"Mr. Jiang, it's early!"

"Did Mr. Jiang have a meal?"

"Mr. Jiang, come to my house for dinner..."

"Mr. Jiang..."

In the mountain village, Jiang Mu walked in a small alley. The villagers who met him along the way greeted him warmly, both old and young.

Zheng Wei followed Jiang Mu and said with a smile: "Brother, how about it? It's good to copy it!"

"It's pretty good." Jiang Mu smiled slightly.

"I told you that you would definitely like this place after staying here for a while. Look how popular you are. Oh, I tell you, these days, several mother-in-laws have been asking me if you have gotten married?" Zheng Wei said with a smile: "How about it, brother, do you have any girl you like? Don't joke. As long as you like, the girl in our copycat, you will definitely be able to marry her in just one word. Brother, you haven't gotten married either. Otherwise, let's marry one in our copycat?"

Jiang Mu gave Zheng You's glance and said, "Don't worry about my business. Just think about how to deal with your Yao Shimei. If you ask you to read more books in your daily life, you don't believe it. Every time I write a letter, I ask me to write it for you. Can I still marry her for you?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Mu had a headache.

More than three months ago, Tan Zhiyao sent a letter to copy the village.

Jiang Mu replied to a letter for Zheng Wei, explaining the matter with Tan Yunnan. After Wei tactfully expressed that it had no effect on the engagement between them, Tan Zhiyao began to send letters every few days.

Every time he wrote a letter, Zheng Yiwei asked Jiang Mu to reply to him.

Something that had nothing to do with him made Jiang Mu feel that he was in an online relationship with Tan Zhiyao.

"Oh, brother," Zheng Weiwei said in a daze: "Isn't there any way to do this? In our entire village, you are the only scholar. If you don't ask you for help, who do I find? For my younger brother's happiness, you should work harder!"

"Hard work," Jiang Mu even more upset and said, "You are so embarrassed to mention hard work. You know how to practice martial arts every day. You throw all the things in the village to me. Do you really think I'm a tough guy?"

"Hehe," Zheng Wei grinned, scratched his head, and said, "Brother, this is really not my intention to tired you. You also know the situation of the copycat, and I know my abilities. If you don't help me, I really can't help it."

"You have to be busy even if you can't be busy," said Jiang Mu. "The copycat will be handed over to you soon. You have to do many things. Do you want me to be the leader of this village for you?"

"It's not impossible."

"Get out!"

"Okay!"

…………

In a small courtyard.

Zheng Sandao was waving a big knife, but after just a few waves, the wounds of his body began to hurt. He had to put down the big knife, sit on the stool, and sighed: "This man is not allowed to accept his old age. When he was young, he had suffered even more serious injuries than this. He has not seen that he cannot recover after so long!"

Han Yao took a cloak and put it on Zheng Sandao, saying, "No one in the world can escape birth, old age, sickness and death. Only when one generation grows up can the next generation grow up."

"That's true," Zheng Sandao threw the big knife aside and said, "San, the situation of the copycat has been fine recently, right?"

Han Yao nodded and said, "Everything is fine. The only child is constantly taking over various affairs. He has made rapid progress, his martial arts are progressing well, and the recovery of the copycat is also very good."

Zheng Sandao picked up a cup of tea, blew it gently, and said, "If this kid hadn't been almost dead this time, he would have seen no one day."

Han Yao smiled and said, "Young people are like this, it's not too late to calm down now." Having said this, Han Yao paused for a while and suddenly asked, "Brother, what do you think of Jiang Zibai?"

"You said Mr. Jiang," Zheng Sandao put down the teacup and said, "It's amazing. I won't talk about my cultivation. I just talk about this person's ability, an absolute talent. The only thing I told me is that the ability of the copycat can recover so quickly is basically due to Mr. Jiang's righteous help. If it weren't for him, the copycat would have been a pot of porridge."

Zheng Sandao suddenly wondered: "Why, third brother, you suddenly asked this? Is there something wrong? Or is there any conflict between you and Mr. Jiang?"

"That's not," Han Yao shook his head and said, "Mr. Jiang is very suitable for dealing with people and things. He handles all matters in a small and small manner in the village in an orderly manner and has a very good personality. What conflicts can I have with him."

"Then why did you suddenly ask this?" Zheng Sandao asked in confusion.

Han Yao sighed and said, "But, it's because Mr. Jiang has done a great job that I am worried in my heart, brother, Mr. Jiang is too capable!"

Zheng Sandao frowned and said, "Lao San, what do you mean?"

Han Yao hesitated for a moment and said, "There are some villains when you say this, but, brother, I have to say that Mr. Jiang is too capable and almost perfect. Such a person may not be a good thing for us in such a small village!"

"Let's talk about it now. Mr. Jiang has been in the parody for only a few months. But no one in the parody knows that he is an amazing person, a leader of all sizes. No one is dissatisfied with him. He said a word, and he could even compare with your elder brother."

"I don't doubt Mr. Jiang's character, nor do I think he will have some intentions about the copycat. However, if this continues, after a long time, who is the copycat? "

"Brother, although the only child is good in all aspects, if he is with Mr. Jiang, who can see the Unique? In fact, the Unique has done a lot of things for the counterfeit during this period, but look, does anyone know who cares? After all, with Mr. Jiang here, no matter what he does, it is equivalent to not!"

Speaking of this, Han Yao sighed long and said, "A person like Mr. Jiang should not be left in such a small copycat, after all..."

After all, Han Yao didn't say anything anymore.

However, Zheng Sandao knew what Han Yao was going to say.

After all, the copycat was to be passed on to Zheng Wei.

After all, there is only one person in the copycat.

After all, the longer Mr. Jiang is in the parody, the less Zheng’s only place will be.

After all, people's minds change and are difficult to guess.

Zheng Sandao opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak at the same time.

Jiang Mu had great kindness to Luofeng Mountain, but it was not an ordinary kindness, especially to his father and son, which was equivalent to recreation.

Could you let yourself burn the bridge for your benefactor?
Chapter completed!