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Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and 200 acres of fertile land have been plowed over again, and not only that, but all kinds of fertilizers have also been put on two layers, and it is estimated that next year's grain output will be even stronger than this year's. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info said also strange, the old cow Dazhuang worked very hard this year, from early ploughing to night, there was no wilting at all, I remember that this time last year only ploughed dozens of acres of land, this old guy began to strike, either crawling on the ground and not walking, or kept drinking water, but this year it was completely the opposite, and Li Liang was engaged in a burst of random speculation. Anyway, now that the land has been ploughed, it will take another three or four months to officially sow seeds.

These three or four months are not long, but they are indeed not short, although the big work cannot be done, but some small work can still be done. Now the stacks of grain behind the thatched house, the gold, silver and spirit stones earned in the past few years, the dozens of jars of sorghum wine brewed, the remaining large vats of gathering qi and dispersing, as well as the large iron shelves and sixteen medicine tripods for batch alchemy, as well as all kinds of game and cured meat brought by Xue Qing and Cao Geng, have all been packed into storage bags. Of course, these are broken into pieces and divided into a number of small packages to be packed inside, such as those large vats of gas gathering and dispersion, that is, put them in more than 20 wine jars. Now in Li Liang's thatched house, there is nothing but a dozen farm tools, five jars of sorghum wine, three bags of flour, one bag of corn, half a fan of pickled venison, and one jar of Qi Qi disperse. Leaving these things was estimated by Li Liang, plus some cabbage radishes reserved by Westinghouse, it was enough to eat until the contract expired.

As the sun set, Li Liang, who had been busy all day, returned to the thatched house. He lit a fire, boiled some water, took a cabbage from the Westinghouse, washed and peeled it, cut off a large slice of pickled venison, threw them into the pot, and stewed together. Then he took out a jar of sorghum wine, filled the wine gourd around his waist, and put most of the remaining jar directly on the table. Wait until the cabbage and pickled venison are cooked, put them in a basin and serve them to the table. Then he took out the steamed big white steamed buns from the small cabinet he made, stewed venison with cabbage, and ate them beautifully, and drank two sips of sorghum wine from time to time.

This kind of life makes Li Liang feel very comfortable and happy. Do it at sunrise, rest at sunset, there is a field outside the house, there is a meal on the table, there are no disputes, there are no complicated grievances and hatreds, it is plain, quiet, and the fly in the ointment is that the old lady is not around, and I can't enjoy such a sweet life together.

Maybe it's because he's been away from home for too long, maybe it's because he thinks about things and people, and he's anxious in his heart, or maybe it's the catalytic effect of sorghum wine with high medicinal properties and aura, Li Liang's longing for his mother suddenly reached an irrepressible level, and a sense of uneasiness arose spontaneously in his heart. Li Liang put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, gently pushed open the window, looked at the starry sky, and drank the sorghum wine one after another.

In a daze, Li Liang saw the old lady again, she was planting in the Phoenix Mountain, and the old cow was like a flower gnawing on the grass on the field stalks. Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, a lightning bolt streaked, and the clouds rolled away as if they had been torn apart, and a black shadow came out of it, heading straight for the old lady. Li Liang was in a hurry, chased desperately with enough strength, opened his mouth wide and shouted vigorously, but the old lady was still busy in the field as if she couldn't hear it, completely unaware that danger had come. Li Liang was in a hurry but didn't come to the front, watching the black shadow cut off the old lady's head, and a pillar of blood rose to the sky. A spirit, woke up from his sleep, looked at the surrounding environment, touched his already soaked clothes, and wiped a handful of cold sweat on his head, Li Liang knew that it was just a nightmare that he had, but the things that happened in the dream were as if they were real, and they were completely imprinted in his mind.

At noon, Li Liang sat in the thatched landlord's house, staring straight at the steaming tools in a daze. According to the original plan, these three or four months were mainly used to make wine, and the sorghum rice and ingredients had been mixed, and then it could be fermented and brewed directly, but from waking up in the morning until now, Li Liang has been in a trance, and his mind is full of nightmares from last night, and he always feels that it is not a dream, but a real thing.

