"The owner of the manor is back!" Jiahu, in the corner of Zhuang's winery, opposite the road leading to the manor, a crack in the space suddenly opened, and then gradually transformed into a trail that appeared out of thin air.

However, the first one to come out was not Zhuang Buyuan but Zhao Min. He had been taking care of another Hankong grass in Zhuang Buyuan's backpack, waiting to plant it at the right time.

When he confirmed that the space had stabilized, he turned around and said to the opposite side: "Master, the space has stabilized, you can come here."

Zhuang not far away and Gao Chai appeared at the end of the road and walked out in three or two steps.

Zhuang's father opened his eyes wide and looked at everything in front of him. Since he beat Zhuang not far away last time, Zhuang's father has known the truth. This is the first time he has experienced the magic of the manor.

When the village came out not far away, Zhuang's father couldn't help but walk up.

"This is the place for the Fusang Japanese? This is so amazing..." Zhuang's father muttered and slowly moved forward.

When I first walked up, I felt that this was just an ordinary trail, but after walking two steps, I suddenly turned into another space.

This is a backyard, like an old house in Fusang, but the space is very large. There are various brewing utensils placed in the courtyard, some of which have been around for a long time and seem to have a history of hundreds of years.

He touched this in the backyard with love and saw which one. In fact, compared with his current brewery, this old winery was more like the old yard of his grandfather in his memory.

As he looked at it, Zhuang's father couldn't help but walk to the front yard. Suddenly, he saw someone standing there, bowing to him, and saying something in a few words. Zhuang's father was so scared that he jumped back like a rabbit.

"Oh my god, why is there a Fusang devil there?" Zhuang Dad patted his chest, "I'm scared to death!"

Zhuang Buyuan was amused and crying: "That's Fusang, it's strange if there isn't! And don't ask the Fusang devils, they are an honest taxi driver. Without his help, I haven't found this winery so soon."

If the driver heard it, he would definitely burst into tears.

You are honest, your whole family is honest!

"The people of Fusang are all Fusang devils." Zhuang's father muttered.

Dad Zhuang was angry.

His age and grandfather's generation have truly experienced that era. Many of them have heard deep pain and hatred from the bedside stories of his ancestors, and many of them have even lost their families and homes.

Unlike Zhuang Buyuan's generation, they all grew up watching Fusang's animation. When they became adults, they received careful teachings from teachers with both good and good deeds and art. Even if they were older, Fusang's wife, Aragaki, was washed away by Fusang's culture one after another. First, there was a home culture, but now there is a Buddhist system, and even a frog needs a film.

After all these waves, everyone found that the young people in this country across the sea seemed to be no different from them. They all struggled for life, were also denounced by the previous generation as a destroyed generation, were confused about the future and life, and also escaped into the virtual world to escape reality.

So, do young people still hate Fusang people nowadays?

National hatred and family hatred? There is.

Gritting teeth? I'm afraid there are very few.

Nowadays, the more imaginary enemy of young people is Nut State, not Fusang State.

After all, Fusang State belongs to the past, Nut State is the present, and we are the future!

The boy in the state is so confident!

However, Zhuang Buyuan was not indifferent to Fusang because he discovered this country after visiting Fusang...

Most people are so old that they probably have no hope for a long time.

Everyone is so old. Isn’t it difficult for young people to fight and die? Once a war is fought, will it still be their own children? Nowadays, whoever starts a war of attrition, especially the war of attrition that does not have a complete chance of winning can only drag both sides into a vortex that is difficult to break free.

But there is another kind of war without gunpowder.

Economic war.

For example, first make money from him and then start Zhuang Dad’s program.

This is the real benefit.

Dad Zhuang thought about it and thought it was the same.

After being mentally prepared, Zhuang's father got up and walked back to the small brewery, touching around: "From now, will it really belong to us?"

"The transaction has not been completed yet, just leave the transaction to them, but the basic intention has been reached... That's right, this is ours now." Zhuang not far away.

Dad Zhuang walked to the front yard again and looked around. When he saw the driver, Dad Zhuang was not shocked. He was enlightened by Zhuang not far away and could still smile and nod at others.

Then, Zhuang's father followed Zhuang not far to the door of the small winery, looked down the hillside, and looked at the large white frost winery.

"That's the White Frost Winery?"

Zhuang Buyuan nodded.

"Then start by putting the top of the white frost winery."

Dad Zhuang hugged his arms, leaned against the door behind him, and said in a deep voice.

The village looked down at Baishuang Winery not far away and smiled and said, "Don't worry, it won't be long."

The spy from Zhuang not far away has been released.

...

The four of Takeda returned to Baishuang Wine Factory in a daze.

When I entered the door, I saw the assistant from Kinunu.

"Hey, why didn't you report to the office in Edo Kyo? Did you come to the winery?" The assistant was stunned. "The person sent to pick up the plane said that he didn't pick you up. Why did you come back?"

The four of you look at me, and I look at you, but you don’t know what to say.

Don’t say that we didn’t come back by car, our luggage was still at the airport and no one picked up.

Can I say that we were kidnapped on the plane. If we couldn't get it out, we would be torn to the ticket soon?

The problem is that we can’t get it out at all. If we want to avoid being torn to vote, can we only be spies?

If others don’t like the news, can we be torn to vote at any time?

When they thought of the hideous face of three or four pounds, the two couldn't help but have a cold war. In the hands of others, it was just a tearing of tickets. In the hands of these two monsters, it was a tearing of people.

What do you mean by three pounds and four ounces?

Why do the fallen dragon people have four hands? It is to grab the person's limbs and tear the tickets directly!

It's very pleasant to tear it up, you can try it.

The problem is, Takeda doesn't want to try it.

Thinking of the threat of three pounds and four ounces, Takeda shuddered, then looked at it again, wondering: "What are you doing? Why are you all here?"

Several of Master Kinunu's disciples, including those who were on their own and those who had not, stood by their assistants.
Chapter completed!