My Daughter is So Amazing

Rohr looked at the strange village in front of him, and was stunned for a while, even the little donkey forgot to put it down.

The dirt road that was originally stepped on by foot has been paved into gravel, and an extra bluestone step has been built next to it.

The houses in the village have also changed from gray wooden houses to small brick buildings, with uniform white walls and red roofs, brand new and beautiful, just like small villas.

The open space in the middle of the village, which was barely a square, was built into a small pool with a few small tree saplings on the side, and the surrounding road was paved with colorful pebbles, which looked pretty.

As for Roer’s own village chief’s house, an extra layer was built on the original foundation, with a small garden and a stone promenade behind it, with a deck chair in the middle.

In general, the village has become beautiful, and it has not spoiled the unique charm of the quiet and peaceful small mountain village, but also has a simple elegance, which really has a little paradise beauty.

I haven't come back for more than two months, and I haven't finished a season. How can the village become like this?

Roel was shocked.

Just then, a neighbor who was busy in the field noticed him and hurriedly greeted him:

"The village chief! You are back!"

"Huh? This donkey... why is it riding you? Does the village chief have any special hobbies?"

Rohr squashed his mouth, put the donkey down, patted it on the head, and said:

"Are you hungry? Come, I'll buy you a buffet."

After that, he drove the little donkey into the neighbor's field, and generously exhorted:

"Don't be polite with me, let go and eat."

The neighbor couldn't help but regret for his babble...

Seeing the new look of the village, Roel's inner anxiety seemed to have been diluted a bit, slowed down, and walked in slowly.

Suddenly more villagers discovered his return and yelled:

"The village chief is back! The village chief is finally back!"

"The village chief! Let's take a look at our new village? Isn't it beautiful?"

"The village chief, if you are not, everyone is having a good time!"

Several neighbors who were consciously sensible took out various fruits and vegetables from their homes and greeted them.

But Rohr declined their kindness, greeted a few casually, and then said that he wanted to find a strange villager first.

After the entire village was renovated, the area was much larger than before, and the old wooden houses were basically changed positions, but the general direction remained the same. Luo Er quickly found strange villagers under the leadership of an enthusiastic neighbor. New home.

It was still in the most remote corner of the village, it was just two laps bigger, and there were two more buildings on the left and right that looked like a blacksmith shop and a mason shop.

this……

Rohr temporarily held down the doubts in his mind, intending to solve the more important problems first.

So he knocked on the door courteously and broke into the home of the strange villager.

This guy was standing in front of a professional-looking workbench, holding a dropper in his hand, and dripping an unknown purple liquid on a piece of metal.

Regarding Rohr's sudden intrusion, he didn't even turn his head back, still focused on his own affairs, and didn't even shake his hands, allowing the purple liquid to slowly spread along the fine lines on the metal sheet.

The whole piece of metal was quickly dyed into an evil purple, and the material seemed to have changed, and it turned out to be a bit like semi-transparent ground glass.

It is strange that the villager shook his head slightly, then swept away the discolored metal piece into the trash can next to him, then turned his head and looked at Roll, still with the magical smirk on his face.

"Well... I'm back. A lot of things happened outside before, but I don't think you are interested in listening..."

When Rohr was about to pick the key points directly, the other party unexpectedly said magically:

"Tell me……"

His voice is very low and magnetic, and he has a special smoky voice, which is very suitable for narration in the theater, just without showing that smirk.

Rohr was also taken aback, and said quickly:

"Are you dumb?"

"Speaking of the point..."

Narrator...Oh no, strange villagers urged.

"All right……"

Roll shrugged.

"Probably... I went outside and saw my daughter hit a few monsters and convinced a few people."

"The point is, there is a problem with my left hand. It used to have the function of a space storage bag. But then I didn't know what happened and I swallowed all the metal products in it!"

"Also, my sword is also broken, and a new one is needed..."

It was strange that the villagers didn't speak any more, and walked straight over, took off the prosthesis very skillfully, and then looked at the fish-bone mark on the back of their hands.

He observed the mark very carefully, and carefully reached out and touched it. After a while, he said:

"Open."

Rohr nodded and stretched out his right hand to touch the mark on the back of his hand.

The storage space opened, and the tent blankets and carrots inside fell out.

