"I've been hungry for so long, come and try my handiwork. ”

A young man wearing a square scarf, long hair, and a white-washed cloth coat served a pot of wild vegetables, and his face still had some fiery black soot, and smiled at Mo Fei who was in a daze.

"This is what I thought was a heavenly delicacy last night?" Mo Fei chewed on the nest of cornmeal and miscellaneous grains for a long time before he could swallow it, and he felt that the appearance of his meal at the moment was no different from that ruminating old cow.

Fang Xiucai ate the wild vegetables with relish, and when he saw Mo Fei trying to swallow, he smiled, turned around and scooped half a scoop of water from the broken vat behind him and handed it to him.

"It's dry, drink some water. ”

Mo Fei took the water scoop, drank a few sips, and Fang Xiucai took two chopsticks and wild vegetables and put them in his bowl.

"Don't just eat wotou, these wild vegetables I picked in the back mountains this morning, they are fresh!" he said as if to take credit, "you can taste them, but you can eat." ”

Pinching the half-hard and half-soft nest in his hand, Mo Fei smiled bitterly in his heart: Can this be called rice?

The taste of these wild vegetables after passing through the water is indeed delicious, Mo Fei ate the nest head with wild vegetables and water, and Fang Xiucai let him rest and took the dishes and chopsticks to wash.

After cleaning up the table, Fang Xiucai said hello to Mo Fei, lifted the dilapidated door curtain with two large patches, and walked into another room.

Mo Fei looked at the humble hut.

There is a pile of dry firewood piled up in the corner of the west wall on the north side of the house, which makes the already small house even more narrow, thinking that there is no rain shelter outside the house, this Fang Xiucai piled these dry firewood into the house, next to the firewood is a stove made of stones, the wooden board behind the stove is baked by the fireworks to make a big hole, a black circle, faintly visible grass outside the house. Last night, Mo Fei was tossed all night by the strange whistling sound of the cold wind pouring in from the big hole, and he didn't fall asleep until dawn.

Next to the stove was a simple and rough wooden shelf with freshly washed dishes and chopsticks, and next to the wooden shelf was a water tank with the upper part half broken, followed by the table where the meal had just been eaten.

On the other side of the curtain, there was a sound of Suosuo, Mo Fei glanced at it secretly, and said unwillingly in his heart: "System, come out." ”

All that sounded in my heart was my own voice.

Half an hour later, he stood up a little decadently. Walking into the courtyard full of grass, pointing to the blue sky with one hand, nervously shouted: "Come out, big sister system!"

Only the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves.

"Do I really want to live my life in this place where birds don't lay eggs...... No, I'm going back!" Mo Fei looked at the thatched hut that seemed to be able to be blown down by the wind at any time, and his face was full of unwillingness.

In fact, this is not the place where he complains in his heart that birds don't lay eggs, on the contrary, the place where this hut is located can be called beautiful, but Mo Fei has never encountered a pleasant thing since he crossed here, and it is difficult for him to have a good impression of this place.

Mo Fei sighed, at this moment, he should be in the joy of reuniting with Sanbao after a long absence, working in the company that he had just officially joined.

Fate seemed to play a big joke on him.

Fang Xiucai walked out with the bookcase on his back.

Mo Fei embarrassedly withdrew his finger pointing at the sky and asked, "Brother Fang, where are you going?"

"Oh, I took on a storytelling job, and I have to go to the county seat once a day. ”

Fang Xiucai's face was slightly red when he said this, he said that the storytelling industry belongs to the three religions and nine streams, he calls himself Xiucai, and now he has to do this shameless job of a scholar in order to make a living, which is really ashamed.

Mo Fei's heart moved when he heard this, whether he went out for a walk, he might be able to find a way to reactivate the system or return to Earth.

"Before you go back, you must first seek revenge on that big bear. ”

Youdao is armed with a sharp weapon, and since the murderous intent, Mo Fei didn't even understand the function of the sharp weapon of the system, and the system was beaten to sleep by that strong man. One can imagine how deep his resentment towards Jiao Hao was in his heart.

Secretly making an oath in his heart, Mo Fei hurriedly spoke: "I'll go with Brother Fang, is it okay?"

Fang Xiucai smiled and nodded in agreement.

When wading across the river, Mo Fei accidentally saw his reflection, and in the shaking of the river, he was a long-haired young man with a tall nose and sword eyebrows. The facial features are angular, and at first glance it is a little chic. I secretly said in my heart: "I didn't expect my ancient costume to be quite pleasing to the eye." Unconsciously compared with Fang Xiucai.

Fang Xiucai's appearance is also handsome, with a broad forehead and a straight nose and a square mouth, but his eyes are a little dim, revealing a trace of sadness from time to time, and he seems to be preoccupied.

Thinking of the humble hut, he thought to himself: Maybe it's for a living.

The two crossed the river, and Mo Fei walked quickly to Fang Xiucai's side.

