Splendid Pastoral: Space farmers are good for farming

Chapter 275
"This..." Lan Qiaoli only wanted to accuse Lan Qiaoyu, but he was impatient and couldn't find a good reason. Lan Qiaoyu refuted him, choked and said: "But, since this is the case, it means that our branch also has People can enter the space, so why set up your successors!"

"Hehehehe..."

Lan Qiaoyu laughed angrily, and said: "Second brother's words really make me unable to understand, even if third uncle has entered the space, but he is already an old man who is nearly seventy years old, he is the heir of the patriarch, but not the next generation , do you want to find someone older than me?"

"You..." Lan Qiaoli choked and stared. This not only blocked their way to fight for the head of the patriarch, but also made them feel ashamed to compare Lan Xiangrong with his grandchildren.

Seeing that his son was in his early years, Lan Xiangrong watched from the sidelines. Seeing that his son was no match for Lan Qiaoyu, he could only pick up the conversation again and said, "I'm talking about patriarch, I'm afraid you misunderstood the meaning of woodcutter ceremony. At my age Well, people who might be buried in the soil one day, how could they think about fighting for these things, but it doesn't mean that I have no one under my knees. Since I can go in, I will definitely pass on the experience to my children and grandchildren. Presumably someone will guide people to use the space , it’s better than those who happened to get in by wild roads! No one taught them, who knows if they will use up the space again!”

"This..." Lan Qiaoyu hesitated, that's right, he is someone who has entered the space, but no one in his branch has this experience anymore, but it can't be because of this, he can't stand up for Jin Fang anymore. heir.

They are fighting with each other here, and the bellflowers in the space can be seen clearly. She didn't know until now that the old guy Lan Xiangrong was almost seventy years old, and he looked so young. She always thought he was only in his 50s. From this point of view, Lan Jinfang's father must be more than 40 years old. He is pampered and well-maintained, so he must be well-maintained, and he cannot compare his father with others.

She listened and thought about it, and seeing that Lan Qiaoyu was no match for Lan Xiangrong and his son, she quietly said behind Lan Jinfang, "Jin Fang, go help your father! At worst, let your third uncle come in. Beat him to death!"

Only then did Lan Jinfang come back to his senses, walked down from the altar, gently tugged at his father's sleeve, then walked forward, bowed deeply in front of Lan Xiangrong, and said, "Third uncle, my nephew thinks that three What Uncle said is very reasonable, but Jinfang needs to verify with everyone when he enters the space, so third uncle said that he can go in, so he should let everyone see, if it is not what uncle said, then everyone will be deceived!"

Lan Qiaoyu was still thinking before, the father and son sang together, why didn't one of his three sons come to help him, now that Lan Jinfang finally came, he was a little relieved, but he didn't expect his son to make such a suggestion Asking, this is so stupid, the third uncle can enter the space is not a matter of the present, he can enter long before the space is closed, compare this with him, how can it be difficult for him.

Seeing that Lan Jinfang was quiet there for so long, Lan Xiangrong thought he was tired of entering the space, but he didn't expect this kid to come down and say such a sentence, so angry that he pouted his beard and shouted: "Lan Jinfang, what are you doing?" What do you mean? Are you saying that the old man is lying? Does the old man have to verify whether he can go in? I have already proved it to the tribe when your father was still wearing crotch pants, how can you allow you to question it!"

Lan Jinfang didn't care at all, straightened up and said: "That may not be the case, the current space is very different from the past, the space could accept uncle in the past, but it may not be accepted now, if uncle doesn't prove it, who will know if it is true or not? If the third uncle insists on rejecting it, it will make everyone feel that the third uncle is guilty!"

Hearing what his son said, Lan Qiaoyu began to feel that it made sense again, so he also said: "That's right, third uncle, since you have been able to go in a long time ago, then go in again, and treat you as an experienced senior to the younger generation." Just as a demonstration, maybe after you enter today, the rest of the family will be able to enter tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and in that case, our Lan family will be even more prosperous!"

The words of their father and son successfully aroused the curiosity of other members of the family, and those who did not know the truth agreed, saying: "Yes, third brother (third uncle, third uncle), you can go in and let us have a look, or bring us a Come out with some rare medicinal materials, let us open our eyes!"

Lan Xiangrong couldn't do anything about being framed by everyone, so he nodded guiltily and said, "Okay, then I'll go in and have a try, and get a good old ginseng for everyone!"

He said that he wanted to enter the space, but he didn't go to the altar, but took two steps towards Lan Xianghong next to him, and whispered: "Old Wu, give me your bodhi seed. Mine was hidden in my bedroom and I didn't bring it out."

There are eight bodhi seeds that have been passed down for hundreds of years. When the space was on fire, one was burned and another was lost, so there are only six left, and the patriarch has the priority and has three bodhi seeds. According to the inheritance before the fire, Lan Xiangrong, Lan Xianghong, and Lan Xianglin each had one. Lan Xiangrong lost the one, and he had to borrow it from others if he wanted to enter the space.

Lan Xianghong was very surprised when he heard this, and said, "Third brother, isn't your bodhi seed always by your side? Why didn't you bring it?"

Lan Xiangrong had no choice but to lie and said: "I'm going out this time, and I'm afraid I might lose it by accident, so I stored it away. Don't talk about it, just lend me yours."

Lan Xianghong said: "But I didn't bring it either. I know I'm useless in this life, so I just put it on for my grandson. I want him to cultivate spiritual energy from an early age."

Lan Xiangrong was also speechless, and asked Lan Xianglin to borrow it, but Lan Xianglin had kept it with his youngest son for many years, and he was not with him.

Lan Xiangrong stood there in a dilemma, whether to borrow this or that, and he really couldn't get it out, so he didn't dare to say that he went back to get it, so could he still borrow it from Lan Jinfang?
When he was in trouble, he saw Lan Jinxiang coming over, took off his bodhi seed from his neck, handed it over and said, "Third Uncle, since you don't want to get your hands together for a while, use mine, but I don't know this one. You don't need it."

It's not unusual for others to help Lan Xiangrong, but no one thought that Lan Jinxiang would help him. Even Lan Xiangrong was a little stunned, but after thinking about it for a while, he understood that Lan Jinxiang regarded Lan Jinfang's mother and son as his own. As a mortal enemy, even if he doesn't get the status of heir, he definitely doesn't want Lan Jinfang to get it.

Thinking of him, he gave Lan Jinxiang a knowing smile and said, "Jinxiang, third uncle knows what you mean, so it's worth it for uncle to love you."

As he spoke, he took the bodhi seed from Lan Jinxiang's hand and walked to the altar.

(End of this chapter)