my son is the king

Chapter 31 I, Zhou Wuneng, sell meat

In the memory of AMTD, those god-level exercises are all some crazy names.

Like some big-name Celestial Art, the Yin-Yang Killing Heaven Art, reversing all directions, and annihilating reincarnation.

Only some mortal-level kung fu skills that are extravagant will use this kind of body training art, and the Qi training art sounds like an ordinary name.

But after thinking about it, AMTD realized that the strength of the practice has nothing to do with the name.

It's just that in order to show the awesomeness of their skills, some people took those dick names.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Shang Xiaoman asked from the side.

"It's okay, get up and brush your teeth and wash your face." AMTD shook his head and said, "After dinner in the morning, Dad will take you to the field and turn the excavator to turn the soil over."

"Oh," Shang Xiaoman nodded obediently, and jumped off the bed.

"System, record exercises," AMTD said after thinking for a while.

"Ding: The recording of the god-level external skill "Exercising the Body" is completed, and the host will be rewarded with a thousand cultivation points, a copy of the second-level immortal skill "Running Thunder Palm", and a copy of the third-level spell "Red Flame Fireball"."

According to the systematic explanation, AMTD has a simple understanding of fairy skills and spells.

Whether it is immortal skills or spells, there are ten levels. With my current cultivation base, I can only use up to three levels of immortal skills.

He looked at the one thousand cultivation points rewarded by the system, and he had saved more than 400 cultivation points recently.

A total of [-] points, from the fourth to the fifth level of Qi training requires [-] cultivation points, and from the fifth to the sixth level requires [-] points.

AMTD directly advanced to the sixth level of Qi training, and consumed [-] points of cultivation points. Feeling the powerful power in his body, and looking at the remaining [-] points of cultivation points, he can only feel that he is poor again.

"Does the host consume one hundred cultivation points to upgrade the second-level fairy skill "Bending Thunder Palm" to the entry level?"

AMTD looked at the display of the system, and each fairy skill is divided into four levels: entry level, minor success, great success, and perfection.

An entry-level fairy skill can exert 30.00% of its power, a small achievement can exert 70.00%, a great achievement is [-]%, and perfection is [-]%.

At this time, his fairy skills still showed that he hadn't mastered it yet.

AMTD thought for a while, and directly strengthened the Benlei Palm to the entry level. For a moment, his head was a little dizzy, as if a huge memory flooded into his head.

These memories are all about the explanation and use of Ben Lei Zhang.

AMTD looked at it and found that it takes [-] cultivation points to strengthen from entry level to small success.

He simply strengthened Xiaocheng directly, and the remaining immortal cultivation points have been completely used up so far.

He recalled the comprehension about Ben Lei Zhang in his mind, and after a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

AMTD is quite satisfied with its own strength that has grown by leaps and bounds.

After a hasty meal with his son, AMTD drove the excavator and took Shang Xiaoman to the field beyond Shenhao.

AMTD is not very proficient in excavators, and it is very cautious to drive.

If it was on such a crowded road in the city, AMTD would not dare to drive such a large car.

There are no cars in the countryside, and the roads are relatively spacious.

AMTD spent the whole morning digging all the five acres of land, and digging out all the weeds in the field.

Then he and his son spent a lot of energy picking out all the weeds in the field and throwing them on the road.

The vitality of these weeds is particularly strong, don't look at them being dug up now, if they are not thrown out, they will come back to life after the next rain.

After the land is turned over by digging, it will gradually become fertile after it rains in autumn and snows in winter, and it goes through a cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Wait until next year to plant wheat and apple trees.

In the afternoon, AMTD planned to dig another five acres of land beside the road.

On the other side of the pig farm, Zhu Wu Neng finally learned how to drive a tricycle after spending half a day.

He patted his chest and proudly said, "I'm such a genius."

Zhu Wu Neng was playing with his mobile phone recently, and suddenly became obsessed with tattoos.

He felt that it matched his temperament very well, especially the green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right, with the old cow on the waist and the dragon's head on the chest, which looked very domineering and sideways.

At noon, he drove a tricycle to the county seat. Because there was no tattoo place in Baijia Town, he could only go to Lintai County.

After spending an afternoon in Lintai County, he finally got a tattoo that he was satisfied with.

Peppa Pig is tattooed on the left arm, Pigman is on the right arm, Marshal Canopy is on the chest, and Zhu Bajie is on the back.

Early the next morning, Zhu Wu Neng drove a tricycle, put the packed pork into the carriage, and took it to Baijia Town to sell.

In the middle of the street in Baijia Town, he found a relatively prosperous area and set up the stall.

Then turn on the big speakers bought in advance, and the slightly rough sound in the speakers spreads throughout the streets and alleys.

"If a man wants to have a good kidney, he must eat pork. After eating it, he will be taller than Yao Ming and faster than Liu Xiang. One mouthful will refresh his mind, two mouthfuls will never get tired, and three mouthfuls will live forever, Oye."

Passers-by on the street looked at this pork seller, and couldn't help but praise him in their hearts: "He's a ruthless man."

An aunt who had just picked up her grandson from school passed by and asked curiously, "How much does your pork cost per catty?"

"Ten yuan a catty," Zhu Wu Neng replied with a smile.

"No way, others are [-] pounds a catty, yours is so cheap, is there something wrong with the meat," said the aunt suspiciously.

"You can doubt my integrity, but you must never doubt the meat I sell," Zhu Wu Neng said solemnly: "My name is Wu Neng, and I own the pig farm next to Qingshan Village. Go and find out. How can I sell bad meat with such a big family business.

I am self-produced and self-sold, there is no middleman to make the difference, and it is newly opened today, so it is cheaper. "

"Oh, so you are the one who opened the pig farm," the aunt nodded suddenly.

Wu Neng's pig farm is the largest near Baijia Town, so it is quite well-known.

"Then give me three catties," the aunt said after thinking about it.

"Okay," Zhu Wu Neng smiled, picked up the butcher's knife and directly chopped a large piece of fat and thin meat, put it on the scale and weighed it.

"It's five catties in total. If it's cheaper, you can give it 45," Zhu Wu Neng said with a smile.

"It's not that much, three catties is enough," the aunt shook her head hastily.

"It's okay, you can buy it back and put it in the refrigerator. Besides, meat is cheap at ten yuan a catty now. If you sell more, maybe I will increase the price by 15 yuan tomorrow," Zhu Wu Neng persuaded.

The aunt was a little hesitant, but after thinking about it, she felt that she had taken advantage of it, so she agreed.

Ten yuan a catty of meat, plus Zhu Wu Neng has his own identity as a guarantee, the business is booming.

In the past six months, because of swine fever, many people dare not eat pork.

But at this time, most people thought that Zhu Wuneng had such a big pig farm there, so he would definitely not sell bad meat, so they started buying it madly.

(End of this chapter)