"Brother Fang is going to tell a story, so you might as well change into my clothes. ”

"This ...... How to make it!"

Fang Xiucai was startled, flattered, and waved his hand again and again, his face turned red.

"The book says that you are in the same robe with the son, just change your clothes, don't shirk it anymore. Mo Fei pretended to be angry: "Aren't we friends?"

Fang Xiucai couldn't refuse, so he had to let Mo Fei take off his clothes, and Mo Fei found that this old-looking cloth was covered with large and small patches, and the stitches were a little messy, thinking that Fang Xiucai had sewed it himself.

When he put this cloth on his body, which seemed to have been sewn many times, Mo Fei felt a sigh of emotion in his heart.

"What a poor scholar!"

If Fang Xiucai hadn't appeared, he didn't know how long he would have to walk in the dense forest, the food was rough, it was better than being hungry, although the hut was broken, at least it could shelter from the wind and rain. For this kind scholar, he is grateful.

But kindness can't make Fang Xiucai's life any better, the world before the crossing was like this, and now it seems that this ancient plain continent is no different. Fang Xiucai became a pitiful figure in his eyes.

............

Kelai Tea House.

Mo Fei sat alone on the table and chair near the door in the south, habitually looking at the people around him: either wearing hats, or scarves, and hairpins, but without exception they all had long hair, and they were wearing long shirts of various colors, which was full of a strong ancient atmosphere.

Because there are always people coming in and out, this position is not popular, and Mo Fei also fell cleanly, except that the figures dangling in front of him made him a little bored.

Far from the side of the door, near Mo Fei's other table, the two young men ordered a few plates of delicate refreshments, and he could only drink free tea.

In the morning, the energy provided by the little nest head and wild vegetables has long been exhausted in the rugged mountain road, and the warm tea is under the stomach, but the hunger in the stomach is even more obvious.

When the shopkeeper was walking between the tables to deliver snacks, Fang Xiu on the stage opened his mouth.

"Our Ancient Plains Continent, that is a multiplier of capable people, what I want to say for you today is true. Fang Xiucai sat upright behind the table, with a spread out book on the table, and slapped the wood with his right hand: "Buddhism Huashu Academy." ”

"Buddhism three sects of disciples all over the world, is the mainstay of the righteous path, Zen Huashu Monastery is out of the "Xuan Shi" such a genius, said this Xuan Shi, three years old by the Hua Shu Monastery fancied, at the age of five to follow the Pure Lotus Venerable practice, but a hundred years, a body of Buddhism cultivation has been unfathomable, there has been a condensation of the Buddha wheel signs. ”

Fang Xiucai said this, took a sip of tea, and the listeners around him frowned slightly, but most of them listened with relish. Fang Xiucai is not very old, and he doesn't have the vivid ventriloquist of a storyteller, but the advantage is that the story is novel, and the stories are all about today's hot geniuses, so they don't care about his clumsy ventriloquism.

"One day, Xuanshi passed by a village and saw that the ghosts in the village were angry......"

Mo Fei listened with relish, he didn't expect Fang Xiucai to have some talent for storytelling, and at this moment, a rough voice came from the door, interrupting Fang Xiucai's words, "It's noon, who is farting here, it stinks!"

Mo Fei's brows furrowed, looking at the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared at the door.

The man who came had a broad waist and round shoulders, and a waist knife was carried around his waist tied up with a black silk ribbon.

Facing the displeased eyes of the listeners, this person sneered, and immediately glared back, and the surrounding listeners were like cats and mice, some of them were flustered and didn't overdo it, and some of them pretended to be calm and lowered their eyes, but the movements seemed to be fixed at this moment, the teacup was held, the pastry was pinched, and I didn't know whether to put it back on the table or eat it.

The man in black pressed the knife on his waist, and two cold lights in his eyes swept a circle of teahouses: the audience was silent.

The expression on his face was quite complicated, both satisfied and seemed to regret that his waist knife could not be unsheathed, he bowed his head sideways, and said in a respectful tone: "Childe, please." ”

Dressed in silk and satin, holding an unopened folding fan in his left hand, and holding a woman with a good face in his right hand, Shi Shiran, a young man with a proud face, walked in.

Immediately behind him, two men in black, who were also carrying waist knives, rushed forward, and while shouting at the listeners in the seats in front of them, they raised their feet and kicked the tables and chairs on both sides of the passage.

"Ping Pong"

After a chaotic sound, the floor was littered with pieces of pastries and plates, and dark yellow tea flowed on the floor.

A teapot rolled into the middle of the road, and the man in black flew up, only to hear an "oops" sound from a corner, and then the scene fell silent.

Mo Fei's chest was wet, his seat was close to the door, who would have expected this group of people to be so domineering, as soon as he got up the table, he was kicked up by a person, the teapot jumped up, and the tea was solid and drenched his chest.

He was already in a bad mood, and he was in a really bad mood at the moment, and the teacup in his hand was clucking.

A man in black glanced at him, put his waist knife on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "What, not convinced?"