ebookland Chapter 130 I could die laughing
Chapter 130 I could die laughing
"It turns out to be him!"
Chen Dao suddenly realized why the Black Tiger Gang, with whom he had no connection whatsoever, had been targeting him; it turned out they had received information from the owner of Yuan's Pharmacy.
It seems that the wealth I've revealed has attracted the covetous eyes of others!
A dangerous glint flashed in Chen Dao's eyes. He disliked being watched and even more so being treated like a lamb to the slaughter. Since the owner of Yuan's Pharmacy had threatened his life and property, he had no choice but to send him to meet the King of Hell as soon as possible, even if the Yuan family, one of the most powerful families in the county, was behind him.
"Cheng-ge'er".
Chen Dao winked at Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng, who frequently spent time with Chen Dao, naturally knew what this meant. He forcefully twisted the hand holding Qin Jiang's neck.
"Crack!"
The next moment, a crisp sound of bones breaking rang out. Qin Jiang didn't even have time to scream before his eyes gradually lost their luster, and he stopped breathing completely.
Looking at Qin Jiang's corpse, Chen Da and the others exchanged bewildered glances, not out of fear of the dead body, but out of shock at Chen Cheng's power.
Just now, Chen Cheng defeated Qin Jiang, who was wielding a sharp blade, with his bare hands. Chen Da and the others also noticed the small pits that Chen Cheng left on the ground when he stepped on Qin Jiang.
"Cheng-ge'er!"
Chen Jiang asked incredulously, "You're a martial artist?"
"hey-hey!"
Chen Jiang scratched his head and chuckled, "Thanks to Brother Dao, I just became a ninth-grade martial artist a couple of days ago!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Da, Chen Si, Chen Jiang, and the others were all shocked. Although they had already guessed, they were still stunned when they heard Chen Cheng's affirmative answer!
What is a martial artist?
Even in the county town, martial artists are high-ranking figures. As for Xiao Chen Village... they are legendary figures. There are more than 100 households in Xiao Chen Village, and there has never been a martial artist before. Chen Cheng... is the first!
Everyone turned to look at Chen Dao. They noticed Chen Cheng's comment about "thanks to Brother Dao," which meant that Chen Cheng became a martial artist with Chen Dao's help. In fact, even if Chen Cheng hadn't said it, everyone knew that his becoming a martial artist was definitely related to Chen Dao.
Although no one had a concrete idea of how to become a martial artist, it was certain that it required a lot of money. Given how poor Chen Cheng's family was, there was absolutely no possibility of him becoming a martial artist.
"Brother Dao!"
Chen Si's eyes were full of longing: "Do you think I have a chance to become a martial artist?"
Everyone else was also staring intently at Chen Dao, even Chen Da was no exception. There was no way around it; the temptation of becoming a martial artist was just too great.
The identity of a martial artist symbolizes not only a transcendent status, but also immense power!
In today's chaotic world, everyone has an immense desire for power.
Looking at the eager crowd, Chen Dao smiled and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, everyone will have the opportunity to become a martial artist in the future!"
The relationship between Chen Da, Chen Si, Chen Jiang, and Chen Dao has been proven over time. Once the chickens are plentiful, Chen Dao will definitely consider prioritizing their training as martial artists to strengthen the military power of Chen Family Village.
"Great!"
Chen Jiang cheered. For some reason, at this moment he suddenly remembered the young man in brocade clothes he had met at the grain store. Chen Jiang still remembered the young man's disdainful look!
Just wait, once I become a martial artist, let's see if you still dare to look at me like that!
Chen Jiang thought to himself.
Chen Da and the others also looked delighted. Chen Dao always kept his word. Since Chen Dao said he could help them become martial artists, he would definitely not go back on his word. At this moment, everyone couldn't help but imagine what life would be like after becoming martial artists!
"Alright! Everyone, get on the bus and let's head back to the village!"
Chen Dao interrupted everyone's reverie, and after calling them to get on the donkey cart, he headed towards Chenjia Village, leaving behind only thirty-one corpses on the official road.
These corpses would not be wasted; they might belong to passing refugees or wild beasts that roam the night, and they would all be put to use.
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Chenjiacun.
As the donkey cart slowly approached, the villagers who had just finished their farm work and were queuing outside Chen Dao's house to receive steamed buns couldn't help but show envy.
"There's so much stuff on the train! I see brand new fabrics and even grain!"
"Brother Dao'er's family is really wealthy! Every time he goes to the city, he brings back a huge amount of stuff!"
"That's right! I wonder when my family will be able to live a good life like Dao Ge'er."
"..."
Under the envious gazes of the villagers, Chen Dao asked Chen Da and others to help unload all the grain, cloth, and salt from the cart, and then carried them into the house bag by bag.
The villagers made way for Chen Da and the others to carry their things into the house, but their eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of envy.
"That fabric looks like cotton?" Chen Gou looked at the bolts of cloth that Chen Da was carrying and unconsciously tightened his clothes. The clothes he was wearing were the lowest quality linen, patched up, and had very poor insulation, far inferior to cotton.
Chen Gou remembers that when he was a child, his family's standard of living was quite good. Once during the Spring Festival, his mother made him a new outfit out of cotton cloth. That new outfit made Chen Gou happy for several days. He wore it every day and couldn't bear to wash it.
Unfortunately... cotton clothes are a thing of the past. As he grew older, his family's circumstances deteriorated rapidly. Chen Gou had forgotten how long it had been since he had worn cotton clothes. He could only afford patched hemp clothes. The warmth of cotton was now only a fond memory of his childhood.
"This cotton cloth is the finest quality!"
An old woman said, her eyes full of envy. For an elderly person like her, the cold weather was even more terrible, and in this situation, cotton cloth, which had excellent heat retention, was especially desirable.
"Aunt Li is really lucky! To have given birth to such a capable son as Daoge'er."
"Yes! I would be content if my child had half of Daoge's abilities!"
"Don't even mention half of Daoge'er's skills. If my son could have even a tenth of Daoge'er's abilities, I'd be overjoyed!"
"..."
Looking at the things being unloaded from the truck, the villagers were filled with emotion, feeling a sense of pride that a son should be like Chen Dao.
After all, they had witnessed Chen Dao's abilities firsthand. He not only made his own family incredibly wealthy, but he also provided steamed buns for the entire village. If their sons had Chen Dao's abilities, most of the villagers would be overjoyed.
The villagers, with sighs of gratitude, happily accepted the steamed buns distributed by Chen Dao's family, and then returned to their respective homes in twos and threes.