As he spoke, someone knocked at the door.

After the middle-aged man got up and opened the door, he was the one who sent Hong Xin to the infirmary.

"It's nothing but hunger." Said the man.

"Well, this kind of person can't eat and drink too much. First, cook some hot porridge and let her have a rest in the infirmary for half a day. When I'm finished, I'll send them home together." Said the middle-aged man.

"But..." He glanced at Qin fan and said in a low voice, "we have orders. No outsiders are allowed..."

In fact, he wanted to say that the ancient family had orders that no outsider was allowed to enter the village, let alone stay.

But he was interrupted by the middle-aged man with a wave: "I have a sense of propriety, you go down first."

After the man left, the middle-aged man turned around, went to Qin fan and asked, "what's your name?"

Qin fan a Leng, said: "summer."

"Well, my name is yunnanfeng. Just call me uncle Feng." Said the middle-aged man.

Cloud family?

When Qin fan heard that Yan's heart was full of waves. He thought that the Yun family would be dead and injured in the plague. Even with the virus vaccine he sent, not many of them could survive. It would take a long time for them to recover completely.

But now, the village has been deployed for a long time, and the cloud family has also sent people to stay here, and they have not been affected by the plague.

"Uncle Feng." Qin fan stood up and called quickly.

Uncle Feng waved his hand, looked up and down at Qin fan, and said, "come with me."

Qin fan followed Uncle Feng, left the house and went straight to the rice farm in the middle of the village.

The rice field is not very big, about half of the football field.

There are dozens of earth houses around, which are in a round shape and firmly protected in the middle.

If you want to enter the rice field, you must go through these earth houses.

Qin fan even suspected that yunzihuan's action should have failed. After all, it looks very normal here. With yunzihuan's transformed body destructive power, if there is a battle, the scene should not be so calm.

There are "villagers" walking around.

They dress like villagers, but the posture and momentum of walking have nothing to do with the villagers.

Seeing outsiders coming into the village, these people gathered around curiously to find out.

"Can you push this millstone?"

Uncle Feng takes Qin fan to the center of the rice field and points to the grinding plate in the middle.

Qin fan took a look and said, "I don't know. It has to be several hundred jin. It's not easy to push."

"Try it." Uncle Feng said.

Qin fan nodded, rolled up his sleeves under the attention of the "villagers", put his hands on the snow covered millstone and pushed forward.

With his current strength, he can push the millstone with one hand, and even lift it easily if he has a strong point.

But it's too weird.

He controlled his strength, pushed the millstone hard with both hands, held his breath, and his face turned red. Then his legs seemed to be slipping on the ground because of excessive force.

Seeing this, everyone shook their heads.

This scene fell into Qin fan's eyes. What do they mean? Are they all powerful enough to shake the millstone easily and feel disappointed in themselves?

Think of this, he suddenly roared, and heard a "creak" strange noise, the grinding plate, was shaken.

Then it was pushed forward by half a meter.

The crowd opened their eyes wide in surprise. It was a piece of cake for them to push the millstone. However, the millstone weighed hundreds of kilograms. The millstone was covered on the concrete floor with great friction. Even a Hercules would not perform better than Qin fan.

"Hoo

Qin fan sat down on the ground, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, gasped heavily, and looked like he was about to die.

"Interesting."

Uncle Feng looked at Qin fan with great interest and asked, "your strength is not small, just working on the construction site? No one wants you to do anything else? "

Qin fan shook his head, continued to gasp and said: "no, I was very strong when I was a child. When I was in junior high school, those adults in the village were not my opponents. They said that I was born to do farm work. With me, I didn't even have to use the old cow. I could do it myself."

"Ha ha ha!"

A burst of hearty laughter broke out in the village.

"Natural power, it's kind of interesting." Uncle Feng looked at Qin fan, nodded, and then raised his hand to a young onlooker and said, "Lao Jiu, you two have to move your wrist. Who won..."

Uncle Feng wanted to reward him with an ancient jade he had collected for many years, but when he looked at Qin fan, he changed his mind.

"Well, you two pull the wrist, two wins in three games, who wins, a million in cash, how about that?"

A million?

After hearing this figure, all the "villagers" around turned their lips, especially the young man named Lao Jiu, who turned black and obviously didn't care.Only Qin fan widened his eyes and said, "one million! It's enough for me to build a four story villa in my hometown and buy a car. I'll do it! "

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