Chapter 128: The Remnants of China

Yao Qianshu dressed up as a young businessman, carrying a big burden on his back, slowly walked on the official road, he didn't know where it led here, after coming out of the Guardian Heaven, he chose a direction, and after the sword flew for nearly an hour, he casually chose a pipe and came down, so he really didn't know where he was.

At this time, an old man who was thin but seemed kind accosted Yao Qianshu, and out of politeness, Yao Qianshu told him that his fake name was a cash cow!

The old man couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't expose it, although he didn't understand the real origin of Yao Qianshu, but he knew that the name Yao Qianshu told him was definitely not his real name!

"Cash cow? Haha, Brother Tai is really a good name! ”

"Uncle, look at what you said, the name is a code name, what is the difference between good and bad, but I still want to thank you for the compliment!"

The two chatted like this, and later, after a side knock, the soul of the war army knew that this place now belonged to the Suzaku Empire, and its name was Tree Planting City.

"Tree City? Uncle, this name is too weird, isn't it? ”

"Young man, do you know that in the southwest of Tree Planting City, there is an Iron Camp Mountain, this Iron Camp Mountain was a barren mountain a long time ago, and when the rainy season comes, flash floods will break out, threatening the safety of the Tree Planting City. Many people moved away in order to avoid disaster, but later, I don't know when to move a family, this family Wang Laohan is a very good person, and seems to be very wise, he said that as long as the tree is planted, you can turn waste into treasure, so that Tieying Mountain becomes a treasure land, their ancestors and grandchildren for three generations, a family of seven, spent nearly ten years of effort, the Tieying Mountain a small hill into a green shirt surrounded by green trees, and that green mountain, has not been a flash flood situation, moreover, the soil under the mountain is fertile, A large number of good crops grew, and as a result, many people moved over, and slowly, the city became a city of tree planting. ”

Yao Qianshu listened to the old man's nagging for a long time, and couldn't help but be very interested in the three generations of grandchildren, the concept of "planting trees, protecting mountains and consolidating waters" was put forward in modern times, but the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren were able to think of these at that time, it was really not simple!

"So, old man, do they still have descendants to live here?"

"Yes, haha, now in the tree planting city, the surname Wang is a big family, ten locals, at least three are the Wang family, this Wang Lao Han is respected as the first city lord of the tree planting city, for many years, the city lord of the tree planting city has always been their family's people, and they really live up to expectations, little by little this Tieying Mountain from a barren land to a beautiful and rich fairyland-like existence!"

"Oh? A fairyland-like existence? ”

"Yes, Mr. Shake, in addition to the westernmost peaks in Tieying Mountain, the remaining more than 20 peaks are completely covered by green trees, and the landscape in the mountains is very good, but it is a well-known tourist mecca!"

"Haha, in that case, I must visit the Wang clan and visit Tieying Mountain by the way."

Someone accompanied, time flies, it seems that Tieying Mountain, which is still far away in the sky, was soon left behind by them, the next day Shen Shi three o'clock, they entered the tree planting city, Yao Qianshu went out of the mountain to experience the red dust, for food, clothing, housing and transportation and other requirements at all, very casual, therefore, casually found an inn and lived in, the enthusiastic old man, at the beginning of the city, has parted ways.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Yao Qianshu walked to the south of the city, where there are a large number of houses, these houses are very simple, just black bricks and gray tiles, which makes Yao Qianshu feel very familiar!

When Yao Qianshu came to the main gate of a house along a street under the guidance of others, he saw a vermilion door, the door was wrapped with huge copper nails, looking at it, it was so kind, Yao Qianshu's heart moved, this style, he had seen it for the first time, but it was the first time he had seen it in this cultivation realm.

After informing the family at the door, the owner of the mansion, thinking that the short and fat kind old man came out to greet him with a smile, and after greeting the guest and the host, he entered the guest hall hand in hand.

"Elder Wang, please forgive Yao for coming in a hurry, because after hearing the legend of your ancestor, he has great respect for your ancestor's high wind and bright festival, so he came to visit."

It is estimated that this Wang Lao is also used to this kind of sudden visit, and after he thanked him with a smile, he told Yao Qianshu some deeds about that Wang Laohan.

The two chatted for a while, feeling very speculative, Yao Qianshu's heart moved, and he asked:

"Elder Wang, I look at the architectural style of your mansion, not afraid, very kind, quite like the things of my hometown, I don't know which of you is the handiwork?"

Wang Lao's spirits perked up, he stood up suddenly, and asked in surprise:

"Mr. Yao, are there many such buildings in your hometown?"

Yao Qianshu secretly sighed, he is from the earth of China, the ancient mansion there, is it not like this? Black bricks and gray tiles, green trees, the house is divided into three entrances, and the house is divided into inside and outside, which is a typical style of ancient Chinese houses!

Yao Qianshu had some guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to guess, after all, here and the earth were two completely different worlds, and he had to completely keep his rebirth secret, but there was a faint expectation in his heart.

Facing Wang Lao's question, he smiled slightly and said:

"My hometown does have this style of architecture, it is in the far east, not on this continent, where it is called Huaxia!"

"Huaxia? Chinese? Are you sure? Sir, are you from Huaxia? ”

Wang Lao was obviously excited, not only her, but even Yao Qianshu was also excited, looking at Wang Lao's appearance, he seemed to know the word "Huaxia"!

After Yao Qianshu gave an affirmative answer, Wang Lao took him around and around and came to a very hidden hut, and after carefully opening the lock of the hut, Wang Lao and Yao Qianshu pushed the door in, and without waiting for Wang Lao to say anything, Yao Qianshu saw a painting hanging on the wall at a glance, on which was a Confucian old man, and on the painting it was obvious that these lines were written:

Miss my parents, miss my hometown, the descendants of Yan and Huang, love my China!

Yao Qianshu's figure shook a few times, this middle hall says everything, this old man Wang is really a Chinese clan like him!

At the moment, the two of them had a deep talk, each of them was embarrassed, Yao Qianshu was really pleased to be able to meet Chinese descendants in another world, and that Wang Lao was also full of tears, and he was even more relieved that he finally saw someone from his hometown, and he always sighed, there are no regrets in this life!