The kids next door were crying.

“This is the best rice.”

Fang Luoyang exclaimed, there was no fresh rice in the entire Liangzhou City. If it was sold in Liangzhou City, the rice in this warehouse could be sold at a sky-high price at this year's rice price.

But Fangjiazhuang cannot do this.

Otherwise, it will cause a big disaster to Fangjiazhuang.

Fang Luoyang is very sober. If someone finds that Fangjiazhuang has so much food, it will definitely attract robbers.

Unless you hide in Liangzhou City, you will not be able to resist the bandits.

However, if Fangjiazhuang wanted to transport so much grain to Liangzhou City, it would be eaten up by officials and promiscuous merchants who eat people and do not spit bones in the blink of an eye.

It will also cause unnecessary trouble for Taoist Chen Bafang.

Thinking of this, Fang Luoyang suddenly became serious and said to the people present: "These things must not be spread, otherwise they will cause a big disaster to Fangjiazhuang."

Fang Xiaokun and Fang Xiaoshan all knew the seriousness of the matter. Zheng Keyou promised not to tell this matter.

"Don't worry, patriarch, I promise to keep my mouth shut."

Fang Xiaoshan, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, swallowed, picked up a bowl of big mouthfuls to eat.

A bowl of rice was cut into my stomach after a few seconds, and I didn't have time to eat a bite of the dish.

It feels so good to have a big meal.

In the evening, Chen Bafang brought a piece of braised beef tendon meat and a bottle of Wuniang Liquid Liquor to the Tulou where the clan leader lived.

These were bought by him at the RT-Mart supermarket downstairs.

The patriarch usually drinks low-alcohol fruit wine, and the first time drinking high-alcohol liquor such as Wuniang Liquid is simply amazing.

After drinking a few cups of Wu Niang's liquid, I felt very drunk.

Chen Bafang struck while the iron was hot and asked, "Clan leader, are you a warrior?"

Fang Luoyang smiled and did not deny it: "You little Taoist priest, do you see it?"

"I see that the patriarch is strong and energetic, and he is still stronger and stronger. He must have the ability to do it."

Ordinary elderly people are already out of shape when they are fifty years old and can't even walk.

Fang Luoyang, Kong Wu is powerful and walks like flying. He can give birth to a tiger and leopard. He looks like an ordinary old man.

He must be a warrior who has cultivated true qi.

And the realm is above him.

Although Chen Bafang knows the sword technique of using both evil-proofing skills, he is still a newcomer in martial arts. He practices it a few things by himself and has never learned it from a martial arts master.

"I was a little surprised when I was young, and I learned true qi. Unfortunately, I was not talented enough. I only had eighth grades in my life after practicing for most of my life." The patriarch took a sip of Wu Niang Liquid and said modestly.

"So the warriors in the world in the pot are also graded? Isn't that similar to those in the novel?"

Chen Bafang humbly asked the clan leader Fang for advice.

"I am just a mountain villager who knows a little bit of crops and doesn't know much. If the Taoist master wants to learn about martial arts, I will tell you in detail."

According to the clan leader, the martial arts realm is divided into nine grades.

From the lowest ninth rank to the highest first rank.

Above the first grade is the realm of the innate master.

Innate masters can establish sects and recruit disciples to preach.

Looking at the entire Liangzhou, there are not many innate masters.

"I am practicing Taiwu Changsheng Fist, which is difficult to be elegant in the mountains and wild boxing."

Chen Bafang's eyes lit up: "Class leader, I want to practice boxing!"
Chapter completed!