Su Hang was sweating wildly. What did he mean to have been waiting for me for so many years? It was obvious that he just couldn't get married, right?

How many men can bear the violent violent woman? Su Hang is sure that Su Rong has not found someone to marry for so many years. It is definitely not that she doesn’t want to marry, but that she can’t get married at all.

Of course, Su Hang could only think about this in his heart, saying it hurts too much.

"Godfather, I'll be back for one day and I'll have to leave tomorrow." Su Hang said embarrassingly.

Su Youzhi glared at her eyes, "What are you in a hurry to leave? Rongrong finally came back, don't you stay for a few more days?"

"I still have to go to class. This time I'm back on the weekend. I'll only have two days. I have to leave tomorrow." Su Hang laughed dryly.

"You kid, is your wife important or study important?" Su Youzhi looked at her horse and said, perhaps because she felt that she was asking something wrong, "Anyway, I don't care. Rongrong finally came back once, so you can't just run away."

"Mom, help me." Su Hang was helpless and shouted to the kitchen.

My mother ran out in a hurry and looked at the people in the hall in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Mom, Sister Rongrong is coming back!" Su Xi replied.

"Rongrong? Is Rongrong coming back?" When my mother heard this, her face also showed surprise, "That's a good thing. I haven't seen that girl for a long time."

As he said that, his eyes fell on Su Hang's face, "What are you calling?"

Su Hang smiled bitterly.

At the dinner table in the evening, Su Youzhi talked about this matter again. After drinking for three rounds, he also talked about the baby's marriage. Su Hang had never heard of it before.

The key is that the old man at the table was laughing loudly, and the arrow pointed directly at Su Hang, which made Su Hang bruised all over. In the end, Su Hang had to use his ultimate move.

He took out one million to build roads for the production team, and called it a master of making political achievements for Su Youzhi, the production team leader. In the next year's election, he might be able to go to the village to find an official.

By the way, Su Youzhi has been working as the production team leader for more than ten years. In theory, he is not an official at all. He is just the leader elected by the masses. He only has four or five thousand yuan a year subsidies, but he has too much to do.

Therefore, don’t treat the production team leader as a cadre. Su Youzhi is still very prestigious in the team. When he spoke, his parents would probably recognize this relative. Su Hang used the money to build roads. First, he would help the village do something. Second, he would block Su Youzhi’s mouth first.

The effect is surprisingly good. When it comes to road construction, Su Youzhi immediately threw the matter of his daughter aside. There are roads in the team, but it is just a dirt road. It is better not to rain normally, but it becomes a mud pond when it rains. If a layer of cement can be laid, it will be much more convenient.

There are eight production teams in Suxi Village. The second team first connects cement, and his production team leader has a bright face. To put it nicely, it means that the leadership is good. With influence, the village is preparing for a new term. For the next year's election, even if he can't become the village chief, it would be good to be a clerk.

Su Youzhi seemed to see that his spring was coming.

Listening to my godson's tone, that's not ordinary rich. It's like throwing out a million dollars when you say it, just as simple as pulling out a hair from a cow's legs.

The drunkenness was hazy, and Su Youzhi thought that if he could become the village chief next year, he would ask his godson to help the whole village build roads, then go to the village, then ask his godson to build roads for the whole town, and then go to the county.

I have to say that drinking makes people brave. If Su Hang knew what Su Youzhi was thinking, he would definitely sigh, Godfather, you really dare to think about it.

"Xiaohang, you're a promising future. When your godfather becomes the village chief, you will be the crown prince." Su Youzhi burped and reached out to pat Su Hang on the shoulder, looking proud.

"Godfather, are you drunk?" Su Hang was speechless. He had almost two pounds of white wine alone. Hearing these incoherent words, he probably would have to fall down in less than two minutes.

"Fuck, who said I was drunk?" Su Youzhi was displeased and looked at the table with his hands, "It's not the prince, but the production team leader. When the godfather becomes the village chief, you will be the production team leader of our second team. Don't underestimate the godfather's position. Although he is a young official, we are also engaged in the career."

After saying that, he lay on the table and started snoring, leaving only one table with a mess of cups and plates.

My father and Uncle San had been poured into bed long ago. The four men didn't know how much they drank. Anyway, Su Hang was still awake alone. After all, he was a master of martial arts at all levels. He had a strong body and a strong physique. That little alcohol could not affect his thinking.

Out of a little revenge, Su Hang carried Su Youzhi home with kindness and came out of Su Youzhi's family. When he heard his godmother scolding Su Youzhi from the house, Su Hang smiled proudly.

The next day, Su Hang left early in the morning, otherwise Su Youzhi might have to come to him at home again.

By the way, I sent my younger sister to school and left her some elixirs and martial talismans. The small storage ring that Xue Jingtian gave him was also given to her by Su Hang as a gift. Although the space is small, it is just right to use it to hold elixirs and talismans, which is convenient and practical. The little girl has been having fun for a long time.

