area51novel Chapter 158
Chapter 158
Gu Songxiang, when answering media questions, they will also tell the people some spiritual energy knowledge, or the current level of spiritual energy development in Daxia.
When the world learned about the spiritual energy achievements of the Great Xia Dynasty in the past five years, no one could not but be amazed.
Especially after broadcasting yesterday's footage of the battle on the coastal defense line, the whole world was shaken.
The Great Xia Dynasty is terrifying.
Compared with the shock of other countries, the people of Daxia were excited to the extreme.
Because Gu Songxiang promoted the Yanhuang Sutra to the whole people, this also means that as long as they are Daxia people, they will not have to wait until a year later, as long as they have talent for up to 100 days to awaken.
But this news is not the most explosive, the most exciting thing is that Daxia has the ability to create a primary awakening pill, a pill that can make ordinary people become warriors.
And the way to get it is not very difficult, you can buy one for a hundred merits.
Just have two children, because having a child not only has a reward of 150,000 dragon coins, but also 50 merit.
It can be said that as soon as this decree came out, the young and middle-aged people of Daxia had the urge to work hard to create babies for a while, and this reward was too fragrant.
Due to the announcement of the revival of Reiki, the first thing Wang Mingce said about establishing a reserve was completely forgotten, and even the tail of the hot search crane was not on.
The whole network is hotly discussing the revival of Reiki, and some critics have begun to have all kinds of unreasonable fantasies.
For example, fantasize that you are an immortal-level talent, and then go to heaven and earth to be omnipotent, and finally thousands of fans fall for themselves, thus living a happy life of left and right.
Compared with the heated discussion outside, Chongwu Village in Jingnan is unusually calm.
Even if they watched the live broadcast, no one discussed the revival of Reiki, but they were more interested in who was Xia Zhen's successor.
Because now Chongwu Village, every morning not only to practice martial arts, but also to recite the Yanhuang Sutra.
They had already known about the revival of Reiki, but no one publicized it.
During this time, Chongwu Village also awakened many warriors, but no one entered the Wu'an Bureau.
Instead, he continued to live a farming life in the village, and when he had time, he went to the military reclamation farm to cultivate, or helped take care of the spiritual field.
Just like today, all the young and strong people in the village went to harvest the spirit rice.
The women of the village worked in the kitchen of the auditorium, preparing meals for the men working in the fields.
In the kitchen sink, Xia Qingshao and the women picked and washed greens together.
At this time, she was wearing a short sleeve with a partial flower, a pair of cyan trousers underneath, a hair stripped and a headscarf, a small kitchen apron at the waist, and a pair of nasole shoes on her feet.
This outfit is no different from the surrounding village women, but this dress on her not only does not make her have the slightest rustic, but also has a different kind of beauty.
"Qingsha girl, you are so good-looking, the girl in the village is compared to you, it is simply the gap between the chicken and the phoenix."
Liu Hanmin's daughter-in-law praised Xia Qingshao and said.
She has lived to be more than 80 years old, and she has never seen such a Peugeot girl.
Whether in appearance, posture or temperament, it is rare in the world.
"Woo~, grandma, although what you said is the truth, can you not tell it to our faces?
Brother Lu Bai let the shallow rob, we are sad enough, you are still crazy to insert the knife.
"Yes, grandma, you not only poured salt into our wounds, but also slashed a few more times."
The old lady's words made the girls who washed the vegetables together so aggrieved that they cried and broke their hearts.
"Alas, it doesn't really matter if you're ugly or not, the important thing is to be able to face your ugliness calmly, which you can't compare to a shallow girl."
The old lady ignored the resentful expressions of the little girls and continued to frantically insert the knife.
In
this regard, the girls were powerless to refute, Xia Qingshao was quite ugly for a while, but she never seemed to hide it.
"Grandma amuses you, and the whole network knows that Grandma is a master of using knives."
Hearing the conversation of several people, Xia Qingshao couldn't help but chuckle and speak.
"Hehe, that's right, grandma she is indeed a master with a knife, not only chopping dogs and eggs Grandpa is powerful, but also a must knife mentality."
Xia Qingshian's words made several little girls smile.
"Qingsha girl, I just wanted to praise you for being gentle and quiet, but I didn't expect you to joke about the old woman.
You have to teach them how to please boys when you have time, they are all in their 20s and they are all single, and they are worried about death. When
the old lady heard Xia Qingshian's words, she also laughed heartily.
Lu Bai's live broadcast made her a celebrity in one fell swoop, and some people on the Internet made memes of her chasing and cutting Liu Hanmin.
"Pleases boys? I won't. Hearing
the old lady's words, Xia Qingsha looked confused, pleasing the boy, where would he be.
"Yes, it's my fault old woman, you really don't have to please the boys,"
the old lady smiled bitterly, this girl's smile has its own seductive attributes, how can it be deliberate.
"Qingsha girl, the stove is empty, you can make a love meal for Chief Lu."
Just as Xia Qingshao was chatting hotly, a woman in the kitchen shouted to the side of the sink.
"Ah, here it is, thank you aunt."
Hearing the woman's words, Xia Qingshao got up happily, still holding the washed green peppers and celery in his hands.
"See, although the shallow girl does not know how to please men, what she does can warm men's hearts.
You still have to learn, and girls need to know how to be considerate. The
old lady looked at Xia Qingshian's back, and counted the girls on the side for a while.
"Grandma, we don't see how considerate you are to Grandpa Dog."
"It's just, we heard his screaming last night..." Xia
Qingshao clicked on the cutting board of the stove as he sliced green peppers and shredded meat, looking like his craftsmanship was still good.
From shooting garlic to shredded ginger, he is very skillful, like a person who often cooks.
In the past five years, Xia Qingshao has always fantasized about cooking for Lu Bai, so he always likes to tinker in the kitchen when he is fine, and over time he has practiced good cooking skills.
Boom~
Under the oil in the hot pot, green onions, ginger and garlic followed, Xia Qingshian's movements did not have a trace of pretentiousness, she was serious about cooking for Lu Bai.
Looking at it from a distance, the oil smoke, the heat, the sound of stir-frying, the light through the window, Xia Qing's shallow and serious expression, the whole picture, there is an indescribable beauty.
Let the originally pure and lovely Xia Qingsha be even more sultry at this time.
The girls in the village who watched it were a little obsessed for a while, and she was so attractive.
Soon, there was an extra burst of spicy flavor in the kitchen, and the celery beef was stir-fried.
Not long after, Xia Qingshao stir-fried a few more home-cooked dishes, then packed them into a bamboo basket and went to Lingtian in the north of the village with the village women to deliver rice.
Military reclamation field.
Elsewhere, when the rice fields were still green, the more than 500 acres of fields here were already golden.
The young and strong people of Chongwu Village, each with a straw hat on their heads, are sweating in the fields.
Some people kept cutting rice with sickles, and the golden yellow disappeared little by little.
The scythe was constantly waving, and the threshing machine was naturally not idle, and they were whined by the men as they stepped on it hard.
At this point, bunches of ripe rice ears enter the threshing machine and rotate left and right, and the rice is shed.
In the busy field, there is one picture that seems out of place.
There were three figures, one large and two small, and in front of them was a blacksmith-like workshop.
The big one held a fire tongs in one hand and a hammer in the other and beat on the anvil, constantly making a clanging sound.
The two little ones were not idle, and they pulled the bellows handle and struggled to blow the flame in the stove.
"Nini, what kind of weapon do you want?"