The suburbs of the city are dominated by willow trees, with soft stripes fluttering and young leaves blooming.

The letter of heaven slowed down and looked at the sun.

Although his eyesight is much better than that of ordinary people, and he is not afraid of strong light, after all, it is far worse than an astronomical telescope. Only a blur can be seen, but no clear details can be seen.

Because the short waves in the sunlight are scattered by the earth's atmosphere, the long waves are easy to penetrate, and the light ball you see in front of you is orange-yellow, as if it is a large cake inlaid with dense nuts. A thin rosy atmosphere lingers, and the outermost gas ionizes to form a bewitching corona that stretches into the vastness of deep space......

Everything is stable, how did Master see the abnormality?

I don't understand, it doesn't make sense......

Xin Tianyou shook his head, feeling that if he believed in Master's words, he might not have anything to eat.

In the Void, the high-tech age of 10,000 years ago had already made a detailed diagnosis of the sun. Not a single theory, not a single piece of evidence, points to premature inflation.

I thought of the virtual realm, and I thought of the "dream pillow" that was smashed into powder.

Xintianyou has a little regret, but he doesn't regret it. If you don't smash it, you may never be able to get out of the mountain, and you will shrink into the virtual world to be the king, which is similar to suffering from "Internet addiction".

Asha is afraid that Brother Xin will become a white-bearded old man, why is he not afraid?

I don't know the years and months in my dreams......

I'm afraid that when I wake up, I will already have gray hair.

Master, that bastard, in order to test how long the body of a perfect warrior can last without intaking nutrients and water. once locked him in the virtual realm at the age of ten for more than half a month......

As a result, when Xin Tianyou woke up, he found a tear-jerking little mummy in the mirror.

The year before last, when he had just stepped into the Killing Realm, the messenger salivated and brought up the old story again, thinking that this time he would definitely survive for two months. The experiment of extreme survival is actually very necessary. Be prepared for danger in times of peace, what if one day the sky should not be called the earth......

Xintianyou didn't say a word and ran away, grabbed the dream pillow and smashed it!

After listening to Sun Xuan's words last night, I felt that it was necessary to take a look at the Xia family's old house.

In Qingshui Township, it is easy to inquire about the situation.

Mrs. Xia's in-laws and in-laws are known to everyone in this area. relied on a few acres of thin land to support his son's education, and became a Hanlin at the age of twenty-five. If Xia Xing is released as an official, he may be able to do the county guard.

Coming out of a poor family is a great event that glorifies the ancestors.

People from all over the country dance with their eyebrows when they talk about it, and they are honored, and they use this to inspire their children.

Who would have thought that fifteen years ago, Xia Xing disappeared with his mother-in-law and the twins who had just been born. There is no one in life, and no corpse in death.

Mrs. Xia has two in-laws, one of whom is ill.

As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread.

After several years of delay, several acres of thin fields were replaced with decoctions. In the end, the two in-laws would rather wait for death than sell the house to prolong their lives. said that he was afraid that his son would come back with his daughter-in-law and grandson and would not be able to find a home.

The house was entrusted to the in-laws surnamed Wang, but the in-laws also left a few years ago, and the only son Wang Er was in charge.

That Wang Er is lazy to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. Within a few years, he lost his family property, and he put on the idea of the Xia family's old house.

A three-in-five house is probably worth two hundred taels of silver in the prosperous area of the county, and only fifty or sixty taels in the countryside at most.

Even if you add half an acre of pond behind the house, three points of vegetable land, two points of square land in the front yard, and dozens of big trees on both sides, it is no more than 100 taels.

Moreover, the old mansion has been in dilapidation after more than ten years of wind and rain. The family walked inexplicably, and the atmosphere was gloomy.

Therefore, no one dared to take over at all.

Wang Er lowered the price again and again, and finally sold it to Huang Yuanwai for 25 taels.