After giving some advice, Su Hang turned the front of the car and turned the corner to Leshan again. He didn't bring Su Xi with him this time. After all, what he wanted to do was not glorious. We were going to steal the big Buddha.

When I arrived at the scenic spot, I wasted a few dozen yuan in tickets.

Standing at the foot of the towering Buddha, he pulled out the system and scanned it. Su Hang didn't dare to start working immediately. After all, there were many people during the day, so this kind of thing had to be done at night, and he had to study the feasibility.

This is a big project!

Looking up at the Buddha, Su Hang's eyes felt a heat in his eyes. He thought about the plan in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was a genius.

It was still early, and Su Hang went to Lingyun Big Buddha Temple.

After yesterday's incident, the Great Buddha Temple had closed the mountain gate and did not receive tourists anymore. When Monk Damin saw Su Hang again, his legs flashed a few times, thinking that Su Hang was coming to cause trouble for him.

After all, the trick he used yesterday was to fool a girl like Su Xi, but he would definitely not be able to fool Su Hang. If Su Hang gets angry and beat him up, he would not be able to bear it.

Fortunately, Su Hang did not seem to talk to him about yesterday's incident, but just said he would stay for two days. Monk Damin was ashamed of a general amnesty and quickly arranged a room for Su Hang.

"Where is Senior Shen?" Su Hang asked Monk Damin in the wing room.

Monk Damin earned a cup of tea for Su Hang attentively, "This morning, the layman and Senior Song went down the mountain, saying that he was going to travel to Nanyun, and it might take some time to come back."

"Is it so urgent?"

When Su Hang heard this, he shook his head. It must be that Old Lady Song couldn't wait and wanted to go to Nanyun to find revenge on the Witch War Sect. However, there are many masters of the Witch War Sect and have a strong foundation. Although he had a Gu Tianxing, it is not certain that these two people could not get it.

Mr. Xue Wu seems to be in Nanyun too. I wonder if they can meet them. Three innate people come to the door. This time, it may be enough to drink a pot of witchcraft.

"However, the little kid stayed and asked the temple to take care of it." Monk Damin continued to talk, "I am poor as a temple abbot, but I am a nanny for the little kid. But the little kid is not happy. The layman left a message again, asking me to take good care of the little kid. Oh, a headache."

"You mean Xiaoxuan? Old lady Song didn't take him to Nanyun?" Su Hang was stunned for a moment, and felt relieved when he thought about it. Old lady Song went to the witchcraft sect to seek revenge. How could she take that child with such a dangerous place?

At this time, Monk Damin sat down next to Su Hang, his big face was full of seriousness, and he lowered his voice, "Mr. Su, I think the origin of that little kid is probably not simple."

"Well? What do you say?" Su Hang looked at Monk Damin in confusion.

The bald monk Damin got to Su Hang, "Last night, I went to Senior Song's room to deliver hot water. I accidentally heard Senior Song's name for the little baby, and she called the young master of the little baby."

"What?" Su Hang frowned.

Monk Damin was serious, "Although I heard it after I closed the door, my ears are absolutely wise and I will definitely not hear it wrong. Before, I thought that little kid was a junior of Senior Song. Now it seems that Senior Song is very likely to be just a servant of the little kid."

"You are kidding you." Su Hang was a little happy when he heard this. The servant, the eighth-grade Wushen realm, is it funny?

"I don't believe it either." Monk Damin patted his legs, "The little kid is only four or five years old and has no skills at all. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't believe it."

Su Hang pinched his chin. If what Monk Damin said was true, then the origin of the little kid Lin Xiaoxuan is worth exploring. How big is the background to be able to make an eighth-rank Wuzong follow him as a servant?

Looking at the entire China, who can do it?

At least, Su Hang doesn’t know!

The eighth-grade Wushu Sect is absolutely at the peak of the Chinese military ranking. Could it be that there are any powerful forces that you have never heard of?

If you want to let the masters of Wuzong be driven, you are afraid that no matter how few you are, you will get a semi-immortal in the Golden Pill Realm?

In just a moment, Su Hang threw this matter to the old man. No matter what the baby's origin was, it was not his business. He came to Lingyun Big Buddha Temple just to steal the Big Buddha.

"Oh." Monk Damin sighed, "I'm the one who picks up a coin. That child likes to cry and make trouble. I really can't handle him. Mr. Su, you and that little kid seem to have known each other for a long time. Why don't you take it to you for a few days."

When Su Hang heard this, his eyes suddenly glared.

"Uh, I didn't say it, I didn't say it..." Monk Damin was embarrassed, and just looking at his expression, he knew that Su Hang refused, "Then what, you have a good rest, I'll go deal with the affairs in the temple first."

After saying that, Monk Damin quickly left.

This monk Hun wanted to get a bargain when he got the chance. Su Hang really wanted to beat him up.

Finally, wait until night comes.
Chapter completed!