Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World

Hao Bozhao handles the delivery at the patrol bureau.

Because the identity of Hong Yuanming had to be carefully checked, the procedure was a bit cumbersome, and it wasted three hours before the red seal was affixed and the identity of Hong Yuanming was declared closed.

"Within seven working days, the money will be directly transferred to Chief Hao's card, and report the card number."

"This." Hao Bozhao handed over Chi Qiaosong's bank card.

"Okay, everything is done."

"There are a lot of things to do today. I'll invite Bureau Zhang for a drink another day."

"How can Chief Hao treat guests? I invite, I invite." Director Zhang of the patrol bureau said politely, and then sent someone to send Hao Bozhao out of the patrol bureau.

During the whole process, Chi Qiaosong silently followed behind as a small follower.

No one in the Patrol Bureau cared about him.

After leaving the patrol station and getting on the off-road vehicle, Hao Bozhao handed over the bank card: "Okay, wait for the money."

"Thank you, teacher, please give me the card number, I will turn back..."

"What are you talking about?" Hao Bozhao interrupted Chi Qiaosong, "Does the teacher still care about your money? Don't talk about it. It's enough to give me the credit for the murder."

Getting bounties is one thing.

Killing evil cultivators also deserves credit, not comparable to regular military merit, but not comparable to ordinary political achievements.

In the future, Hao Bozhao wants to go further, in addition to advancing his own martial arts and breaking through the master state. You can only rely on slowly accumulating credit and climbing step by step.

Father Chi was in the back of the car, and said somewhat restrainedly, "Teacher Hao, please work hard, and the trouble of killing is also taken care of by Mr. Hao."

Hao Bozhao said with a smile: "You don't need to say that, brother, it's just a little trouble. If you come to me in the future, who doesn't want the credit for nothing."

Chi Qiaosong said: "Teacher, Hong Yuanming still has a ghost sword, I want to stay."

"Then stay, this is your trophy."

"Thank you teacher."

The matter of receiving the bounty is so simple.

Hao Bozhao sent the father and son to the gate of the city, Chi Qiaosong and Chi's father rode their bicycles home, and Hao Bozhao also drove back to Jiangwutang.

The wind in late February was still cold on the face, but the hearts of the father and son were both warm. The bounty of a full 100,000 yuan solved the urgent need for the family to build a house, build a road, and contract the mountain.

"Is that sword worth a lot of money?" Father Chi asked casually.

"Well, I went to the market to ask before, the long sword made of meteorite outside the sky costs 100,000 to 200,000 yuan."

The extraterrestrial meteorites in this world are not ordinary metal alloys.

If it is analyzed by scientific instruments, it is indeed only composed of several ordinary elements, but its affinity for martial arts strength cannot be explained by instruments.

So the value is very high.

"Your teacher isn't even greedy with the Ghost Head Sword, you're a good teacher." Father Chi sighed.

Chi Qiaosong was silent for a few seconds and said, "It's not like that."

"how to say?"

"Isn't there a wallet on Hong Yuanming's body? The bank card in it has no password, so I didn't move it."

"Well, I know that."

"I saw Mr. Hao buckled his wallet." Chi Qiaosong shook his head.

When examining the body, Hao Bozhao took out his wallet, opened it and saw the bank card, and put the wallet in his trousers pocket.

"Without a password, what does he want a bank card for?"

"It's not difficult to change the password..."

Based on Hao Bozhao's contacts, there must be acquaintances in the bank. If you change the password a little, all the money in the bank card will come out - it is very likely that these bank cards are bearer cards.

When Father Chi heard the words, he was a little surprised: "Tsk... I'm afraid there is a lot of money in this card."

Hong Yuanming is a master of the warrior realm, with a strong ability to make money, and his evil cultivation methods are vicious.

After a while.

Father Chi said solemnly, "Xiao Song, you shouldn't have seen this."

"I know."

