Reborn Pastoral Guiyuan: A Famous Family Warmth Marriage

The three-day wait is an exciting wait for the Al tribe.

Because of Mrs. Farah's pillow talk, the matter of ammunition finally did not fall into Xia Shang's hands. Lord Al wanted to use this incident to test him, but Mrs. Farah rejected them because the matter was serious and inappropriate.

The soldiers of the entire tribe were busy, driving trucks and the lord to pick up the goods at the dock, cheering and cheering, while Xia Shang stood in his house and watched all the hustle and bustle outside that had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, Xia Shang was more like a lion hiding in the dark waiting to kill its prey at any time. In his eyes, the busyness of these people was useless.

In his heart, there was only one thought, to blow up the ammunition of the Al tribe, let the tribe perish quickly, leave here, and return to his wife and children. He thought of Tian Yuan, and every day like this, he missed her crazily.

Outside the door, Mrs. Farah pushed the door and walked in alone. Her footsteps were not deliberately light, as if she was deliberately reminding Xia Shang of her arrival.

Xia Shang didn't look back. After staying in the tribe for a long time, he could naturally distinguish a person with frequent contact through the sound of footsteps and the frequency of footsteps. He knew that it was Mrs. Farah.

"I don't know how you feel now, but I am very happy to see that these broken coppers can destroy this tribe. I have waited for a long, long time for the tribe to die. Come to hope, it will also bring despair to everyone, once the people are left with nothing but despair, then, the day I dream of will come, and I think it will also be the day when you can walk away from this ghostly place that binds your body with your head held high."

In this tribe, only Xia Shang and Farah are looking forward to this day. "I bought this bomb at a high price from other tribesmen. We only have this bomb. Are you sure you can blow up the warehouse?"

Xia Shang glanced at the woman a few steps away from him, and was not surprised to see a grenade being held by Mrs. Farah. What didn't surprise him was the simplicity of the grenade, which was an almost obsolete grenade.

"It's easy." Shang Rong took the grenade and put it away. One grenade is enough to blow up the munitions. You must know that there are flammable materials in the munitions, and only one ignition is needed. Those munitions can be turned into broken copper in an instant. Rotten iron, not to mention, without grenades, he also has other methods.

The tribe’s ammunition was moved to the dusk until it was all finished and entered the warehouse. The person in charge of transporting Shangmen did not stay in the Al tribe, but left the port after unloading the goods.

This night, the Al tribe has a grand sacrifice to pray for the next war, which is the custom of this tribe, and his action will be in the early morning after the sacrifice, at the moment of carnival.

Shangmen, the news of the delivery of the goods came back, everything was within Shangmen's expectation, Shangmen took the initiative to inspect the goods, even if the Lord Al wanted to inspect the goods at the moment, he should take it for Shangmen's sake Just a few words of praise.

When Shang Rong got dressed and came down from the stairs, Tian Yuan was sitting in the living room flipping through a maternity handbook in pure English, with a cup of fresh hot milk in her hand.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going downstairs, she put down the book in her hand, looked up at the person who was going downstairs, and stopped the person who was about to go out, "Third Uncle's birthday is coming, I want to go back to Houkeng Village."