Chapter 29 Tang Hao: Bring me the money! "What should we do with the eggs of the Goddess of Light Butterfly?" Tang San focused his attention on the white egg. "Just leave it there for now." Zhou Qing thought for a while and made a decision. The Light Goddess Butterfly, as a martial spirit, is known to be of ultimate beauty. Is beauty an attribute? Zhou Qing wasn't sure, but as a soul beast, the Goddess of Light Butterfly must be extremely rare, so he just needed to keep it for future use. The fact that this egg has not hatched for so many years suggests that its hatching conditions are harsh, or that the silver box that stores the eggs can suppress its hatching. But no matter what the reason, it is not suitable to hatch it in a short period of time. At the very least, Zhou Qing would have to learn more literature about the Goddess of Light Butterfly in the future before he could determine how to raise the cubs of this soul beast. "OK then."
Tang San did not ask any more questions. He glanced at the sky which was about to get dark, reluctantly put down the Soul Guide Crystal in his hand, and went to his own blacksmith shop. "Dad, I'm back and I brought food." After placing the rice ball on the table, Tang San shouted into the house. Tang Hao yawned, walked out, picked up the rice ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and suddenly asked something: "Old Jack hasn't sent any farm tools this month. Do you know what's going on?" Now that there was a forge in the village, the villagers no longer asked Old Jack to deliver farm tools, and Tang Hao also had enough food - Tang San brought him food every day, but Tang Hao always felt like he was being given charity and his self-esteem was hurt. In the past, Tang Hao would turn a deaf ear to what Old Jack said, after all, he believed that his food, clothing and other necessities were still earned by working as a blacksmith for the villagers. But now, he was dead, and his little remaining self-esteem was hurt. "A new forge has been built in the village." Tang San said. 【Someone is stealing the business?】 Tang Hao raised his eyebrows, but he couldn't do anything to destroy someone else's sign, so he asked, "Who opened it?" "Zhou Qing..." "That kid?" Tang Hao was speechless. "And I." Tang Hao calmed down, crushed the rice ball, and questioned: "...So, you do odd jobs for him, and this is the food he pays you? You are so mercenary at such a young age! Cunning!" Hearing Tang Hao's evaluation of Zhou Qing, Tang San also showed his dissatisfaction and said, "My meals are free there, and the people in the village are not bad either." In the past, before he met Zhou Qing, he also felt that the villagers despised the poor and loved the rich. Now, although he still feels that way, after hanging out with Zhou Qing for a long time, he can also see the simple side of the residents of Holy Soul Village. In Zhou Qing's words -
“Everyone just wants to live.” Tang San looked at Tang Hao with burning eyes and gave a suggestion for the first time, "Dad, why don't you go to the city to work, or reclaim a piece of land nearby. As long as you go to work, the people in the village will stop gossiping about you. I've seen Uncle Li and Uncle Wang in the village. They fought over a small matter yesterday, and today they sat together drinking a little wine... Dad, as long as you work, your relationship with the people in the village will get better." Tang Hao finished his rice ball without saying a word, and said, "They are just a group of illiterate and short-sighted civilians." "Isn't that Dad?" Tang San could actually sense that Tang Hao was full of energy and had a strong physique. He must have practiced some external skills, rather than being a purely strong man. However, no matter how glorious he was in the past, he was only a blacksmith in the Holy Spirit Village now. Why was he still immersed in the past? People always have to live! Anyway, after following Zhou Qing and having a good meal once, Tang San no longer wanted to live a miserable life with Tang Hao. "You know shit!" Tang Hao's eyes were red, and the aura around him rose slightly. Although it was fleeting and immediately restrained, revealing only a rude appearance of impotent rage, Tang San was keenly aware of it - such momentum was definitely not ordinary, who exactly is my father? But with such momentum, why is he so decadent? Really weird... Day two. When Tang San went to find Zhou Qing, Tang Hao left the house for the first time and walked onto the village street. Seeing this, the villagers didn't dare to get close. Apart from the smell of alcohol, everyone in the village knew that Tang Hao had a bad temper, and with his physique, no one would go up to him to get a beating. After going around the street, he found Zhou Qing's house and saw Tang San, who was holding a forging hammer and hammering a hoe blade for a farmer in the forge workshop next door, with a frown on his face. "It's fixed, Uncle Li. Your hoe can still be used. It doesn't need to be recast." After personally repairing the farm tools for the farmers, Tang San realized that for farmers, it was enough for the tools to be usable and they did not need to be perfect. His father used to melt down those worn-out tools and recast them. Although with Tang Hao's craftsmanship, the remade farm tools are more durable, but they are also more expensive. For the villagers of Holy Soul Village, as long as the tools can be used, the cheaper the better. The villager happily turned around with the hoe in his hand, and saw Tang Hao with a gloomy face. He smiled awkwardly, picked up the hoe and ran away quickly. "dad." Tang San was also a little surprised to see Tang Hao coming. "Are you the blacksmith here?" Tang Hao's tone was a little weird. "I never thought that the person who stole my job would be my son." Tang San hurriedly invited Tang Hao in, poured him some tea, and asked, "Why is Dad here?" "I thought you were just doing odd jobs, helping pass towels, fetching water, etc., but I didn't expect you to be a blacksmith." Tang Hao drank his tea and said coldly, "Also, you just repair things for others like that?" “Well… although the durability of ordinary iron tools is not as good as the finished products that you, father, have remelted yourself, the time required to patch them up until they are finally scrapped and completely unusable is actually not short, and the total cost is even less.” Tang San analyzed the advantages of his own and Tang Hao’s methods from the perspectives of durability and usage time. But how could Tang Hao understand this? Tang San also seemed to have become mercenary, so that his face became even gloomier, and he shouted: "I think you are greedy for money! I saw that person gave you money just now, take it!" This is what made Tang Hao even angrier.
At such a young age, you dare to hide your own money? Are you going to start your own business?! No way! Even though there was something wrong with Tang San since he was a child, he is Ah Yin's bloodline after all, and he cannot allow this kid to continue to "degenerate". "Tang-Hao!" Old Jack came trotting over from a distance, followed by seven or eight big men and five or six peasant women. One of the men was the one who had asked Tang San to help repair the hoe blade just now. It was he who found Old Jack. "Tang Hao, what are you doing?" Old Jack asked, "I heard it from a long distance away. You actually asked your son for money? Isn't that a bit too much?" (End of this chapter)