Huang Yuanwai didn't want the gloomy and dilapidated house, but bought a few acres of land from Mrs. Xia at a low price in the early years. As long as the house is collected, the land can be connected into patches, and the pond can be used for watering. He paid a deposit of five taels of silver, made an appointment with Wang Er, and this afternoon the silver and goods were paid for two and the house was picked.

The spring breeze in February is warm, and there are no insect sounds during the day. The cicadas are still hiding in the ground, and it will take a month before they crawl out to make noise.

Willows, neem, locust trees, etc. are planted on the side of the road, and a ditch five or six meters wide has been dug.

The little swimming fish swirls from time to time. The polyp glides across the water, leaving two long scratches. A frog squatted beside the ditch, its white belly bulging like a small tiger.

The picture is quite like the artistic conception of a poem.

If I don't speak first in the spring, which insect dares to make a sound?

Xintianyou rode unhurriedly in the shade of the trees, glanced at the ditch with interest, and then set his eyes a mile away.

There, on the outer wall of the old house, leaned against a straight cedar pole more than two feet long and the thickness of a sea bowl.

Under a big tree next to the ditch, an oil-walled mule cart is parked. A fat white man wearing a copper coin pattern satin stood tall on his toes, standing with his hands behind his back beside the car, and a handlebar, a nurse, and a housekeeper behind him.

Under a tree a foot away nearby, there were three idlers squatting. A little farther away, six swarthy men sat on the ground. They all wore shabby cloth shoes and short clothes, and tools such as saws, iron drills, pickaxes, and brick knives were randomly placed next to their feet.

In the center of the flat ground kneeled a thin man in his thirties with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, first lit the paper money, and then inserted three burning incense sticks into the ground, and said with a sad face:

"Old lady Xia, wife, it's not that Wang Er has no conscience. I have helped you take care of the house for more than ten years, and there is no credit and hard work. On weekdays, no one is allowed to cut down a tree...... Sister, brother-in-law, I can't help it. If you don't sell your house, you'll starve to death. Once you starve to death, the house still can't hold ...... Why don't you let me change some money first, and then redeem it when I get rich......"

After bangbangbang kowtowed three times in a row, Wang Er got up and retreated to the mule cart. After talking a few words to Huang Yuanwai, he took out a yellowed piece of paper from his bosom and handed it over.

The butler shouted, and the six men immediately got up and walked to the front of the house. Hold on to the end of the pole and stand in a position ready to top the wall.

"The house can't be picked!"

A calm voice sounded, seemingly speaking in everyone's ear.

The craftsmen were startled, looking at each other in disbelief.

"Hey, I seem to hear someone talking, do you hear it?"

"I also heard it, and I said that the house can't be picked."

The housekeeper rubbed his ears, glanced at Huang Yuanwai carefully, and saw that the master's gloomy face was silent, so he scolded the six men: "Hey, hey, it's just a gust of wind blowing, what's the fuss." You don't want to be paid? Pick it up! ”

The six of them slowly swallowed and re-aligned their postures.

Someone spat into the palm of his hand, dipped some saliva and rubbed it on his forehead, and said in his mouth "Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law".

"I said, the house can't be picked!"

The voice sounded again, faintly impatient and stern.

The six men were so frightened that they threw away their poles and ducked to the side with pale faces. Some people shouted "Old Lady Xia", some people said "It's Xia Xing", and some people shouted, "I have already talked about the evil door of this house, you don't believe it......"

The three idlers also heard the sound and jumped up in fright.

Wang Er was so frightened that he simply knelt down again.

The nurse pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, looked left and right, and suddenly pointed to the south and said, "Look there." ”

Fifty feet away, I saw a tall white horse running in small steps, stepping on the green grass without making a sound.

Everyone stared blankly.

A horse is worth twenty or thirty taels of silver, and a thousand miles of horses are worth ten thousand gold. Obediently, like the horse in front of you is worth at least forty or fifty taels, and it can be exchanged for a house.

In this shabby place in Qingshui Township, it is extremely difficult to see horses, and even the richest Huang Yuanwai only takes a mule cart.

Even if you can afford it, you may not be able to afford it.