Name: Mo Chen

Life: 10 (normal people's initial life, natural disasters and man-made disasters will reduce life, and the promotion of status can increase life)

Luck: 10 (the lowest luck of a normal person, if the luck is lower than the minimum value, the person's luck will continue to deteriorate)

Money: 7 pieces of 5 baht

Life skills: Farming lv. 7, manure crafting lv. 6

Combat Skill: None

Commander Skills: None

Scratching his head, Chen Mo used a branch to draw 0, 1, 2, and 3 on the ground...... The word 9, for the magical things that appeared in his mind, Chen Mo didn't know what it was, but according to the research in the past three years, as well as the questions to his mother, these should be numbers, from nine to up, there are various combinations, for example, 10 represents ten, 11 represents eleven, 20 represents twenty, and so on, endlessly.

For Chen Mo, who doesn't know a lot of big characters, being able to rely on asking questions and figuring out these things by himself makes Chen Mo feel that he is already very remarkable.

However, he had seen the Wu account room in the township to keep accounts, it didn't seem to be these, he had told people that he had such a thing in his head, but no one believed it at all, after a long time, Chen Mo didn't say more, only nine-year-old Chen Mo didn't know too much truth, but he gradually understood that this strange information in his mind didn't seem to be available to everyone.

After a long time, Chen Mo looked at the sky, the weeds in the field had been hoeed, and the new fertilizer had been prepared, so he picked up the basket and walked back.

"Yo~Dung Lang is back~" When he returned to the village, he saw several farmers who had also returned from farming to greet him.

Dung Lang is Chen Mo's nickname, Chen Mo was called Chen Ergou when he was a child, of course, now he is not big, since he found that the inexplicable thing in his mind has all kinds of miracles, Chen Mo feels that he is different from others, he began to resist this name, his mother can't resist him, I heard that after asking for his own family, he got the name Mo.

Well, if you want to talk about the background, Chen Mo is actually a child of a family, the Huaipu Chen family is very famous, and the ancestors have also produced three prince-level figures, and now the famous Chen Qi is counted according to the generation, Chen Mo should be called an uncle.

However, the relationship between the two families is a little far, although it is in the genealogy, but Chen Mo's branch goes back to the top, Chen Qiu, the captain of the year, is the brother of his grandfather Chen Qiong, but Chen Qiong is a concubine, and he became a county magistrate in his life, and now after three generations, his father was not even recommended for filial piety back then, and this Shu clan basically doesn't move around much with the main family, and even this name feels a little charity, which makes Chen Mo feel unspeakably awkward.

However, the name Chen Mo was not accepted by everyone in the village, and he was more called Ergou or Dung Lang, as for the reason, his mother said that it was related to manure.

It is not a secret that watering the ground with dry manure after some treatment can make the crops grow better, people began to water the ground in this way a long time ago, as for how long, Chen Mo does not know, from the beginning of his own understanding, when he followed his mother and fellow villagers to learn to farm, this seems to have become a kind of common sense.

But since this thing appeared in his mind, every once in a while, he would inexplicably get some farming or information about manure making, about six years old, his mother became ill from hard work, and six-year-old Chen Mo began to follow the adults to the field, carrying a small hoe, learning to farm at a glance, every once in a while, the symbols behind the farming and manure making in life skills will change, and every time there is a change, some information will appear.

When he was seven years old, Chen Mo began to try to make manure by himself, according to the information in his mind, after collecting a large amount of livestock manure through drying, fermentation and other procedures, the manure produced became a little different.

In the second year, that is, when Chen Mo was eight years old, because his life had improved, Chen Mo's strength was also much greater in the perennial farming, more manure was produced, the speed of ploughing was faster, the harvest was thirty percent more than the previous year, and the life of the Chen family was also improved.

However, because of the perennial production of manure, even in winter, Chen Mo will collect manure to prepare for the next year's farming, so he has the name of dung lang.

He didn't like this name, at first Chen Mo would fight with others, but after a long time, Chen Mo became numb, it doesn't matter what the name is, as long as he can live well, it is enough to let his mother enjoy some blessings.

"Uncle Zhang is back?" Seeing the farmer, Chen Mo's eyes lit up, and he trotted up and said excitedly: "Uncle Zhang, tell me about the things in the city~"

For Chen Mo, who has lived here since he was a child, the county seat is a little far away for him, and he is more curious, although he invited the doctor who treated his mother, but he didn't understand anything at that time, plus he was worried about his mother's condition, how could he have the heart to remember those, I heard that there is everything in the city, people can eat chicken eggs (eggs) every day, for Chen Mo, being able to eat chicken eggs every day is the life that people in the county should have, and therefore, they are very yearning for the county.

"That's it." Uncle Zhang and Chen Mo are neighbors, and after saying goodbye to a few companions, he didn't go back, and sat on the wooden pier at the door and said: "But recently, a few immortals have come to the city, and they are sending runes in the city, boy, if you want to go tomorrow, maybe you can meet, ask for a bowl of rune water for your mother, maybe the bones of that body will be fine." ”

"Uncle Zhang, are there really immortals in this world?" Chen Mo looked at Uncle Zhang and asked curiously.

"Yes." Uncle Zhang nodded and said, "Have you heard of the great sage and good teacher?" He should be considered an immortal. ”

The great virtuous and good teacher, when Chen Mo began to remember, was already very famous, but Chen Mo had never seen it, but I heard that he was a character who could call the wind and rain and scatter beans into soldiers, and when he heard Uncle Zhang say at this moment, he couldn't help but nodded: "The great virtuous and good teacher is a god?" ”

"Of course." Uncle Zhang nodded as a matter of course.

"The Great Sage and Good Master is in Xiaqiu!?" Chen Mo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, if it was a great sage and good teacher, he might know if the mysterious existence in his mind was an immortal.

"Naturally not, the great sage and good teacher are very busy." Uncle Zhang shook his head: "It's his disciple who came, called Lei Gong, a disciple of an immortal, so naturally he is half an immortal." ”

The disciples of the immortals are also immortals?

Chen Mo nodded ignorantly, as if there was some truth, but it didn't seem right......

"Tomorrow, Li Zheng and they are going to the county on business, you go to beg Li Zheng to take you with you." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

"Oh." Chen Mo had a smile on his face: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, I'll go back first." ”

He is now a little impatient to follow Lizheng Aweng to the county seat to meet the immortals.

"Go ahead!" Uncle Zhang waved his hand, looking at Chen Mo who was running away with a small back basket, but sighed in his heart, Chen's mother lost her husband in her early years, and it was indeed not easy to pull Xiao Chen Mo up alone, but now in this Zhuangzi, most people are actually quite envious of Chen's mother for having such a sensible and capable and smart son.

Thinking about his son, who was only half a year older than Chen Mo, but was still digging birds' nests with others every day, Uncle Zhang suddenly had the urge to go back and beat up this little cub.

Look at the people, at the age of six, he began to plough the fields, when he was seven years old, he had already gone to the field with everyone, and now he is nine years old, although he is nicknamed dung, but he is already the main labor force of the family.

There's no comparison!

Uncle Zhang shook his head, stood up, patted his buttocks, and walked back......