Unlike most traversers, I can be said to be the least human-like traverser. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

lived in an old house, did not show amazing knowledge and was seen by some big man to mix into the officialdom, did not rely on gunpowder and glass to make a fortune and monopolized the military and business worlds to become a generation of bigwigs, not because of a lot of "impossible coincidences" Got a lot of inheritance and embarked on the road against the sky, not to mention that he didn't meet a child with an IQ equal to that of a three-year-old, he only knew how to fight when he saw someone, and he didn't think about absorbing it into his camp at all when he saw a talented outsider, he only knew that he would kill it, kill it, and he would always be unclean, and it was miraculously inherited for tens of thousands of years of "imbecile ancient family".

Anyway, I think it's a miracle that I'm still alive, and it's really stupid to be not satisfied.

Let me now introduce that my cottage, for the people here, the land used to build the house is the most indispensable thing, so my bungalow hut covers an area of one hundred and thirty square meters, and has six rooms, a living room, two bedrooms, a granary, a firewood stacking room, and finally, a small kitchen, and a latrine at the back of the house. I don't have much else to introduce, oh, and there's a chicken and duck house. My life is as simple as it gets, with the sun rising and the sun setting.

Anyway, I don't have the spare money to buy an oil lamp, what can I do at night without an oil lamp?

In this village, most of the necessary supplies are available, if your pot or iron farming tools are broken, you can go to Johansen, if you want a piece of clothing in the winter, you can go to Sanna, if you want to eat game to improve your diet, you can go to Jack, if you want a piece of wood, you can come to me.

The people here have lived here for generations, and a system of complete self-sufficiency has been established in this small place, and I am in this system now.

If a poet were to come here, he would say that it was natural and beautiful, full of harmony, and that everyone was beautiful and kind.

But if I want to say that the poet is talking, he only knows how to look at the surface, and he doesn't know how to see the essence through the phenomenon, and I can assure you here that I have absolutely deep understanding, and I have lived here for six years.

If you really want to know more about this place, I can introduce you to the foolish superstition that in addition to the simple people, there are also greedy people, and once they are sick, they ask the gods of the next village to recite two verses, and the smell of "natural fertilizer" in the fields, and the toilets that are "unbelievably sour".

I'm repeating my routine again: making wood. I leaned on this immature body and skillfully carved flowers on the wooden objects. Even though the children in the village were excited, it didn't bother me at all.

I didn't get too hopeful, lest I be too disappointed.

There were still three days before the warrior call-up, but for me, it didn't make much sense, I knew for a long time that I couldn't cultivate the power of qi and blood. So I didn't think too much about it, I didn't think too much about it when I was sad, as they said, I had a serious physical injury, and I knew where it came from.

This body is equivalent to dying once, and this is the biggest source of damage. As I said, I don't expect to be a warrior.

I'm still repeating my routine, and I don't have much to do.

In fact, being a farmer also has a lot of knowledge, and as a person who relies on the land to eat, we have to learn a lot of things.

First of all, we need to keep an eye on the weather changes, be prepared before it rains, put away the things in the yard, and identify the season. Secondly, you need to be able to know all the things you should do for the solar terms, all year round, and finally, you need to take care of your own piece of land, no matter what the weather is.

Such days were very boring, and there was nothing worth writing down, but I found a surprise: Selena's father began to focus on the son of the militia captain.

The militia captain used to be a member of the army, but later fell into a disease when fighting on the battlefield, so he retired from the service, and took root here with a little settling-in fee from his comrades-in-arms and the lord, married a wife and had children, and the day before yesterday, his comrades-in-arms came to visit him, and found that his son was very talented, and casually boasted: said that his son would definitely be able to enter the army through conscription.

Then this sentence quickly spread throughout the village, and many people in this village began to visit their house, not to scold him, but to be surprised, to congratulate him, to express their concern.

Her father, Bill, now wants to marry his daughter to him, according to the usual script, I will cry to death, and feel sad for my "childhood sweetheart" to throw into the arms of others, but I feel very happy, because I really can't imagine that God will give me such a big gift, my spiritual age is ninety-two, but my physical age is eleven years old, but the villagers here don't know!!

I almost want to hug the captain's comrade-in-arms and wish him a long life.

The little girl who didn't grow up completely regarded me as an older brother, but she reversed family affection and love, and I didn't think a child knew what marriage was at all, at least when I asked her, she told me that it was two people sleeping in the same bed.

The only thing I can look forward to now is to become a wizard's apprentice, but I'm not a gambler, and I'm ready for it.

If a person puts everything on a single bet, he is not a madman, he is a fool, I am not a gambler.

Even if I can't become a wizard apprentice, I just have to wait three more years in this small place, and I still have this patience, but I still want to know more about those wizards who have great power, I smoothed the edges and corners of young people decades ago, and Ivan is very excited.

"You know what, I'm going to be a warrior this time!" "He has been coming to my house for the past few days, talking excitedly about his dreams and saying that he wants to be like Gamil.

Gamil is a character in a well-known chivalric novel, "You better calm yourself down first, don't listen to stories that are mostly based on fantasy, and leave your mind a way to live." All I can say about such a bear kid who is carried away by the fantasies in his head, but he always says, "I have faith in myself." ”

And today, here he is again, "Albert Albert!" "The door is not closed." "Albert, help me figure out how to prepare for the call-up!"

"You guy... I didn't even raise my head, and continued to do the wood carving in my hand: "What is there to prepare for? It's all talent, and no amount of preparation is useless." "And what are you going to do then?" "Don't you know?"

Hearing this, I could only shrug my shoulders and smile, "Don't you know? I can't be a warrior, so I don't plan to go." "Yes. . . ”

Ivan was silent for a moment, scratched his head, and then became excited again, "Then when I become the captain of the warriors, I will bring you over as a guard, and let you follow me to eat and drink spicy food!" ”

There are three days to go, and I didn't expect anything.