The sun is slanting to the west, and the sunset layer is dyed.

Three or two white birds chased in the air, flew from the lake in the distance, landed in the rice fields, flapped their wings, and chirped happily.

After the neighbors who were watering the fields greeted Yu Sheng, they carried shovels and whistled leisurely back along the ridges.

Suddenly, a rabbit came out of the field and interrupted the whistle.

The farmer pounced cautiously, and the rabbit's legs jumped and hid in the rice paddies, splashing him with mud and causing the rest of his life to gloat laughter.

The farmer didn't care, patted the dust, laughed and scolded the rest of his life, and left.

A gust of wind blows, and the bamboo leaves fall in a flutter, flying in the field, and falling on the shoulders of the rest of their lives.

He sat on the ox-cart and looked back to see the monkey on the tree languishing on the branches, staring at him with fierce eyes.

"You have to leave some of it, you can't take it all off. Yu Sheng said that the monkey had helped a lot, otherwise he would have to climb a tree to pick fruit.

Fu Nan came over with a pile of fruit and put it on the ox cart, "You have a little conscience." ”

"Of course, I'll have to help it next year. Yu Sheng said.

Bai Xingxing put a bag of fruit on the car, and saw smoke rising from the grave on the south side, which was the townspeople burning the bamboo rat.

The wind was straight at first, but when it was blown by the wind, it was sent to the bamboo forest, drifting over the treetops, and then accompanied by the bamboo leaves to the west mountain.

The chanting of Sanskrit music and the sound of wooden fish percussion are also sent along with the wind, making people's hearts feel as if they have been washed, empty and peaceful.

"It's so far away that Sanskrit sound can be delivered. During the day, the master looked at the tomb, "This old monk's cultivation is superb and should not be underestimated." ”

Fu Nan, as a brocade guard, was born with a problem, "Where did he come from? Xishan Temple took a lot of lives back then." ”

"Whatever, go home. Yu Sheng sat on the ox cart, flicked the whip, and the ox cart started slowly.

The fields outside the town are flat, the wind blows the rice waves, and the huge dandelion seeds rise in the wind as if snow is falling.

"It's not bad to buy a few acres of thin fields and spend your old age here. "Fu Nan sat in the car," the city lord sword bag is here to help a lot. ”

The town outside Yangzhou City, only the town is the most comfortable.

Other towns are a little away from the city, and without the deterrence of the city lord, they will often be attacked by demon beasts, and it will be difficult to survive on a foothold.

Even those who barely stand on their feet often face the fight against monsters.

Fu Nan's father was bitten to death by a blue wolf when Fu Nan was a child, and later his mother also died of evil spirits.

Now his hometown is in ruins, and the villagers have to return to Yangzhou City to find a difficult way to survive.

Yu Sheng was curious: "Why did the city lord just hang a sword bag on the memorial arch of the town?"

Bai Xingxing shook his head, the Jinyi Guard, where Fu Yan was located, belonged directly to the city lord, and he had heard a little, "I heard that someone in the town saved her life a hundred years ago. ”

Yu Sheng stopped the whip in his hand and looked back at Fu Yan, "It's really fake, the city lord was also a sword immortal a hundred years ago, right, someone in the town saved her?"

"Who is it, who is it?" Yu Sheng said excitedly, "I didn't expect that there was another worldly master in the town. ”

Fu Gan: "How do I know that I didn't exist a hundred years ago?" ”

"Could it be the fifth grandmother?" Yu Sheng muttered, "She is light and breezy all day long, sitting in front of the door to watch the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, and she has the demeanor of a master." ”

Bai is happy to have met this fifth grandmother. He was about to speak, when he saw Yu Sheng, he clapped his hands and said, "Could it be Aunt Ma and his mother-in-law? ”

Fu Gan: "Don't guess, I've just heard about it, whether it's true or not." ”

As he spoke, the ox cart had already landed on the stone bridge.

The little white fox was lying on the bluestone on the bank of the river, and a group of ducklings were driven off the shore by it and were swimming happily in the river.

When Yu Sheng returned to the backyard of the inn, he saw that the grass was making a record of the grass.

Qiuqiu chewed grass in his mouth, discerning its medicinal properties, and occasionally "squeaked" a sentence or two to the grass, and he didn't know how the grass understood.

The dog is also in the backyard. Don't look at it ugly, now it's familiar with Sheriff Black Cat, even Qiuqiu is close to it.

It can be seen that many creatures like to be friends with ugly people, and only in this way can they bring out their beauty.

"This is also the reason why Yushu is like me, and I also need to have friends like you. "For the rest of his life, it was difficult to say to the Heavenly Master who was sitting on the roof of the backyard chatting.

Suddenly, a tile fell, but fortunately, the rest of his life flashed quickly.

He moved the stone mill out and drew Cao'er's gaze to him, "What are you going to do?"

Yu Sheng smiled: "Let you drink something different tonight." ”

In his previous life, his grandmother's family for the rest of his life often used stone grinding to grind soy milk and tofu, so he could make it without systematic guidance.

Cao'er didn't let Qiuqiu taste the grass anymore, she squatted over with Qiuqiu, and watched curiously as Yu Sheng added water to grind the beans into a pulp.

After grinding it was almost done, Yu Sheng stopped, and Cao'er followed Yu Sheng in and out curiously, until Yu Sheng boiled the soy milk.

"This is tofu?" the Celestial Master also leaned over, "This thing can be stir-fried?"

"It's drunk. Yu Sheng said, "I'm too lazy to make tofu, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

The night is four, and the sunset leaves a trace of afterglow on the archway and slowly falls into the West Mountain.

The foot merchant of the inn, the five martial artists came down to wait for the meal, and the old monk and apprentice were also arranged in the inn.

Yu Sheng tasted the boiled soy milk first, "Tsk, it tastes really good." Yu Sheng boasted.

At this moment, the cold voice of the system sounded:

The host completes the drink soy milk alone, and the merit value is 50 points.

Without waiting for the rest of his life to be angry with the system to dismantle his platform, the system issued a new task:

In view of the flaws in the host's homemade soy milk, a new task is released.

【Mission】Continue to improve the taste of homemade soy milk.

【Quest Reward】Twenty merit points for each further reward.

"Improve the taste?" Yu Sheng smiled slyly and added salt to a bowl of soy milk.

"Salted soy milk, is it considered an improvement?" he said to the system.

The system is helpless: Congratulations to the host for successfully improving one level, and rewarding 20 merit points.

"Hey, hey. Yu Sheng smirked.

He exchanged it for sugar from the system condiments and added it to another bowl of soy milk, "Sweet soy milk, hurry, hurry, come to the merit value." ”

System: The host intentionally insults the system's IQ and deducts 30 merit points.

Yu Sheng said angrily: "I ......"

"Drip, drip, drip. The voice came from Yu Sheng's mouth.

The rest of his life was dumbfounded, never expecting that this grandson would have the function of blocking sensitive words.

He could only greet the system and his uncle fiercely in his thoughts.

Bai Xingxing poked his head in and looked at Yu Sheng in surprise, "Shopkeeper, what are you doing, have you started eating?"

"I'm taking a taxi. The rest of his life said angrily.

"Take a taxi?" Bai was puzzled, "What car, horse-drawn cart, ox cart, or whose name is the car?"

Yu Sheng didn't bother to explain, pointed to the two bowls of soy milk, and said, "Take these out, and drink this soup dumpling tonight." ”

Although it is not a dish, Bai Xingxing has great expectations for this ** and has been waiting for a long time.

He hurriedly took out the soy milk, and put a small plate of sugar and salt for the rest of his life, so that they could choose the right flavor for themselves.