He Xiaoyu's mother burst into tears, reluctant to let her go.
He Mingtang was also very sad. He raised his daughter with all his efforts and raised her so well. He really couldn't bear to let her go.
He Xiaoyu also cried and hugged her mother, refusing to get on the fishing boat.
The village leader coughed. "Cough, cough! Xiaoyu! After all, going to the town is not the same as going to the city. You will come back every year. "
He Mingtang said, "Go! Remember that you are my daughter, He Mingtang. You have an exotic spiritual beast. Even in the town, you are the best. "
He Xiaoyu said, "Dad, I will study hard and strive to become a great fishing master as soon as possible."
At this time, Han Fei stepped forward. "Well, He Xiaoyu, I heard that people in the town have a very high starting point and are very strong. I guess you will practice other arts while practicing rod techniques … Here, this knife was left to me by Tang Ge. You can keep it with you. If someone bullies you, you can cut him."
He Mingtang glared at Han Fei. Is my daughter the kind of person who will cut people casually?
"Huh? This knife … "
The village leader's eyes lit up. He immediately took the knife and looked at it. Then he drew out the Blade Fish dagger from He Mingtang's body. The two knives collided, and the Blade Fish dagger was instantly broken into two pieces.
Everyone's eyes lit up. The village leader said in surprise, "Is this an ordinary weapon? And it is at least a mid-quality or high-quality ordinary weapon. "
He Xiaoyu also widened her eyes. Ordinary weapons? She had only heard of them but never used them.
Han Fei scratched his head and said, "It's nothing. It's just a knife! Knives are used to cut people. I don't cut people. This knife is not suitable for me. "
Everyone chuckled. You don't cut people? You stabbed the young master of the Tigers to death. Yes, you don't cut people, but you stab people.
He Xiaoyu took the knife in delight. Feeling the coldness of the blade, she couldn't help asking, "What's the name of this knife?"
Han Fei said, "A knife is a knife. What name can it have? You can name it yourself."
He Xiaoyu snorted and couldn't bear to part with the knife. "This knife is black and white and the blade is cold. Why don't we call it the Black and White Knife?"
Everyone: "…"
On the same boat, Wang Baiyu rolled his eyes. What's the difference between having a name and not having one?
"As long as you like it. It's up to you."
He Xiaoyu said, "Thank you, Han Fei. I'll take care of you when I return from the town."
"You may not believe it, but I can kill an Iron-Head Fish with a single punch. Do I need your protection?"
He Xiaoyu said, "Just brag!"
The village leader interrupted them. "Okay, it's almost time. Han Fei, are you really not coming with us?"
"No, Grandpa Leader, there are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with."
The village chief really wanted to kick this brat's body. You speak as if you are the village chief, and there are so many things waiting for you to handle. Who are you?
The fishing boat took off, and everyone waved their hands.
It was not until the fishing boat disappeared in the clouds that He Mingtang said, "Han Fei, that knife …"
"Mr. He, it's just a knife. Tang Ge left more than one for me!"
He Mingtang: "…"
Of course, this knife was not left for him by Tang Ge, but Han Fei forged it with Li Lang's Iron Tree Rod and the nearly fifty Blade Fish daggers he got from the Fishing Trial. Its quality was not just mortal-level mid-quality, but mortal-level ultra-quality.
…
In the plantation.
Han Fei walked in with barbecue and liquor.
Han Fei said, "Grandpa, I'm back."
The old man raised his eyelids. "Brat, you still remember to come back? If you didn't come back, this land would have been deserted."
Han Fei was speechless. "Didn't you throw some spiritual energy into the land?"
The old man said disdainfully, "Old people should enjoy life. Don't farm? Isn't farming tiring?"
Han Fei was dumbfounded. Do you think I'm not tired? I'm exhausted to death these past few days.
Han Fei threw the liquor on the table, walked into the field, and sat on the ground. Where was the progress last time? He seemed to be instilling spiritual energy into the ground on a large scale.
Han Fei had already started experimenting and was throwing spiritual energy into the ground.
The old man grabbed a garlic prawn and ate it while deep in thought. Did this kid kill a group of elites of the Tigers alone on a fishing boat?
"Huh? This kid is at the peak of … Level Nine? "
The corners of the old man's mouth trembled. Are all young people nowadays so abnormal? There was no shortage of 12-year-old level-nine fishers in the town. There were even 12-year-old fishing masters, but there was no 12-year-old boy in the town who could kill a fishing master as a level-nine fisher.
…
One month later.
Han Fei and Old Jiang were standing in front of a large tank covered with thick fish skin.