"Also, when I get home, I'll cut half a piece of Laozi and send it over. Thank you, teacher. Anyway, we don't have any trouble getting the bounty. It's your teacher's contribution, so I can't help but express my gratitude."

Chi Qiaosong nodded and replied, "I understand."

No matter how much skill he makes, how much money Chi Qiaosong has exposed now is worth a bounty of 100,000 yuan and a ghost sword, as well as a string of bone bracelets and gold necklaces.

The money from the bank card, and the credit for killing the evil cultivator, he dare not earn it, so it should be earned for others.

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Back to a hurdle.

The second uncle and the little uncle have cleaned up all the blood and traces around the farmhouse.

The skin of the old steak was also peeled off, and the meat was carefully cut, ready to be salted. Now that the spring is coming, there is no refrigerator at home to store it, and it will be damaged if it is not marinated.

Father Chi said, "Come out half of it and give it to Komatsu to his teacher."

"it is good."

The second uncle and the younger uncle worked together, evenly distributing half of the old pork, carefully wrapping it with oil paper one by one, and putting it into the snakeskin pocket.

The second uncle also put a long strip of meat repeatedly in several layers and placed it in the mouth of the bag: "This is a great supplement, your teacher must like it."

The little uncle smiled and asked, "Does Chief Hao have fifty?"

"Fifty-four." Chi Qiaosong replied.

"That's when it's time to eat this."

Father Chi coughed: "Don't talk nonsense, Chief Hao is a martial arts master."

The second uncle retorted: "What's wrong with the martial arts masters, the martial arts masters are not necessarily strong in all aspects. Send this leopard whip over, Chief Hao is absolutely happy."

"Komatsu is still young!" Father Chi stared.

The second uncle smiled and said to Chi Qiaosong: "It's not even a child, Xiaosong, bring someone home early, your father and your mother don't say it, but you really want to hug your grandson!"

Father Chi cursed: "Chi Xiuyuan, shut up and talk nonsense all day long."

Chi Qiaosong is not as shy as the second uncle imagined, but just smiled lightly: "I focus on practicing martial arts now~www.wuxiahere.com~ I don't need to think about the object for the time being."

The little uncle gave a thumbs up: "If it's not that Xiaosong can be promising, this self-discipline is stronger than ordinary people."

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Busy and busy, and soon it is evening.

"I'm going to deliver meat to the teacher, Dad, Uncle, Uncle, please be careful at home." Chi Qiaosong was a little worried, "If Hong Yuanming can come here, there is no guarantee that other evil cultivators will also, so when you hear the movement, hurry up. hide."

"You have to be careful on the way."

"know."

Back to the county seat.

There are still notices posted on the streets, offering rewards to the gang of evil cultivators of the four ghosts of Peng Li, among which there is still a wanted order for the ghost-headed sword Hong Yuanming.

Either they didn't have time to tear it apart, or it was confusing audio-visual, so that the evil cultivator couldn't figure it out.

After all, the four ghosts of Pengli have been able to do evil in the Pengli area for so many years, and the surrounding counties and cities must have eyeliners. You have to catch the trunk first, and then slowly follow the vines.

He rode the twenty-eighth pole and rushed to Binxi Manor before dark.

The old servant Xu Ma opened the door for him: "Master Chi is here."

The mistress was knitting sweaters on the sofa, and when she saw Chi Qiaosong, she stood up enthusiastically: "Here is Xiaochi, oh, why did you bring so many things when you came here?"

Every time I go to the door, Chiqiaosong will bring some fresh greenhouse vegetables.

But this time, I took the most, a large snakeskin pocket, and it was full.

"I'll send half a fan to the teacher, the old man I hunted on the mountain. Where's the teacher?"

"Upstairs in the study... You go to chat with your teacher first, and eat here in the evening." The mother took the snakeskin bag with a smile, and called to Xu's mother to drag the bag into the kitchen together.