Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 73 They Still Have to Thank Us
"Some foreign stuff related to the alchemy system can be used as an emergency measure to fill the economic shortfall." Yan Huan said.

However, there are many wealthy and famous people who come to Biyou Village to cultivate themselves, and the village is not short of money. This alchemical device can be regarded as a way to please Lao Ma and give him an imported toy to study.

Regarding the weapon-refining skills contained in the Eye of Horus, Yan Huan did not think that it could surpass the "Divine Machine Hundred Refinings", but there are exceptions to everything. Who can guarantee that there are no relics of old monsters in the old parchments in foreign countries?

“It’s a very sophisticated protective magic weapon.” Ma Xianhong pieced together the broken golden pupil, and his Qi followed the broken magic weapon to construct a circuit, and he figured out its use.

"Brother Yan!" Ma Xianhong squeezed the golden pupil, looking extremely confident, "I am an expert in refining equipment. There is nothing that cannot be repaired in front of the divine machine. I will return this protective magic weapon to you after I have refined it."

"With the protective magic weapon, you sorcerers should be able to improve further."

"But I still have the matter of the self-cultivation furnace to deal with. Some things are difficult to take care of. I'm afraid you will have to stay in Biyou Village for a few more days."

Yan Huan's expression became more and more strange. He shook his head and patted Lao Ma's shoulder.

There really are such real people in this world. They don't covet anything from the outside world, and they don't desire anything. They just devote all their efforts to their ideal cause.

Yan Huan couldn't help feeling bitter and sad when he thought that next year a group of murderers and arsonists would come to torment this honest man.

If you really want to be bullied to that extent, you might as well be kind-hearted.

Smashed his stove in advance.

The feeling of a semi-finished product that is just starting out and a semi-finished product that is about to be completed when being hit is definitely different.

good!
"Brother Yan, why are you in a daze? Have you thought of something?"

"Ah..." Yan Huan came back to his senses, "Nothing, just a small thing, I was in a trance for a moment."

"If you have any difficulties, you might as well speak up and we can work together to find a solution." Ma Xianhong said frankly.

Yan Huan shook his head.

This is not something you can say. If you say it, I'm afraid a fight will break out on the spot.

Besides, Yan Huan just had a little bit of evil thoughts and had not decided to put them into action.

After all, the self-cultivation furnace is also a path, a path where the boundaries between good and evil are blurred. At least with Yan Huan's current identity, he is not qualified to ask about it.

What Yan Huan is doing now is just bringing out what Ma Xianhong has done and what he is about to do. The choice is still in Ma's hands.

However, wanting to create a world without differences and conflicts is asking too much of people. Just like Yang Zhu's theory of "whole nature", if one is not careful and there is a deviation in understanding, it will lead to a path of no return.

"Since you have nothing else to do, let me introduce Brother Yan."

Ma Xianhong extended his hand and introduced the top ten people with the highest aptitude in Biyou Village. They were the mediocre old man Bi Yuan, the evil Zhao Guizhen, the boy Liu Wukui, the golden bloodline Hari Chagai, the earth-walking fairy Zhang Kun, Ding Zihuan, Zhong Xiaolong, Fu Rong...
Of course there is also the white-haired classmate that everyone likes, Qiu Rang.

They are all familiar faces.

All of the top ten people with the best aptitude are talented, especially Harichagai, Liu Wukui, and Mr. Bi who claims that he has done nothing all his life. It is not an exaggeration to call these three "geniuses". It is a blessing for Ma Xianhong to be able to gather them here.

If Lao Ma had not lost the "degree" that Zhuge Qing mentioned, it would be hard to say how far he could have gone.

Looking at the group of people, Yan Huan clasped his fists and said, "Chu Ma Xian'er, Yan Huan."

Everyone responded one by one. Liu Wukui clasped his fists and whispered to Fu Rong beside him, "He's a handsome guy. I wonder how long he can stay in the village? The average appearance of the people in the village has finally been raised!"

Fu Rong folded her arms and stared at Yan Huan intently.

"He's handsome, but I always feel like something is missing."