After a long time, Li Liang finally made up his mind, patted the dust on his body, pinned the wine gourd to his waist, opened the door and walked towards the main hall where the head of Qinglong was located.

"Report to the head, Li Liang, a general worker in the medicine garden, asks to see. "The head of the Qinglong Sect was discussing something with several great elders and elders in the main hall at this time, when a low-level deacon disciple suddenly ran in.

"Oh, what is he doing here?" Qinglong was in charge, muttering in his heart, why did this stupid boy Li Liang come to the door today?

"He said what family leave he was going to take. The deacon disciple scratched his head and said with some uncertainty. He didn't seem to be very incomprehensible to Li Liang's request to see him.

"Family leave? What is that? What new tricks is this stupid boy going to do?" asked a white-faced middle-aged man in a dark blue robe, his eyebrows erected, and a fierce expression.

The disciple didn't know, he just asked the disciple to report it, saying that he wanted to ask the head of the family for some kind of family leave, and wanted to go home to visit his wife. Hearing this, the deacon disciple said timidly, and his voice was much lower.

"Elder Bai, let's let him in, I want to hear what is going on with this family leave, hehe......" The head of Qinglong sat on the throne of the main hall, waved his big hand lightly, let the deacon disciple go out, and then said to Elder Bai with a gentle smile.

Elder Bai didn't say anything more, and nodded lightly to the head of the Qinglong sect, but the expression on his face was still a little vicious.

After a while, Li Liang came to the hall tremblingly, just like last time, walking along the crutches, swinging all over, to the middle of the main hall, without saying a word, he climbed the ground and kowtowed, and then skillfully retracted his limbs back into the Wang Ba shell, and put his head back into the crotch of his pants.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and in the past year, Li Liang's most practiced practice was not any immortal exercises, but this set of difficulty coefficients of more than 8.0 shrunk into the pants and kowtowed to pound garlic. Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about the quality and effect of the completion, Li Liang's current performance No matter which international referee sees it, he will hold up a 10-point sign, and he will definitely not be partial, including the white elder who has already shown a fierce face, and the corners of his mouth also pulled out a trace of an ugly smile.

"Li Liang, what is the matter with you coming to see?" asked softly with a faint smile on the face of the Qinglong master.

"Ahh......h

"What is family leave?" asked the head of Qinglong, frowning slightly.

"Family leave, what, family leave is that the villain wants to go home, go back to see the old lady, hehe......" Li Liang tried to accompany the smiling face and said, with the dark face, it makes people feel that the whole face is like a chrysanthemum falling into a mud pit, full of ravines and ravines, and rustic.

"Oh, why do you want to go home? You haven't been homesick for so many years in my Xianmen, why are you homesick today?" Qinglong's brows tightened a few points, and several questions were asked in succession.

"That, that, the head of the great immortal, that's what happened. The villain had a dream last night that the villain's old lady was being chased and killed. The black shadow that chased and killed the villain's old lady was harmful, the sky had changed, and there were dark clouds everywhere! The villain's old lady's head had been cut off by it, and the blood was spurting out so old and high, but it was miserable, it was really ......" Li Liangbi recounted the nightmare he had last night. I don't know if I have been educated too much by Shen Gan's father, and there is a trend towards the development of romance when I talk about it, and I am confused when I listen to several elders.

"Alright, alright, don't say it, I've got it. I've granted you some family leave, just pack up and go back, don't miss the work of the medicine garden. In addition, bring your five daughters-in-law with you, so that your wife will be happy and happy, and you can go. Li Liang spit on the time of a stick of incense, but the head of Qinglong really couldn't hear it, interrupted Li Liang's narration, stretched out his hand and waved it vigorously, coaxing Li Liang out like a fly.

Li Liang looked at the head of Qinglong stupidly, speechless for a while, and his psychology was also puzzled. "How did this Qinglong master reach such a deep comprehension realm, I haven't finished talking about it, how can he understand......?

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