Zeng Xiaoqian swallowed his throat and was shocked. He stared at the changes in front of his eyes and dared not breathe in the air for fear that he would blow down the corn stalk again.

Suffering more than a dozen breaths, Zeng Xiaoqian regained a little calm and suddenly jumped up and said, "My wife."

If someone sees what a penny used to look like now, he must think he's crazy.

checked the cornstalk around, Zeng Xiaoqian once again suppressed the shock in his heart, closed his eyes again, he wanted to confirm again that he was not a dream.

Within the magic handed over to him from the old way, Zeng Xiaoqian found a magic of the same rank, the psychic magic! uuuuuuuuu

According to memory, psychopathy is a magic to enhance vitality. When the magic is used up, Zeng Xiaoqian can't wait to look at the corn stalk in front of him.

Looking at the finger-sized corn cobs, they began to grow bigger with the naked eye, Zeng Xiaoqian's eyes almost jumped out: "Get rich, get rich, get rich!"

As the corn cob in front of us slowly became the size of two fingers, Zeng Xiaoqian could not help slapping himself on the cheek, a sharp pain came: "Not a dream, not a dream, it is true, really..."

There were some incoherent words about Zeng Xiaoqian's excitement. Soon, under his constant application, a small piece of corn had aroused vigor and vitality. When he saw the scene before him, Zeng Xiaoqian had not yet had time to get excited. He felt his head dizzy and fell to the ground.

When Zeng Xiaoqian woke up again, his face was pale, but his eyes showed a burst of light: "Lao Tzu is going to rise!"

...

As soon as I entered the gate of the courtyard, Zhou Juan, the busy mother in the house, was seen with a small sum of money: "Mom!"

Rushing into the house quickly, once the penny was full of excitement and wanted to tell his parents about his changes, but before he could open his mouth, he heard a roar coming from the side.

"Little money, where are you going? You don't know your parents are worried about you!"

Zeng Ming, his father, sat in a corner with a middle-aged man, and his face was not very good at the moment.

"Dad, I'm all right. What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? You're too old to worry about!" Zeng Ming said solemnly.

"Well, old man, what do you say about your son?" Zeng Mu saw Zeng Ming getting angry with her son and ran over with a calm face. She smiled at Zeng Xiao-qian. But Zeng Xiao-qian could see that her mother was in a bad mood, but she still wore a dress and laughed, "What's wrong with you, little money? Why are you covered with mud and wrestling?"

"Mom, I'm all right. Look, I caught two fish!" Zeng Xiaoqian raised the fish in his hand and said.

"There's no one right way in a day. You're an adult now. Don't think that today's meal will be satisfied. You should try to do big things. At least you can't starve yourself to death. You should have a plan." Zeng Ming is still unhappy.

"Dad, I..."

"Small money, not your father said you, you are too big, you are willing to help others I am happy, but you also have to have a ruler, they are starving to death, but also a day of fantasy, this year's harvest is not good, now encounter rainstorm attack, you have to think about something later."

"Small money, your father is right, you help others, but also help themselves. Look at your fall this time, parents are worried about death. Fortunately, it's okay. If you have something to do, how can Mom and Dad live?" Zhou Juan began to choke.

Zeng Xiaoqian suddenly felt sour, which parents do not want their children to have a bright future, they are old and big, and have not had a decent job. Although staying in the countryside every day, the family did not let themselves go to work.

I wanted to tell my parents about my change, but now it seems that if I say it, not only will my parents not believe it, but they will be angry. After careful consideration, Zeng Xiaoqian decided not to say it for the time being. When I do a career later, I will surprise the two elders.