth, good or bad."
"Huh?" Park Min Ho was confused.
A villager nearby pointed at Ying Xuewu: "That girl said that you are the most powerful, more powerful than them all!"
Better than him? That Ying Xuewu had reached the top five, and he was Zhe Zhiwei's defeated general.
Park Min Ho smiled bitterly: "They said that out of politeness."
When a child heard this, he quit. He immediately stood up and walked straight to Xining: "Brother Minhao, are you better than you?"
Park Min Ho has a headache. It's not good for a person to be too straight.
Xining pretended not to understand, and waited for the translation to come over before speaking. At this time, he also thought of a more appropriate answer: "Yes!"
"But why did he call you a liar?" The child was actually very angry. Park Min Ho was the pride of the whole village: "We said he was very powerful, so why isn't he great? If you lie, that's not good. Being great means being great." .”
Park Min Ho could only say hello apologetically: "That's just how they are, don't worry about it."
Xining smiled brightly: "Yes, he is very powerful, but he doesn't think so, so he still needs to learn and practice. Only when you know how powerful you are, you are a real master."
(End of chapter)