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Peach Blossom Village!

Peach blossoms bloomed all over the place, and the river flowed. The village was peaceful!

It was just that the village was too poor. The thatched cottages and the yellow walls made it difficult for them to get out. Not only did they have to climb over the mountains, but the mountain roads were also steep and dangerous!

The old man made Fan Bentian a bowl of noodles and fried two poached eggs.

By the time they finished eating, the sky had already darkened!

"Grandson, your grandfather's surname is Fan. You actually followed your grandfather, so you have to change your surname.”

The moonlight was bright outside. The old man sat on a wooden stool and smiled happily. He didn't have a son, but it was good to have a grandson. In the future, there would be someone to send him off.

"Alright then." Fan Bentian grinned. What a coincidence. His original name was Fan Bentian, but he had transmigrated to Benben. This poor child also had the surname Fan, and so did the old man.

" Mm." Fan Bentian scratched his head and pretended to be deep in thought."With your surname, I'll be called Fan Bentian. Ben meant running towards the future. Heaven meant taking care of you every day.”

Although the old man was illiterate, he felt that this name was not bad after hearing what he said.

"Ben Tian, call me grandpa. Tomorrow, grandpa will kill a chicken to nourish your body and sell a lamb to buy you some clothes.”

Fan Bentian sighed in his heart when he saw the old man's kind gaze. Forget it, forget it. For the sake of that bowl of noodles, he would just call him that.

"Hahaha!"

Old man Fan smiled until his face was full of wrinkles. This cheap grandson was too smart. Compared to him, the five-year-old children in the village were not on the same level at all.

"Grandson, where are you from?" After laughing for a while, the old man became worried. Would such a smart child run away quietly?

" I don't remember anything..." Fan Bentian was full of nonsense. With his clever mind, he could easily fool Old Fan.

The next day!

Early in the morning, Fan Bentian ate a bowl of porridge and brought a few potatoes. The day of herding sheep began.

He rode on the back of a strong sheep and drove a dozen little white sheep up the mountain.

"Meh!"

Yangzi was eating tender grass at the side while Fan Bentian lay on the grass and looked at the blue sky. A blade of grass fell from his mouth and he pouted.

According to the original work, in another ten years, the Iron Fist Regiment would start recruiting. He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, and Li Erniu would all go to the Iron Fist Regiment.

Vomiting!

Fan Bentian spat out the grass and touched his small body. This body was Fan Tianlei's son. He suddenly felt a little complicated.

He was not surprised at all to be that guy's son.

In the future, when he met Fan Tianlei, he felt that it was better not to acknowledge him!

"System, why aren't you saying anything?。”Fan Bentian was a little depressed. As a transmigrator, he hadn't received the novice gift pack yet!

"Host, do you want to hear a joke or a ghost story?”

Fan Bentian shook his little head. With the system's robotic voice, how could he laugh at a joke?

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Southern Fist and Northern Kick!”

Fan Bentian smiled as he listened to the robotic voice in his mind. Southern boxing and northern kicking, the famous Shaolin Kung Fu, were much better than Taekwondo and boxing.

He stood up, lowered his legs, straightened his arms, straightened his waist, and began to do the Horse Stance!

If he wanted to display the combat strength of his northern legs, he still had to work hard on his feet!

Day after day.

Fan Bentian had started to fight against the tough tree trunks since the beginning of the month. He spent half a day hitting the tree trunks, and the other half of the day running and shooting arrows!

He knew that Wang Yanbing was almost the best at shooting with a slingshot. Unfortunately, this guy met He Chenguang.

They had to shoot with guns to enter the army, and that depended on accuracy.

He did not want to lose to these two guys!

Year after year, ten years had passed!

Fan Bentian was already fifteen years old, but he looked like a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old. He was 1.78 meters tall, and his muscles were well-defined. Looking at him, he looked a little thin.

In the past ten years, even the wind and rain could not stop him from training hard!

In the past ten years, he had grown into a handsome man with delicate features. His eyes were especially similar to Zhang Lina's. They were watery and beautiful.

"Grandpa, you brought me food again.”

Over the past ten years, Fan Bentian had developed strong feelings for Old Man Fan and treated him as his grandfather!

"Meh!"

At this moment, two big rams actually started fighting over a female goat.

Fan Bentian put down his bowl and chopsticks and turned his head to look. He saw two sheep hit the edge of the cliff, and one of them was knocked off the cliff.

"F * ck, Grandpa, Yang Zi fell off the cliff.”

The grandfather and grandson walked to the edge of the cliff. Old Man Fan's heart ached. He still had to hope that the sheep would be sold to save money for Fan Bentian to marry a wife!

"Grandson, quickly go to the bottom of the cliff and carry the sheep to town to sell.”

"Alright." Fan Bentian nodded. A dead sheep could be bought for some money. He was not surprised by this little bit of money, but he had to listen to old man Fan. Otherwise, he was worried that he would anger this old man who was already in his seventies to death.

Evening!

Peach Blossom Village was quiet!

Old Man Fan sat outside the renovated thatched cottage and looked at a small path. If Fan Bentian came back from town, he would be the first to see him.

Ten Vietnamese men in black were sitting on the ground smoking with guns in their arms!

"The village in front is very far from the sentries of Country Z. We can do something big. The women will rob and the men will be killed.”

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if we kill them all. What can Z Country do? We have the support of many countries. Would Country Z dare to declare war on us? Didn't they just shout a few words and forget it?”

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