My Master Is a God

"I smashed your thirty-six mobile phones, each of which will give you an average of 6,000, plus the counter will give you 250,000. Is that enough?"

Yang Yiyun threw 250,000 from the bag directly in front of the fat woman.

Her face was pale, and at this time she realized that Yang Yiyun was not a small character, and what happened today was her fault, and she didn't dare to fart even after Yang Yiyun threw piles of money on her body.

Everyone stared blankly, did not speak, and was stunned by Yang Yiyun's actions.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Yang Yiyun ignored the fat woman, walked to his sister and said, "Let's go, brother will not let you suffer any more in the future."

Both Yang Shanshan and Li Yuanyuan were in a daze. Hearing Yang Yiyun's words, they woke up like a dream. Looking at the piles of money beside the fat woman, the two little girls felt distressed.

However, Yang Yiyun took him away without saying anything.

When passing by a domestic mobile phone section, Yang Yiyun smiled at the clerk: "Give me the two best ones."

After finishing speaking, he turned to his two younger sisters and said, "We will support domestic production in the future, and there is no need to be inferior in performance. Our domestic mobile phones in Huaxia will definitely be products for international audiences in the future."

The mobile phone clerk of the Huaer brand, when he heard Yang Yiyun's words, immediately agreed and said: "Yes, yes, sir, you are right. Our Huaer's domestic technology is not as bad as that of foreign countries. Some technologies can be said to have surpassed the international level. ...I'll give you a 10% discount~"

The clerk smiled and handed the two Hua'er mobile phones to Yang Yiyun.

After paying, Yang Yiyun gave his younger sister and Li Yuanyuan each a copy: "Bring me a gift from you guys."

Li Yuanyuan giggled: "Thank you, Brother Yun~"

Yang Shanshan is still surprised how her brother has so much money, but she is worried: "Brother...how did you get so much money, brother, please don't do bad things~"

Hearing what his sister said, Yang Yiyun laughed and said: "Don't worry, your brother is earning money now, every penny is clean, and he has never done anything wrong. I will tell you about this later, but you still don't believe your brother? "

Hearing what her brother said, Yang Shanshan felt relieved. She knew that her brother had never lied to her since she was a child, and finally a smile appeared on her face. Great.

Then Yang Yiyun took the two of them to sell a few sets of clothes, took them to dinner, and took 300,000 yuan from the bank before driving home.

The two little girls sitting in the car started chattering, Yang Shanshan asked, "Brother, how much is this car?"

Yang Yiyun smiled and said casually: "More than two million!"

Immediately, the two little girls grew their mouths.

"Brother, this is too expensive~"

Yang Yiyun smiled and said: "I will buy you a sports car when you start school~" Yang Yiyun was full of smiles when he was talking. During the meal before, his sister said that she was admitted to Gudu University, and she was admitted to the university with herself. The same school, in fact, he knew in his heart that his sister was in this school because of him.

It also shows that she studies very well and works very hard.

The three of them chatted and entered the village unknowingly.

Returning to the place where he was born and raised, Yang Yiyun is in a good mood. Although this is a remote mountain village, it takes two or three hours to drive to the county seat, but there are mountains, rivers, and childhood...

Shangyang Village has less than thirty households, but it is a small mountain village like a paradise.

There are four distinct seasons, and life is hard but self-sufficient.

Although there are few people in the village, it is not easy to trace the history of the village. Various stories have been passed down from ancient times to the present, from fairy tales to generals and scholars, etc. There have been many characters.

In the old society, Shangyang Village was still a resting place on the ancient road to Bashu. It is located at the junction of three provinces, close to the gateway of Bashu. In ancient times, the silk brocades from Bashu came out of Sichuan, and Shangyang Village in the Western Region was the first resting place.

The entire village still retains most of the old wooden attic buildings, which are built with a mix of mud bricks and wood. Although they look dilapidated, they are very historical.

The entire courtyard of Yang Yiyun’s family was a three-entry compound before liberation. I heard from my grandma that my ancestors were still landlords.