Liu Wukui was stunned. Will the physique that attracts scumbags automatically filter out handsome men who are not scumbags?
Yan Huan clasped his fists again. Looking at the outstanding people among them, they would basically have jobs in the government once the Biyou Village incident was over.

After all, we are all employed now, and we all have a bright future. That’s great!

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In order to wait for Ma Xianhong to repair the spiritual flag, Yan Huan stayed in Biyou Village.

This isolated village always reminds Yan Huan of the small house in Northeast China. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, this place is a pure land. Everyone works from sunrise to sunset and rests from sunset to sunrise, following the laws of nature while also conforming to the principles of yin and yang. It is comfortable and tranquil, and is indeed a good place for cultivation.

In addition to his morning and evening homework, Yan Huan would wander around the village from time to time, and occasionally guest-star as a lecturer in late-night classes. However, within a week, his prestige gradually rose among some people in the village.

Strangely enough, apart from this group, those who had attended a lecture, or had never attended at all, had strong hostility towards Yan Huan. For a time, the opinions of Biyou Village about him were polarized.

Some people think that this person has a calm mind, unfathomable strength, and is very comfortable to get along with, and is a true seeker of truth; while others think that this person is pretentious, likes to talk nonsense, and is a paper tiger with a strong mouth.

Rumors spread very quickly in the village. Some people knew about the self-cultivation furnace and thought that Yan Huan was trying to interrupt people's cultivation, which was extremely despicable.

However, Yan Huan still didn't care about external comments. He just acted according to circumstances, being extremely empty and keeping quiet. He had the mentality of the ancient hermits who "picked chrysanthemums by the eastern fence".

"Huan'er, Huan'er, where have you been, my brother Huan!"

On this day, Yan Huan was lazy and slept until noon. Before he went out, he heard Liu Wukui shouting loudly outside the yard. He heard the voice before he saw the person.

This girl is lively and energetic with a straightforward personality. She is the type of person Yan Huan likes to associate with the most. Within a few days, the two of them became close friends.

boom!
Before Yan Huan opened the door to welcome the guest, Liu Wukui rushed in dragging a large sack.

"What's wrong, Kui'er?" Yan Huan asked casually while rinsing his mouth.

"Oh my god, my brother is awesome! These days, toilet paper and montmorillonite powder are selling like crazy. Where is the next business opportunity? Calculate it for me, Brother Huan!"

Pooh!
Yan Huan spat and wiped it with a towel.

This little girl is obsessed with money.

"Plasters, bruises wine, crutches, stretchers, wheelchairs, insecticides, swelling-reducing ointments...you can buy whatever you want. Buy whatever can help people avoid bad luck."

Swish swish!
Liu Wukui took a pen and wrote it down quickly. After writing for a while, she pouted her lips and held the pen between her lips and nostrils, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"I have something to say. This isn't like you." Yan Huan sat opposite him and rummaged through the large sack, only to find that it was filled with emergency antidiarrheal drugs.

"I'm not saying anything, Brother Huan, but since you came here, strange things have been happening in this village. Take Qiu Rang for example. When he was jumping around in public in the village square, he couldn't hold back a fart..."

"Kui'er!" Yan Huan interrupted Liu Wukui's speech.

"Then let's not talk about disgusting things. Brother Huan, things are so strange here. I have bought the goods just right, and people are almost thinking of me as a lucky boy. But guess what they think of you?"

"A disaster star." Yan Huan said bluntly. After all, the strange things happened after he arrived, so it was no surprise that he was questioned.

"This is not fair. It was you who calculated the amount, and I got all the benefits. This is not right! Let's go, Brother Huan. I still have some authority here, so I have to clear things up for you."

"Otherwise I won't be happy with the money I earn."

"I know this is all an accident, but I have to let the villagers thank you. You calculated all this."

Liu Wukui took Yan Huan's arm and dragged him towards the gate.

Yan Huan didn't know what to say, and his heart moved.

Did you hear that? Zhengyang, righteousness, justice, uprightness, righteousness...

They have to thank us!

(End of this chapter)