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"How about that?"

"That's it, you must build the Dragon King Temple."

Before Fang Xiuyun could say anything, the villagers began to talk verbally.

"Everyone is quiet." The village chief said, and these villagers were quiet.

"Building the Dragon King Temple is for the benefit of everyone. This time we will take a little bit from each family, how about a joint venture?" The village head cleared his throat and asked.

"certainly!"

"I agree!"

The villagers agreed.

This is all for my own livelihood.

"Then let's go up the mountain to see the feng shui of the treasure land." Zhang Banxian gave a faint smile.

Fang Xiuyu frowned slightly at the end of the team.

Fang Chen is finishing his orchard.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

After opening the wooden door of the orchard, the village chief, Zhang Banxian, his mother and villager representatives stood outside the door.

Seeing Fang Xiuyun's hesitant expression, Fang Chen faintly guessed that it was not a good thing.

"Ah, this is really a treasure!" Zhang Banxian suddenly sighed, his expression was slightly shocked, and a pair of mice-like small thieves looked back and forth.

Before Fang Chen's approval, he walked in.

The village chief and villager representatives followed closely behind.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Fang Chen asked, lowering his business.

"It's like this..." Fang Xiuyun said the whole thing with some worry.

Change his orchard into Longwang Temple?

Thanks to what these crazy people said.

While talking, the village chief came over first, and the fat on his face trembled slightly with his smile: "This is Xiaochen, right? I haven't seen him for a while, so he looks so handsome!"

Fang Chen laughed dryly: "Yes, the village chief has not seen him for a while and he has gained a lot."

Hearing this answer, the village chief's smile froze.

A trace of contempt and disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji!" Fang Xiuyun hurriedly came up to make a round.

The village chief's face looked better now.

This time there was something to ask for, and the village chief didn't care about those things, so he hurried down when he saw the steps. After all, business matters.

"The village chief has something to discuss with you this time." He said there was a pause, and then he glanced at Fang Chen, "Recently it has been drought, and it hasn't rained for a long time. Today Zhang Banxian took everyone to ask for rain. , This rain is coming, but well..."

Zhang Banxian immediately followed and said, "However, the villagers sincerely prayed for such a large rain cloud, but only a little rain fell. Of course, the place where it rains is your orchard."

"I figured it out. At this time, because of the bad fortune in the village, and your orchard is the only treasure in the village, this is an instruction from God's rain!"

"So we all hope to build a Dragon King Temple in your orchard, so that we can avoid bad luck and protect the village from good weather. You shouldn't refuse it?" The village chief and Zhang Banxian sang together.

Several villager representatives behind him were also waiting for Fang Chen's answer.

Where is this negotiation?

This is clearly a notice!

To build a temple, at least 35 acres of land must be vacated. Knowing that Fang Chen's family has only 20 acres of land, he still feels that it is not enough.

"I refuse." Fang Chen smiled slightly.

Hearing this answer, everyone fell silent.

Not only did the villager representatives fail to think of it, but even the village chief did not think of it.

"Xiaochen, think about it clearly, it's a good thing to build the Dragon King Temple!" The village head even thought that there was something wrong with his ears.

"That's right, everyone will thank you in the future!" Zhang Banxian echoed.

Upon hearing this, Fang Chen sneered: "My house does not build the Dragon King Temple. Whoever of you is willing to build it will build it in whose house. Now that natural disasters are hitting, the village's manpower and material resources are already seriously inadequate, and you still believe that a god stick makes up for it. What a dragon temple is really funny."

As soon as he said this, Zhang Banxian's face couldn't help but become gloomy.

"What do you little boy know? Zhang Banxian can tell the fortune!"

"Yes, it was Zhang Banxian who took us to ask for rain, and it rained in your house!"

"Why don't young people know how to be grateful? They have no conscience!"

Villager representatives have stood up to defend Zhang Banxian.

"Fang Chen! Are you so persistent that you want all the villagers' land to die? You are too selfish!" The village chief glared at Fang Chen viciously, gritted his teeth.

"You're not leaving yet, are you?" Fang Chen dug his ears with his little finger, then picked up the broom at the entrance of the orchard with his backhand and started chasing people.

The broomstick whipped on the leg and felt painful. Several people couldn't help but back off again and again. The village head cursed and left with the help of a few villager representatives. Before leaving, he didn't forget to shout: "Your family will wait for me!"

Fang Xiuyun was a little worried.

"My son, otherwise let's build it. Anyway, how much space does a Dragon King Temple take up..."

Fang Chen shook his head helplessly: "Mom, that person is a liar. Besides, this is a natural disaster. Even if you build ten Dragon King Temples in the orchard, it is useless. When you build the orchard, they will use the Dragon King Temple again. You can't break the incense as a reason to invade our orchard step by step!"

Fang Xiuyun sighed and still frowned.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me, I have my own way." Fang Chen comforted his mother.

The village chief limped down the mountain.

His calf was covered with scars from the broomstick, and he felt even more resentful towards Fang Chen.

Fang Chen not only refuted his face in public, but also made him so embarrassed. He took down this grudge.

"Zhang Banxian, with his attitude, what shall we do next?" the village chief asked.

Zhang Banxian smiled coldly.

If Jackie Chan's Temple can be built, there is bound to be a lot of money.

He Zhang Mazi has never let the duck to his mouth fly away.

The door-to-door pleading was unsuccessful, so this time he would use some means to make this dumbfounded suffer.

"In my opinion, this kid is a little weird, you think, the things he grows in his orchard are completely different from ours. Cherries are as big as plums, and cucumbers are as sweet as melons. Isn't it weird?"

"And pray for rain, such a big rain cloud, only his orchard rains."

Everyone thought, it was indeed the case.

"In ancient times, there was a kind of incantation called Luck, which sucked away the fortune of others and converted the yang energy into oneself. This is mostly because of this, so Fang Chen is unwilling to let us build the Dragon King Temple!"

After he finished speaking, several villager representatives were filled with righteous indignation.

"No wonder my cherries are sour and small, Zhang Banxian makes sense!"

"Yes, he must be a guilty conscience!"

Rumors spread quickly throughout the village, saying that Fang Chen had everything, some said that he was a monster, some said that he was selfish and ruining the fortune of the village.

The Fang family became a target for everyone to attack.

"Xiao Chen, Aunt Zhang has brought you fruit!" Aunt Zhang gently knocked on Fang Chen's door.

Fang Chen opened the door and saw Aunt Zhang's face full of worry: "Your family has a lot of things recently, are they all okay?"

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