For this reason, I heard that the last landlord old man in the ancestors couldn't afford it, shouted that he had lost his ancestors' family business, and died in depression.

Up to now, the three houses in Yang Yiyun's family are all old houses built during the Republic of China. They are very large when you walk in, but they are smoky and ugly.

The wealthy families in the village have demolished the old buildings and replaced them with red brick houses and bungalows.

For Yang Yiyun, who studies history, this is destroying historical buildings, which is heartbreaking.

After getting out of the car, he looked at the old and new village houses that had been demolished or remained, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, should he contract out all the existing buildings?

On the one hand, the original ancient buildings are preserved, and on the other hand, some investment can also be made, right?

Now some artists just like the tranquility of the countryside. Some places open up tourism to build antique farmhouse art villages and attract artists to create. The annual income is very considerable.

As for Shangyang Village, which has a historical and natural background, it will be a good creative environment after a little renovation and restoration, which can bring benefits to the villagers and preserve the ancient buildings in the village.

The more I think about it, the more likely it is.

Since people in the village don’t like to live in dilapidated houses, he will re-select a piece of land to build a small building for the village, replace their old houses, and transform the farm art village~

To do these things is nothing more than money, and now he does not lack this money, since he can do it, and it can also improve the income of the villagers, why not do it?

Thinking in this way, Yang Yiyun took his younger sister Xiacha home, walking along the way, but greeted everyone with a smile: "Yunzi is back~"

"Yunzi is promising, the car is already driving~"

Yang Yiyun also shouted all the way from uncles and aunts. He likes the simplicity of the people in his hometown.

When I arrived at the door of the house, I saw the grandma who had already heard the voice trotting out of the gate, and I saw Yang Yiyun from a long distance: "Yun'er~"

There was a cry, and the voice trembled a little.

"Grandma~"

Yang Yiyun ran over quickly and hugged grandma.

"Okay, okay, grandma's grandson is back, it's good to be back, it's good to be back, grandma was still talking about you with Shanshan last night." Grandma rubbed her tears and spoke happily.

Looking at her grandma's white hair, Yang Yiyun felt sore. It was not easy for grandma to pull the brothers and sisters together in her life. She was the only one supporting the whole family.

When helping grandma into the house, Yang Yiyun deliberately checked the body of one side of grandma with zhenqi, and found that her whole body was full of problems, her old cold legs were arthritic, and her eyes were also presbyopic~

Since God has given him the ability to cultivate truth, first of all, he wants to let grandma live a long life, and take care of her body to be healthy, so that she can live a long life. .

Even if it was against the sky, he would keep grandma by his side and serve her for decades. Her life was too bitter.

After talking with grandma, she smiled and said, "Grandson Yun'er, rest well, grandma will make you your favorite Yangchun noodles."

After finishing speaking, she said to Yang Shanshan who was at the side: "Zai girl, don't disturb your brother, come here to help grandma light the fire and cook for your brother."

"Grandma, you're so eccentric. You don't deserve me to cook delicious food once I come back from school, hum!"

"Who let your daughter marry sooner or later? She belongs to someone else's family. My eldest grandson is grandma's heart and soul." Grandma smiled and talked and dragged Shanshan to cook.

"Grandma, I'm ignoring you~"

"Okay, you are also grandma's heart, grandma is joking!"

Looking at the figure of grandma and sister walking out bickering, Yang Yiyun felt an inexplicable emptiness and tranquility in his heart, and seemed to see his realm grow in an instant.

The way of cultivation is not only to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, but also to comprehend the way of heaven.

The realization of the state of mind at this moment is a perception of the way of heaven. He clearly feels that his cultivation has increased a little. Of course, his cultivation is still at the second level of the Qi refining period, but as long as he has enough spiritual energy, he believes that he will be able to cultivate at the next level. Growth is going well.

Yang Yiyun didn't stop grandma from cooking, because he knew that this was her old man's love for him, and she felt at ease after eating a bowl of noodles cooked by her own hands.