The old man asked, "Are you sure you succeeded?"
Han Fei replied, "Yes, but if I succeed, I'll have to expose it to the sun for a while after opening the tank."
The old man asked, "Are you sure it's called vinegar? Is vinegar delicious?"
Han Fei replied, "Of course it's not delicious when eaten alone, but how many kinds of spiritual fruits in this garden are delicious when eaten alone?"
The old man nodded. In terms of cooking, Han Fei seemed to have a natural talent, so the old man had no right to comment on it.
Han Fei took out a Blade Fish dagger and poked a hole in the fish skin, and suddenly a sour smell drifted out of the tank.
The old man said in disgust, "It smells really bad."
Han Fei said, "Things that smell bad are usually the most delicious."
The old man said, "Then try this semi-finished product first. Maybe it will be half as delicious."
Han Fei asked, "Let's try it?"
"Let's try it."
…
Since Han Fei lived in the plantation, Jiang Qin had taken turns to rest. At this moment, when she came back from outside, she saw the old man and the young man surrounding a large tank.
Jiang Qin asked, "What are you doing?"
Han Fei and the old man replied, "It's a secret!"
Jiang Qin laughed. "Haha!"
Since Han Fei learned how to spread spiritual energy in the land, he began to play with all kinds of things, mainly food.
At first, the old man was also very disdainful, but after he tried Han Fei's dishes, he began to study with Han Fei, saying that this was one of the great joys of life. He had never eaten delicious food before, but he didn't expect that he would be able to enjoy it when he was old.
Half an hour later.
The three of them sat around a table, on which there was a large plate of cold kelp, a large plate of drunken shrimp, and three big sweet potatoes.
Both the old man and Jiang Qin liked roasted sweet potatoes very much. They used to eat them raw, but they didn't expect that the roasted ones were even more delicious, but the two dishes in front of them made them a little reluctant to eat them.
The old man asked, "Are you sure you didn't lie to me? Isn't this seaweed? Can seaweed be eaten? And this, this Little White Shrimp is still alive and moving. "
Han Fei asked, "Can't grass be eaten? Insects also eat grass! "
The old man said, "That's an insect. Are humans insects?"
Han Fei rolled his eyes. "Insects are indeed small in front of humans, but humans are as small as dust in front of the sky and the earth. Insects can eat grass, and so can humans. Also, this Little White Shrimp only tastes good when it's alive. It won't taste good when it's dead. "
Han Fei said it casually, but neither Old Jiang nor Jiang Qin moved their chopsticks.
Han Fei looked at the two of them contemptuously, picked up a Little White Shrimp and put it into his mouth. He spat out a piece of shrimp shell and the transparent shrimp meat had already entered his stomach.
Old Jiang and Jiang Qin looked at each other and the corners of their mouths twitched. Seeing that Han Fei seemed to enjoy it, they couldn't help picking up one and putting it into their mouth to try it.
However, as soon as it was put into his mouth, the old man's eyes lit up and Han Fei spat out a piece of shrimp shell.
The old man asked, "Is this vinegar?"
Han Fei asked, "How do you feel?"
The old man nodded. "Very good. This thing is easy to make, fast, and can be eaten for a long time. Not bad, not bad …"
Jiang Qin frowned, wondering if the old man and the young man had teamed up to deceive her. But after trying Han Fei's cooking several times, she found that it was very good, so in the end, she still moved her chopsticks.
When the Little White Shrimp was anesthetized, the smoothness, the feeling of life jumping on her tongue, the rich wine aroma, and the sour but not bad sauce made her eyes narrow. It's delicious.
Jiang Qin asked, "What about this seaweed?"
Han Fei smiled. "Sister Qin, have a taste?"
Jiang Qin didn't object to the Drunken Prawns and directly started eating.
Half an hour later, most of the plate of salad and drunken shrimp were in the stomachs of Old Jiang and Jiang Qin, but the two of them hadn't touched the roasted sweet potatoes.
After a while, the old man lay lazily on the chair, chewing the roasted sweet potatoes in his mouth.
The old man clicked his tongue. "Boy Han, I think if you don't become a spirit gatherer in the future, you will be very popular as a chef."
Han Fei shrugged. "I'm not interested in cooking for so many people. I cook mainly for myself."
Suddenly, Han Fei saw Jiang Qin winking at him as if she wanted him to follow her.
…
Deep in the garden …
Han Fei asked, "Sister Qin, what's up? I'm sneaking around. "
Jiang Qin was still cold. She looked at Han Fei seriously and said, "Do you want to learn combat skills?"
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