The Grand Tutor didn't meet Feng Qingzi, but Ma Fuquan did.
Although Feng Qingzi had never seen Ma Fuquan, he remembered Ma Fuquan's voice. When Ma Fuquan led his men into the manor that night, his body had been smashed to pieces by Jian Ning, and he was possessed by a dead man at that time.
When he passed by Ma Fuquan, he saw him talking to a villager who was collecting saltpeter. He thought his voice sounded familiar, and after passing by him, he remembered that he was the head constable in the county government. So he turned around and glanced at Ma Fuquan.
Ma Fuquan's voice was deep, powerful, and very magnetic. He was also good-looking and had a righteous look on his face. Feng Qingzi decided to choose him.
It's not just because Ma Fuquan's body is more handsome than Lao Wu's, but more importantly, Ma Fuquan is a constable and has martial arts skills. How can a farmer like Lao Wu compare to him!
Having made up his mind, he charged towards Ma Fuquan's back, intending to force his way into Ma Fuquan's body. However, he never expected that he would not be able to escape from Lao Wu's body, and just as he was about to collide with him, his Soul Moving Technique failed.
"Ding Laowu! Are you crazy?" A villager saw him deliberately bumping into Ma Fuquan and shouted loudly.
Ma Fuquan reacted incredibly quickly. As the villagers shouted, he rolled to the side and got out of the way. Feng Qingzi crashed headfirst into the earthen wall.
The wall dust fell down in a flurry.
"You haven't spent enough time in jail, have you?" When he rushed towards Ma Fuquan, Ma Fuquan had already heard the noise behind him and thought that a villager came to question him. He didn't expect it to be Lao Wu, and he didn't expect Lao Wu to dare to cause trouble.
Feng Qingzi was completely frustrated, but he immediately understood one thing: Hua Xinzi had no good intentions when she gave him the Soul Transferring Technique cultivation manual. The back of the manual contained the method for refining the Tianlong Regeneration Pill, but a few pages were missing.
He suddenly understood that the missing pages probably stated that the Soul Transfer Technique could only be practiced by virgin boys. Once the instructions were broken, the Soul Transfer Technique would become ineffective.
At this moment, he wished he could tear Lu apart alive!
"There's something wrong with this guy?" Seeing him staring blankly with a fierce look on his face, the villagers who had just shouted at him looked at Ma Fuquan and said, "Is Ding Laowu possessed by an evil spirit? Look at his eyes, they're wide open, like he's stupid."
Ma Fuquan also felt that something was wrong with him and was about to interrogate him when Feng Qingzi came to his senses. Without his soul-transferring technique, he dared not expose himself. If something unexpected happened and his soul could not leave his body, he would die along with his physical body.
He glared at Ma Fuquan coldly and resentfully, then walked away without saying a word.
"It seems this person holds a grudge against you."
"Let him be. Don't worry about him. Hurry up and scrape more saltpeter. We have a lot of work to do this afternoon."
Ma Fuquan's mind is now full of side jobs to make extra money. In addition to ammonium nitrate to ripen crops, he also wants to generate electricity to make light bulbs. Not only can he raise funds to set up a special police team, but he can also make some contribution to the ancient people. Why not do it?
He was busy with his career with great enthusiasm, while Feng Qingzi wanted to destroy everything in the world. The more he thought about the fact that he would have to survive in the world under the guise of Lao Wu from now on, the angrier he became.
Having this body was one thing, but what irritated him most was the loss of his Soul Transfer Technique. Standing on the village road leading to town, he was lost in thought, then slowly became excited. Without the Soul Transfer Technique, he could still continue to create spaces. As long as he created a portable space, the Soul Transfer Technique would be gone.
Having figured it out, he strode towards the town.
When Feng Qingzi arrived in town, Lu had already washed and dried the sheets. She, Liu, and Gao started preparing lunch.
Mrs. Meng had no time to deal with her at the moment. Old Ding was lying on the bed groaning and groaning. Mrs. Meng couldn't understand why the children from the first, second and fifth rooms all went to the ancestral hall to have a good meal, but everyone else was fine, except Old Ding who had a stomachache.
She had just started nagging when Old Ding started cursing, "How can it be the same as mine, how can it be the same? I don't need you to serve me, so shut up your dung pit!"
"I didn't say anything, I just kept muttering a few words." Meng shrank her neck and cursed the old man in her heart, "Who told you to be greedy? You deserve it!"
But she still had to find ways to comfort him, "The eldest brother's wife is making some herbal medicine. He'll be fine after drinking a few bowls. The eldest brother should be back in a few days. When he comes back with the money, I'll have them make you whatever you want to eat."
Thinking that the boss would be returning soon with a ton of silver, Old Ding felt his stomach ache ease. He had several bowel movements that morning and rubbed his stomach. He said, "According to the date, the boss and the others should be in Zhuling County by now, right?"
"Aunt! Aunt!" Before Meng could respond to Old Ding's words, her eldest brother's little daughter came running over with a sad face. "Something happened, Aunt. We can't sell the grain. They won't accept it anymore. My mother has fainted at home. What should we do?"
"What? What did you say?" Old Ding suddenly sat up from the bed. Mrs. Meng was also furious and grabbed her niece. "What are you yelling about? Where did you hear that news? Don't tell anyone nonsense. It could cost someone's life!"
Her niece stamped her feet and cried, "Who's talking nonsense? Who's talking nonsense? Go find out for yourself, it's all over town! My mother woke up and said it was your family that started this. You have to compensate for all our losses. If you don't have the money, you can mortgage your house!"
"Oh my god!" Meng slapped her hands on her legs and screamed at the top of her lungs, "What should I do? All the family money has been spent on this. The round trip travel expenses will cost a lot of money. How can I survive like this..."
"Why are you crying? Why don't you send Lao Wu to the town to inquire?" Old Ding glared at her and scolded her. After scolding her, he felt that it would be more reassuring if he went there himself. He got out of bed in a hurry and didn't even care about his stomachache.
"Wang's father, I'll go with you..." Meng also wanted to go. When she reached the door, she almost sprained her waist. Before she could finish her words, she supported her waist and rubbed it non-stop with a gritted teeth.
"Aunt."
“Bang!”
Her niece was concerned about her. Seeing that she almost sprained her waist, she wiped her tears and came over to help her, but she was slapped in the face by her.
Pointing at her niece, Mrs. Meng said viciously, "Go back and tell your black-hearted mother, who wants to covet our house, to dream on! If she loses, she'll be in trouble! I didn't force your family to do business with us. It was your father and your brother who shamelessly pestered Youwang from our family to join us! Oh, she wants to get involved in good things, laughs when she gets the advantage, and even thinks of getting it back from our family after losing money. Why doesn't she just go to heaven! Get out of here!"
Her little niece was only twelve or thirteen years old, and she was just delivering a message on her mother's orders, but she was slapped in the face. She was so angry that she covered her face and ran away crying.
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