MTL - The Rise Of The Tamer Family-Chapter 96 dark moon night

Now that the plan to steal the cinnamon has been made, the Song family should make preparations early.

Stealing cinnamon soil is not as simple as talking about it. Intelligence work, hiding places and future negotiations need to be prepared in advance.

When the Song family was about to steal the cinnamon soil, the aristocratic families in Jiangzhou also sent strong men to come to Chencheng to buy food.

With the satisfactory departure of one noble family head, the number of spirit stones in the Chen family's warehouse also increased.

After all the aristocratic families left the Chen family, Chen Yang hurriedly counted the spiritual stones he obtained this time, "Now there are 123 ninth-rank families in Jiangzhou."

"Excluding our Nanyang County, there are still 116 ninth-grade noble families left. Each family has 50 pieces of spiritual stones, and the total is 5,800 pieces."

"Excluding 30% of what was given to the little prince, we still have less than 4,000 yuan left."

The more he counts, the brighter the light in Chen Yang's eyes. This is just the grain harvested in the four cities. If the entire Nanyang County is spread, the spirit stones sold at that time will not be counted in thousands.

"Elder, give Zhou's business a message and say that you can search for the cubs of high-level bloodline monsters for me. We are not short of money." Chen Yang smiled.

"Okay." Chen Xuan couldn't hide his smile.

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Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, the powerhouses sent out by various families to buy food from the Chen family also officially returned to each city.

Qiancheng is an unremarkable city in Jiangzhou.

Although there is not much arable land, the weather is good and rainy on weekdays, so there is no need to worry about food and drink.

But the sudden famine was a devastating blow to this ordinary city.

Countless victims curled up in the corners, motionless, for nothing else, just wanting to consume less and last longer for a while.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

In an inconspicuous place in the north of Qiancheng, an eight-year-old boy was holding his stomach and looking at his mother with aggrieved expression.

Seeing her withered face and prominent ribs, her mother gritted her teeth and brought out a porcelain bowl from the house.

In the bowl, there is a bowl of porridge in name.

The reason why it is nominal is that there are only a handful of rice grains in this porridge, which is no different from a bowl of water.

But such a bowl of porridge may become the life-saving ration for this family.

The child held the bowl and devoured the porridge, halfway through, looking at the mother who kept pursing her lips.

The child thought for a while, then handed the bowl to his mother, "Mom, you drink too."

Seeing this, the mother smiled and rubbed the child's head, "You drink, mom is not hungry. And dad is looking for something to eat. I guess we can have a good meal tonight."

This so-called good is nothing more than some bark that can feed the stomach.

Even so, a smile appeared on the child's face, because now, even the bark may not be there.

"Ugh!"

Mother sighed faintly, then looked at the eaves of her own house, this world is forcing people to die.

It's okay to die, but my child...

Thinking of this, my mother's eyes filled with tears, he is still so young, is that so...

Thinking of this, my mother couldn't help twitching. When the child saw this, he quickly got up and wiped away the tears from his mother's eyes with his tender hands.

Although he is small, he also understands the truth, and their family is afraid that they will not be able to survive.

"Fuck it, it's a good thing."

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter, and a man with messy hair and a thin face, with his trouser belt tied to his stomach, ran over with a smile.

Seeing this, the mother quickly wiped away her tears, and then asked with a smile, "Dad, what's so good?"

"There is food... there is food!" the child's father said excitedly.

"Food? Where is it?" The mother is also not calm. If there is food, her son can survive!

"It's the Qian family. The Qian family bought food from a ninth-grade family called the Chen family. Now they serve porridge at the gates of the city."

"Really? Let's hurry over there." Immediately, the mother held the child's hand and followed the father at a trot all the way to the gate of Beicheng.

North Gate.

The old man who was in charge of cooking porridge couldn't help swallowing when he saw the black victims in front of him.

Although he is a powerhouse of the eighth level of Qi practice, he is still a little afraid that these hungry victims with green eyes will swallow themselves alive.

Immediately, the Qian family was full of spiritual energy and shouted: "Don't crowd, everyone has food."

"Starting today, my Qian family will not starve to death again!"

"Although there is not much food now, everyone can barely survive. But I promise everyone that in five months, the food of the Chen family will be delivered here, and everyone will be able to eat enough by then!"

Listening to the words of the elder Qian's family, all the victims were silent for a moment, and then shouted in unison: "Long live the Qian family! Long live the Qian family! Long live the Qian family!"

At the same time, the Chen family was also remembered by this group of people.

According to the Qian family, the Chen family does not seem to be short of food. What kind of paradise is the place ruled by the Chen family.

Even though the Qian family had set up many disaster relief sites, the disaster relief still took place at night.

After distributing the food equally to the last person, the old Qian Family looked up at the sky tiredly, "Today's sky seems to be much darker than before."

At the same time, Chen Cheng, a shadow, sneaked in quietly.

Looking at the brightly lit Chen family in front of him, the ancestor of the Song family couldn't help but said, "Let's have a carnival. After today, it's no big deal for your Chen family."

"When I take away your cinnamon soil, and then unite with other noble families to suppress your Chen family, even if your family owner is the apprentice of the prince, it will not save you!"

"This world, after all, still respects strength."

After a sigh, the ancestor of the Song family entered the Chen family, and according to the information, the place where the Chen family cinnamon was located, galloped away.

What made Song Laozu a little confused was that he had not encountered any obstacles along the way~www.novelbuddy.com~.

At this moment, in the Chen family's discussion hall, Chen Xuan smiled and said by candlelight: "The ancestor of the Song family never imagined that our Chen family has a bloodline warrior like Chen Xuan."

"His every move is under our surveillance."

Chen Yang followed with a smile and said, "I would like to see the expression of the ancestor of the Song family after seeing Master Daoxuan."

"Assessing the time, it's almost the same. Great elder, as masters, we should also go and see the guests."

In the Chen family, outside a courtyard, the Song family patriarch confirmed it again and again until he was sure that he had not found the wrong yard, and couldn't help but smile: "This Chen family said that Potian is only a ninth-rank family, and there are not enough strong guards."

"For such an important place, I can come and leave if I want. Unfortunately, Chen Yang is still the apprentice of the Prince of Deshun. Otherwise, the Chen family will be completely wiped out this time."

Immediately, Old Ancestor Song no longer hesitated, used the spiritual energy in his hand, and then directly pushed the door and entered.