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As soon as he finished his breakfast, Soong Bowen and Wang Dafu urged him to hurry into the mountains. Since the weather was good today, the two of them wanted to see what kind of place would produce Top-grade Orchid as soon as possible.2

Even though Soong Bowen kept saying that he was able to get away with everything at his age, the old man was actually more afraid of death than anyone because he was almost 70 years old. He had long wanted to find a place to live.

The people of Southeast Asia all believed that living in a good place like Feng Shui could extend one's lifespan. After just one night in Poplar Gully, Soong Bowen already felt that his body had become younger by several years. If he could find a place in the mountain and build his own villa, wouldn't he live to be more than 100 years old!

Wang Dafu was no exception. The two of them had exchanged feelings early in the morning and felt refreshed today, much better than yesterday's mental state. It was definitely because of Poplar Gully and good feng shui.

If Yang Fann knew that Soong Bowen and Wang Dafu treated the effects of the Spatial Medicinal Wine as the feng shui of Poplar Gully, he would definitely die from grievances. If Soong Bowen and Wang Dafu really thought that the effects of the Spatial Medicinal Wine was like the feng shui of Poplar Gully, then he would really die from grievances.

When the village chief heard that the Davions were going into the mountains, he was about to call the village hunters as guides, but Soong Bowen and Wang Dafu refused. They were not going into the mountains to hunt, nor were they going into the mountains to explore.

Besides, the two of them still have several bodyguards. They have received professional training, how could they not be comparable to a few earth hunters?

Yang Fann didn't dawdle any longer. He took a hunting knife and stuck it behind his waist. Then, he took a few machetes for Soong Bowen, Wang Dafu and a few bodyguards to carry. He also asked Zhong Runjuan to pack a bag of rations before leading the group of people into the mountains.

Every family in the village had a boat. Sometimes, when they are in the mountains or out of the mountains, the villagers would go by the water.

Although Dispersive Flower Creek's water was not deep enough, to be able to run in the stream and not be able to carry a lot of goods, walking on the water was much easier and safer than walking on the rugged mountain road.

Yang Fann's family ship was too small to hold so many people. Including Soong Bowen, Wang Dafu and their six bodyguards, there were a total of nine people. Yang Fann borrowed a relatively large flatboat from the village head, and the nine of them barely managed to sit on it.

Yang Fann, of course, had to hand over rowing to Soong Bowen and Wang Dafu, the two rich people who wanted to prolong their lives. With six bodyguards, eight people sitting in two rows, eight oars paddling together, and a boat moving against the current, Yang Fann's speed was actually quite fast, almost the same as walking on flat land.

Yang Fann was leisurely standing at the bow of the ship, using a long bamboo pole to take charge of the direction. When the boat was about to hit a rock in the stream or the shore, he would gently poke it with the bamboo pole, blowing on the cool mountain wind and humming the mountain slang.

"Yang boy, don't just stand there. Since you have described the sport of rowing so well, you should also take some exercise!" Soong Bowen joked with Yang Fann as he did his best to row the boat. The old guy was pretty angry, but he actually had the ability to talk.

"No problem, but can you get a good grasp of the direction? "Don't let the boat crash, otherwise we won't be able to enter the mountain today!" Yang Fann was about to grab the oars from Soong Bowen, but his inaction was too much for him. The boat immediately crashed into a large piece of bluestone in the stream, and soon, the boat would be destroyed and someone would die.

Of course, the destruction of the ship was inevitable, it was impossible for people to die. The depth of the Dispersive Flower Creek was only about one person, and there were even places that were half the depth of a person. Even if one did not fall into the water, they might not drown.

Seeing that the boat was about to crash, everyone was shocked. Even Soong Bowen screamed and told Yang Fann to quickly adjust the direction of the boat. He didn't want to become a drowned man.

Yang Fann hurriedly poked the giant rock with his bamboo pole a few times. Only then did he save the ship from being destroyed. No one saw the smile in Yang Fann's eyes as he said, "Let you guys live a comfortable life, I'll scare you to death."

Unexpectedly, that old fellow Soong Bowen didn't have a good memory. The danger had just passed, and as he looked at the green mountains on both sides of Dispersive Flower Creek, he started chanting a poem out of nowhere: "The apes on both sides can't cry, the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."

Yang Fann almost fell into the water as he laughed, "Old Man Song, you sure are lucky. Even the monkeys in the mountains came to give you the scenery. Your poem should be recited as' The monkey's cry ', but the boat was less than a hundred meters away."

"Go to hell, brat, do you know what poetry means?" You see, this green mountain and river, this blue sky and white clouds, what a beautiful scene filled with interest, ah, such a scene, if you don't sing a song about it, you will be letting down your motherland's great rivers and mountains! "

"Come on, from what I know, you aren't a part of our China are you, Old Man Song? You should say the best rivers and mountains in your country. "

Yang Fann was so angry that he could kill himself. He was so angry that the old man puffed his beard and glared at him. If he didn't have to rely on him to lead the way, he would have kicked him.

Even though Soong Bowen was gentle, he looked like an old scholar. When he was young, he was also a ruthless person who killed people without batting an eye.

Yang Fann's words seemed to resonate with Wang Dafu. He snorted in disdain and teased Soong Bowen, "Old Mr. Song, I really don't know what you people are thinking. You actually became a foreigner? "Could it be …"

Halfway through his sentence, Wang Dafu held back and stopped talking. However, the meaning behind his words was very clear. It was probably Soong Bowen and the rest of them forgetting their ancestors and so on.

As expected, Soong Bowen became anxious on the spot. He pointed at Wang Dafu's nose and scolded, "What do you kids know? Back in the day, it was so hard for us Chinese to travel in Nanyang. If our motherland could get stronger, why would we Chinese abandon our wives and children and go somewhere else?"

"Hmph, this is just an excuse. My ancestors had suffered before, so how come they couldn't live and go to a foreign country?" Wang Dafu seemed to resent foreigners, and even to Soong Bowen, who was richer than himself, he did not show much courtesy.

"How?" "Brat, you still want to spar with me?" Soong Bowen immediately threw the oars onto the boat and got into a fighting stance with Wang Dafu.

"Since Senior Song is willing to enlighten me, then I, as a junior, will humbly accept your request!" Wang Dafu was not a merciful person. How could he be intimidated by an old man in his sixties? He immediately flung his arms and prepared to spar with Soong Bowen.

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