The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 18 Back to Taiwu Village
Ouyang Linghua quickly handed over a cup of tea, "Master Taiwu, drink some water, you are exhausted."

Resounding when she traveled thousands of miles from Shaolin to Taiwu Village not for drinking tea, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nervously faced the front, the dark-skinned woman asked: "Linghua, let me ask you, my Is sister Ning Shuning back yet??"

"I'm back, I came back a few days ago, and now I'm picking herbs in the Qixiang Garden."

After hearing this, Dangdang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine, it's fine." After all, she is kissing her own girl, and the two of them still have a deep relationship. She is really afraid that this girl will be kidnapped halfway.

When Xiang Dangdang came to the strange fragrance garden full of herbs, he saw Ning Shuning's slender back from a long distance. After several months of growth, her bald head had turned into short hair.

"Shuning, why did you run away without saying a word?? You know how tiring I was looking for you." Dangdang walked behind Ning Shuning and said.

Ning Shuning, who was concentrating on picking the medicine, heard the familiar words, immediately dropped the basket in her hand, turned around and was about to run, but was grabbed by a loud bang.

Dangdang pulled her in front of him, and asked with a straight face: "You know how worried I am on the road, little girl, it's dangerous to run so far alone, what should I do if I'm caught and sold?"

Ning Shuning pursed her lips, looked down at her feet, "I'm not a rich lady, besides, I know martial arts, I can handle some small thieves."

Seeing the unconvinced girl, he flicked her forehead resoundingly, "Huh, you can figure it out, and I didn't say anything harsh to you, so you ran back to Taiwu Village angrily. In Gu Nei, is it best for you to be a sister, and every time the foster father wants to beat you, will I stop you for you?"

"But Miss Dangdang, you said you don't want me anymore..." Ning Shuning kept twisting the corners of her clothes with both hands, tears began to trickle down her eyes.

Loud Dangdang sighed, held her in his arms, patted her on the back and said, "Don't worry, as long as you don't leave, you will always be my good girl, and I won't let you go."

Feeling the resounding strong arms surrounding her, Ning Shuning nodded silently in her arms.

After the two of them talked with each other for a while, Ning Shuning put all the unhappiness she had felt before into the back of her mind at once, and she turned around bang bang, giggling and smiling all over her face.

After clearing up the misunderstanding between himself and Ning Shuning, he dragged her resoundingly to the Taiwu Ancestral Hall, where Ouyang Linghua was already waiting for him.

"Ouyang Linghua, haven't the major sects sent over disciples who have been enchanted by Xiangshu recently???" asked loudly to the woman who managed the entire Taiwu Village on her behalf.

Ouyang Linghua shook her head, "Master Taiwu, not at all. Now the entire martial arts world is basically calm, and there are very few people who have fallen into evil spirits."

"That's good, no one is evil, I'm too lazy to bother, by the way, I need to discuss something with you."

"Master Taiwu, you are being polite. If you have any orders, please speak directly." Ouyang Linghua looked at Dangdang respectfully.

"Look, there are so many people outside, attracted by that How Sword Mound. We are the only village nearby. Maybe we have to find a way to earn some money from them, right?"

After finishing speaking resoundingly, she glanced at the patched clothes on Ouyang Linghua's body. As the head of Taiwu Village, she was dressed in such shabby clothes, let alone other people. As a descendant of Taiwu, she couldn't let The whole Taiwu Village became like a beggar.

Moreover, Xiang Dangdang has been to Shaolin Temple this time, and she also knows that although each sect has set up stone monuments to swear, but in the event of no catastrophe, they will still obey and obey, and will not teach themselves the martial arts of their sect for free.

In the future, if I have some money on my side, everything will be easier to handle.

"Then Taiwu, what are we going to do?" Ouyang Linghua asked in confusion as she watched the sound.

Dang Dang touched his smooth head, and flashed through his mind the people he saw drinking tea, dressed in gorgeous martial arts personnel, and clapped his hands vigorously, "If there are so many people... they must have food and shelter, then let's Let’s open a restaurant first!!”

The so-called poor learners rich in martial arts, these people in the martial arts, each of them has a good family background, let alone those disciples of the martial arts.

These people always want to eat and drink, and open a restaurant in Taiwu Village to earn their money. It's hard to think about it.
As a descendant of Taiwu, they must give themselves face regardless of righteousness or evil, unless they can guarantee that their disciples will not be entangled in evil for the rest of their lives.

Immediately afterwards, Dangdang started his own plan. There was no shortage of manpower in Taiwu Village. After cutting a large pile of wood in the nearby woods, he started working in full swing in a wasteland.

With the help of people who are born with great power, the restaurant opened soon, and the previous roadside tea stall was demolished, and a new teahouse was built.

With the construction of restaurants and teahouses, as expected, they are full of customers every day. After all, these martial arts people are also human beings, and it is not wrong to get angry if they eat too much dry food.

The waiters and shopkeepers in restaurants and teahouses are well-known and hired villagers from Taiwu Village.This monthly salary is many times better than their previous planing in the loess.

Although these people all respectfully call themselves the descendants of Taiwu, being famous doesn't mean they don't understand the world at all.She knew that the benefits that should be given still had to be given.

One day, Xiang Dangdang was practicing the stick technique in the courtyard, just as she exerted force with her feet and quickly swept the lotus, Xiang Dangdang stopped suddenly.

After standing still, she looked at the old fire stick in her hand and frowned, "This thing is too short for practicing Shaolin stick skills, so it's not easy to use."

After thinking for a while, Dangdang came to find something among the leftover wood from the building of the restaurant that day. After a while, a huge and strong piece of jujube wood appeared in her hands, Dangdang kept nodding her head. "The material is good."

Back then in the valley, she was extremely proficient in carpentry since she was a child. The wooden carts were all built by herself, and it was completely easy for her to rebuild a handy weapon.

After a while, an eyebrow-level stick about one zhang or two chi long with a thick handle appeared in front of Dangdang.

Throwing the wooden plane in his hand with a bang, he picked up the eyebrow stick and danced it around for a while.The last force split Huashan hit the ground heavily, with a loud "bang", the huge force on the wooden stick directly smashed a stone slab on the ground into eight pieces.

(End of this chapter)