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Chapter 69, Fish farming

After the worship, the men were divided into two groups, one group went to sell wolves, and the other group continued to open up wasteland in the village.

Everyone analyzed last night that wolves usually don't go down the mountain during the day, and they ran into the village yesterday because they were chasing the man. Therefore, Luoxia Village is relatively safe during the day, but it is dangerous at night.

Think about the feeling when you are sleeping soundly in the dead of night, and there is a wolf licking its tongue and staring at you with a faint green stare... Well, just thinking about it will make you crumble.

It was more dangerous to go to the town today than to go to the village, so Qin Zhi wanted to go too, but Han Yan volunteered to go for him.

Han Yan's reason is very good, he is a master of martial arts, one can beat two.

In this way, Qin Zhi went to open up wasteland with a hoe on his shoulder.

Feng Qingluo followed behind him, and he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that this man wanted to carry a wolf even more.

Walking on the road, the blood left by yesterday's fierce battle has dried up, but it is still shocking to watch.

Fortunately, it was wolf blood, not a few drops of human blood.Although the scene of the human-wolf battle yesterday was fierce, Han Yan arrived in time, so all members of the Feng clan had to go home in full.

Passing through a place with wolf blood, Qin Zhi felt that the people behind him hadn't followed, he looked back, and Feng Qingluo was checking the blood.

"Luoluo, what's wrong?"

Feng Qingluo raised her head to look at him when she heard the words, "Do you think it would be better for us to clean up these bloodstains?"

Qin Zhi was thoughtful, and after a while he said, "Wolf holds grudges. If the blood is not cleaned up, it won't affect much, but in order to prevent other wild beasts from running into the village after smelling the smell, let's clean it up."

"Uh-huh."

It has to be said that Qin Zhi's thoughts went with hers.

Qin Zhi immediately shed down to clean up the blood, Feng Qingluo went back to call for help, and soon everyone in the village came to help, digging holes on the spot to bury the blood-stained soil, stones and plants.

After dealing with the blood stains, everyone dispersed and went to open up wasteland.

Feng Qingluo looked thoughtfully at the creek not far away.

Is it possible that she raises fish in the stream?

The more Feng Qingluo thinks about it, the more she feels that this idea is good. Luoxia Village belongs to the upper reaches of this area, and there are no villages further up. This stream flows down from mountain springs. The water quality is good and pollution-free. The fish raised must be delicious. .

This is the fry, where can I buy it?
The original owner and she hadn't been to Qingshui Town a few times together, so there were things in the town that she wasn't familiar with, so it seemed like she had to ask about it.

Feng Hongyu just didn't go to the town today, and he was opening up wasteland not far away at this time.

Feng Qingluo dropped the stone in her hand, and walked towards him with steady steps.

There is no way, grandma repeatedly told him that as the patriarch, he should be calm and stable, and not act frivolously.

"Uncle Wu, I want to ask you something."

Feng Hongyu quickly threw away the hoe, and asked her with a smile on her face, "What are you talking about?"

It's best to let him go to work, he hates land reclamation, it's exhausting.

Feng Qingluo and Zhao Shi glanced at the hoe lying on the ground at the same time, both dumbfounded.

"It's like this. I want to raise fish. Fifth Uncle, you often go to the town. Have you seen where to buy fish fry?" Feng Qingluo cut to the point.

"This...there are people selling fish, fry! I haven't seen it before. Qingshui Town is poor and remote, and there are not many fish sellers." Feng Hongyu shook his head and picked up the hoe again.

It doesn't matter to him whether he raises fish or not, he doesn't know it, and he is not interested.

Just because he's not interested doesn't mean his son isn't interested!

Feng Xin leaned over and asked with a smile: "Sister Patriarch, how do you raise fish? How did you come up with an idea all of a sudden?"

(End of this chapter)