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Chapter 112 Need 300 catties of non-poisonous roasted chestnuts

"Hey Zhou, are you even a man? If you've got the guts, come out and fight me! Don't hide behind a woman!"

Brave!

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng dismounted from the carriage and jumped onto the roof to see who this brave man was!

Zhou Ye did indeed come out, and looking at the other person's young face, he said, "I, Zhou Ye, do not kill nameless people. State your name."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ye cooperated so readily. The man said smugly, "I am Zhao Long from Huangshan!"

Zhou Ye nodded, turned his head, and said to Wanwan, who was sitting on the carriage shaft eating melon seeds, "Did you hear that? Send someone to Huangshan to investigate. Once you find out what's going on, kill them all, leave no one alive."

Zhao Long panicked: "You surnamed Zhou, what—what do you mean?"

Zhou Ye glanced at him: "Wasn't my meaning clear enough? Fine, let me put it bluntly: send people to Huangshan to investigate your family, your sect, and so on. Once they find out and understand the situation, kill them all. Young Hero Zhao, do you understand?"

"You—you—"

"Can we begin?"

"You surnamed Zhou, prepare to die!"

"Bang!"

Zhao, the young hero from Huangshan, with his acquired cultivation level, would have had a hard time dodging Zhou Ye's powerful attack. However, what chilled the hearts of the spectators was not his tragic death, but Zhou Ye's attitude just now.

Want a challenge? Sure, come on over!

But the consequences of failing the challenge will not only kill you, but also your entire family, and even your entire sect!

Not all people in the martial arts world are orphans. Even if you are an orphan, you still have a sect, right? There aren't many orphans like Linghu Chong of the Huashan Sect who don't care about their sect at all.

So the young heroes' enthusiasm for the challenge cooled down, and after witnessing Zhou Ye's move firsthand, they realized they couldn't break through it; the speed was just too fast.

Back in the carriage, he continued telling his daughters stories of Prince Charming on a white horse. Unfortunately, they weren't buying it at all. Even the youngest, Zhou Zhao, thought that if anyone dared to ride a white horse and say such explicit things in front of her, she would call for her father and have him slap that person to death.

Zhou Ye was very satisfied!

He praised his daughters' idea, saying: "When something like this happens, Daddy is always there when you call!"

The same blond hair can become a prince when riding a white horse, and a delinquent when riding a motorcycle. The difference between these two is quite significant!

The inn that the Zhou family ran at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain had long since closed to the public. After a dozen or so carriages stopped in the backyard, the children were finally free. They touched and looked around, and then sat there neatly waiting for dinner. After dinner, their parents would take them out for a stroll.

Were only members of the Zhou family among those who came out?

Yes, they are all from the Zhou family, but there are more than just a few young people on Zhou Mountain. Over the years, quite a few have graduated. Those who are not very good at martial arts but have brains are naturally sent to learn how to manage industries and build intelligence networks.

Those who are good at martial arts but not so bright should stay at home and patrol the mountains when they have nothing to do, bury bones, or act as bodyguards for those classmates who are not so good at martial arts but are bright.

Those who were skilled in martial arts and intelligent were all managed by Huang Rong, who taught them miscellaneous skills or simply disappeared into seclusion.

Just like now, the street looks lively, but 80% of these small vendors are Zhou family members. If anyone tries to take advantage of the crowd and chaos to attack the Zhou family, they will find that an accident will definitely happen faster than their actions.

The little ones weren't crazy. Although they were happy, they would never stray too far from their mother. In fact, the older brothers would intentionally or unintentionally keep their younger sisters by their side.

Zhou Ye was very satisfied!

The Zhou family children are not expected to be very successful, but they must be loving and affectionate towards their family. Therefore, whenever Zhou Ye has the opportunity, he will try to make a lot of money for the family, so that they will know from a young age that the Zhou family is never short of money, and therefore there is no need for them to scheme for money.

Looking back, Zhou Ye realized that her education had been very effective, and she was quite satisfied with herself.

In other words, Xiao Feng couldn't hear his thoughts, otherwise the Dragon Subduing Palm would have descended from the sky!

"Our people have gone up the mountain, but Shaolin is guarding it very tightly, and no news has leaked out. It seems that Shaolin wants to regain its reputation as the 'number one sect' this time. Also, Master Zhang didn't come down the mountain. This time, it was Master Song and his son, Zhang Wuxia, who came. As for the Ming Cult—"

"There's no need to pay attention to the Ming Cult. As long as they don't provoke us, we won't interfere with their affairs. Speaking of which, Yang Dingtian was quite respectful back then, and he was an honest man. Perhaps we can lend a hand in secret, but only once."

Huang Rong nodded: "Okay, it's good that you know what's going on. It seems no one will attack us. Let's play a little longer and then go back to rest."

"good----"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ye's expression suddenly changed, and his figure vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he landed right behind the young lady, Zhou Mo, in front of her, at a stall selling roasted chestnuts.

"Grandma, I want to buy—" The young woman thought about the number of people in her family and their appetites, then made her decision: "Give me two hundred catties of roasted chestnuts!"

The Zhou family is generous with their money!

They don't even ask the price, they just ask for the quantity.

If it were a normal street vendor, the iron pot would be sparking by now. Two hundred pounds of food would normally take ten days to half a month to sell.

But this one in front of us is clearly not normal.

Upon hearing the little girl's words, the old woman behind the stall was taken aback at first, then grabbed a few roasted chestnuts and said, "Little girl, you try some first—"

She didn't say anything more because Zhou Ye arrived. He looked down at the old woman and the few roasted chestnuts in her hand without uttering a word.

Zhou Mo was unaware that her father was right behind her. Instead of reaching out to take the chestnuts, she looked at the roasted chestnuts in the other woman's hand and suddenly frowned: "Grandma, why did you put poison in them? Roasted chestnuts are so delicious. If you poison them, they can't be eaten. Isn't that a waste?"

The old woman's face changed instantly!

To poison a girl in front of her father, and for the girl to see through it—this scene is rather awkward.

Zhou Ye remained silent with a dark expression, but the old woman could feel herself being surrounded by murderous intent.

Fortunately, she was sensible enough to take back the poisoned roasted chestnuts and replace them with the non-poisoned ones. This time, Zhou Mo took them, cracked one open, tasted it, and her big eyes immediately narrowed: "Delicious! Grandma, I want these non-poisoned ones, two hundred, no, three hundred catties!"

Three hundred catties — how long would it take me to cook that?

Just as she was preparing to reduce the quantity by lowering the price, Zhou Ye spoke up: "Gongsun Lan, didn't you hear what my daughter said? Three hundred catties, not a single ounce less. If you're short even a ounce, I'll make up the difference with parts from your body."

No question, let's cook it!

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