The strange villager pulled out the old prosthetic that Roer had used before from a box in the corner, helped him to connect it, and then returned to the workbench to study the changes in the prosthetic limb, using Roer as air.

Luo Er shook his head helplessly, bent over to pick up what fell on the ground, and deliberately wrapped the pair of black stockings in a blanket, for fear of being discovered, and then left here and returned to his home.

At exactly this moment, the fat man came back in a carriage. When he saw Rohr, he came over and gave him a warm hug, and said happily:

"You are back! How are you doing outside?"

"It's pretty good, the outside world is wonderful."

Rohr smiled, and then asked:

"But what happened in the village? It turned out to be like this?"

The fat man asked in surprise:

"Huh? Isn't that what you meant?"

Rolle: "?"

Fatty: "Didn't you take two telegrams to the village?"

"Yes, my first letter meant to ask about the situation in the village; the second letter meant to ask if the tax officer came to make trouble?"

Rohr explained his original intention to send a telegram, and then said:

"Telegrams are calculated by words. I wonder if everyone gets along for so many years and knows each other. Even simple words can convey the meaning, right?"

"Don't you... would you be wrong?"

"Cough cough cough!"

The fat man coughed quickly, turned his head slightly, tried to relieve the embarrassment on his face, and then said:

"Well, of course we didn't mean anything wrong. Of course we know what you want to say..."

"Then why did the village suddenly become like this? Where did you get the money to buy these materials?"

"It's impossible for your wine to sell out, right?"

Rolle asked, and took out a bottle of fruit wine from the fat man's carriage, unscrewed the bottle cap, and took a few sips.

Fatty is the only person in the village who knows how to make wine, and the craftsmanship is also good. The wine produced is sweet and sour, has a fresh and refreshing taste, and has a low alcohol content. It is said to be wine, but in fact it is more like a drink.

Roll likes this.

Kelly also liked it very much. She was greedy for this when she was a child. If she could practice the sword hard, Rohr would be able to reward her with a small bottle of greedy.

After that, the two also tried to sell the wine to the town below the mountain, but the market was very common. They often returned half of the wine in a cart, which was basically cheaper for the people in the village.

Everyone is accustomed to this.

"This matter must start with something called the ‘Lucana’ Foundation. Have you heard of them outside?"

The fat man opened a bottle of fruit wine himself, and asked as he drank it.

Roll nodded.

He had seen this foundation in the newspaper. It was one of the empire's old charitable funds. It has a history of hundreds of years and is committed to various charitable relief activities.

However, Kodo province, the poorest and most backward province of the empire, often did not get their help. Instead, it was the imperial capital and Newlyn that were wealthy places. From time to time, poor families would receive relief and appear in the newspapers.

But in Fatty’s description, the foundation seems to have suddenly discovered the poor and backward Kodo Province, and specially allocated tens of millions of East to come, of which the small mountain villages were allocated 150,000.

"Then we used the money to buy some materials, and built our own blacksmith shop or something, and we worked hard together to make the village this beautiful now!"

The fat man continued to explain.

"Is that so? That's good, but if I am here, I must use the money to pave the way out first."

Rol didn't doubt it, but felt that the money used to repair the village was a bit wasteful.

If it is used to build roads, the future development of the village will definitely become better.

Alas...These villagers, after all, don't have any long-term vision. Without their own leadership, they only care about these petty profits in front of them. Sure enough, they still can't be too relieved!

But having said that, this can be regarded as the dereliction of duty as the village chief. I haven't come back after going out for so long...

Roel felt a little self-blaming, and chatted with the fat man about what he saw outside, and then went back to his home to take a shower.

When he closed the door, Fatty suddenly heard many voices in his mind:

"How? He didn't doubt it? Has it gone?"

The fat man did not speak either, but directly used a very magical method to convey the thoughts in his head:

"No, he has always trusted me."

"Huh... it's so risky~www.readwn.com~ I almost thought it was going to be exposed..."

"Has the Foundation arranged it? There will be no loopholes, will it?"

"No problem, I handled it well and it was perfect..."

The fat man "answered" quite confidently.

"But it's still not quite right. As long as it is a human being, there will be flaws. Or, I will solve these flaws?"

"Absolutely not!"

The fat man "said" very hard.

"These people are old friends with me. They can't hurt people's lives for this little thing..."

"Moreover, if it weren't for you to mess around, we wouldn't have ended up like this!"

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