The man passing by was burly, with a resolute face, with a flat head, and against the background of his bronzed skin, he looked very strong and strong as a calf.

This burly man's name is Chen Han, and he looks like he is twenty-ten years old, but he is actually only twenty-four years old, only one year older than Feng Qingyan.

At this time, he was carrying a medicine basket on his back and was about to enter the mountain.

"Brother Han, go into the mountains to collect medicine again?"

Feng Qingyan smiled, then glanced at the land temple that had been renovated and said: "This land temple is too dilapidated, there are rotten leaves accumulated on the ground, and no one usually comes to clean it up, so I will clean it up when I have nothing to do." ”

Chen Han is a little friend who grew up with Feng Qingyan, but after he graduated from high school, he didn't study again because of family problems. After Feng Qingyan went to college, everyone had less contact, and the relationship gradually faded.

Although the relationship is not bad now, it lacks the cordiality of childhood.

"Qingyan, you are a college student from a prestigious school, and you actually came to do this ......"

Chen Han smiled, in his opinion, a high-ranking college student like Feng Qingyan should disdain to do this kind of thing.

"What kind of college student, isn't he coming back to grow vegetables and raise fish now?" Feng Qingyan said to himself, if it weren't for the pain of ignorance, which made him have to go back to the village to recuperate, he would have already made a career outside.

It's fate.

Although he is not the school's man of the hour, he is very confident in his abilities, and he wants to be the school's man of the hour, which is definitely not difficult for him, but he just doesn't want to.

He has a quiet temperament, an introverted personality, and does not like to be public.

"You also call it growing vegetables and raising fish? Chen Han said with a smile.

The whole village couldn't understand why Feng Qingyan wanted to run back to this small village with no future. Although there are many college students in the village, he is not a college student at an ordinary university, but a college student from the country's first university.

Moreover, in the eyes of the people in the village, Feng Qingyan is not called growing vegetables and raising fish at all.

It's playing.

At this time, Chen Han saw that there were incense candles and paper money on the shrine of the land temple, so he walked over and lit a stick of incense, and said while worshipping the land god: "Father-in-law of the land, bless me Chen Han to pick up good medicine." ”

Feng Qingyan suddenly smiled and said, "No sincerity." ”

"Who said that I was insincere, I gave incense, and it wasn't sincere?" Chen Han smiled, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

It's really insincere!

Feng Qingyan didn't see the incense wish power appear on the top of the god's head at all.

"Brother Han, what's wrong with Aunt Chen's illness?"

Feng Qingyan naturally didn't care whether Chen Han was sincere or not, because this situation like Chen Han was very common in the countryside, and if he worshipped incense and candles and worshiped God, he was not necessarily a believer.

It's just the influence of traditional culture, and you worship God when you see it.

Chen Han's current situation is just to worship God when he sees him, in order to have peace of mind. Just like before sealing Qingyan, worshipping ghosts and gods does not mean that you have to believe in ghosts and gods and believe in the existence of ghosts and gods.

He also knew the situation of Chen Han's family very well, and at this time, seeing that he had gone into the mountain early to collect medicine, he couldn't help but ask out loud.

Although Chen Han's grades in high school were not very good, it was more than enough to be admitted to an ordinary university, but at that time, Aunt Chen suddenly fell ill and couldn't take care of herself, so he had to drop out of school to take care of his mother.

Moreover, his father left early, and his financial resources all depend on Aunt Chen.

Now that Aunt Chen has fallen, she can only rely on him alone.

In the past five or six years, he has relied on him to work in the town to earn money for his mother's medical treatment, and his family is almost destitute. Sometimes, he was so poor that he even went into the mountains to dig and pick some herbs by himself. While working part-time, he took care of his mother, and forced a twenty-four-five-year-old young man to become a twenty-five-year-old man.

Fortunately, his body is as strong as a cow, and he has resisted it for several years.

"It's still the same. Chen Han shook his head.

"Brother Han, I have some money on me, if my aunt needs money for medical treatment, you must not save ......"

Feng Qingyan said, but was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Qingyan, I don't need the money, my mother's illness costs a little money and spends a lot of money, it can't be cured......" Chen Han shook his head, and at this time some tired looks suddenly appeared on his face.

Feng Qingyan didn't say anything more.

"Qingyan, I'll go into the mountains first, and if I catch game, I'll invite you to dinner in the evening. Chen Han smiled, and his face returned to its original perseverance and toughness.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you. Feng Qingyan smiled.

After Chen Han left with the medicine basket on his back, Feng Qingyan looked at the divine tree behind the Land Temple, at this time, the divine tree had not yet been revitalized, and naturally there would be no jade leaves that could cure all diseases.

If a jade leaf is born, he will definitely send one to Aunt Chen.

One person is sick, and the whole family is destitute.

"Incense, incense ......"

Feng Qingyan sighed, and he didn't know if he was sighing for incense or Chen Han.

However, from last night to now, he has only received three wisps of incense. Although most of the villagers have been removed from Qingshan Village in the past few years, there are still hundreds of people left.

Half a day has passed, and hundreds of people only have three wisps of incense, which is really too little.

Although most of the old people in the village worship ghosts and gods, it does not mean that they are believers in the land gods, they are just like Chen Han, who worship the gods when they see them.

Although the land temple was cleaned up, it was still dilapidated and depressed.

Feng Qingyan looked at the Land Temple, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, he planned to let the villagers pay to rebuild the Land Temple. Moreover, it should be built better, more decent, and more solemn, so that the villagers will pay attention to it and slowly pay tribute to the incense.

As the saying goes, the Buddha depends on gold, and people rely on clothes, even the same is true of God.

Of course, he can't take charge of the rebuilding of the land temple, and he, a hairy boy, is in charge of these things, so who will pay attention to him? The current land temple is almost like being abandoned, and who is willing to pay for the reconstruction? Although the money to be paid by each household is not much, this is also money, and most of the remaining villagers in Qingshan Village are not rich, and they are eager to divide every penny into two cents.

Therefore, this matter can only be done by the respected old man in the village.

However, if this matter is funded by Feng Qingyan and himself, and someone is invited to rebuild the Land Temple, of course this is okay, but what is the point of this?

Feng Qingyan wanted to invite the respected old man in the village to come forward, this is not difficult, it only takes one move, it is a dream.

For the land god, it is a piece of cake.

If he can't, he can show some more power of the land god.

Back at home, Feng Qingyan once again took out the token and the household registration record to study, and the household registration record recorded some basic information about the villagers.

However, the family register can only be recorded and cannot be modified.

At this time, he suddenly saw that one of the names was slowly turning gray, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

The name turns gray, which means that you will die within three days!

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