Of course, the Creator (pseudo) needs to sleep.

This was one of the core rules at the beginning of the setup.

Otherwise, how to resist and eliminate the influence of the spatio-temporal flattening effect on its source?

Otherwise, how to reduce "power consumption", you must know that maintaining its existence is the bulk of the "expenditure" of the new system.

Of course, there is one more important and secret reason - if it does not sleep, how can it leave a gap so that Ma Liang has a chance to do something?

The magic pen can't be scrapped, right?

So it must be asleep, both from a realistic point of view and from the interests of Ma Liang.

Every time it sleeps, it is a "self-examination and restoration" to clear the erosion that time and space cannot detect and resist, so that it will not change quietly and uncontrollably.

Yes, the Adept, the Serial has the potential to get out of control, and it has it.

For time and space, both are essentially the same, except that the degree and magnitude of the shock and error are different.

The amount of force applied to space-time, space-time will give you how much force it will give you.

In the evening, the old man personally went up the mountain to pick a big rooster and killed it, and before it was dark, he prepared dinner for Ma Liang.

The aroma of chicken pot came in through the gap in the window, and Ma Liang sat at his former desk, holding a magic pen in his hand.

Although the creator (pseudo) is asleep, it does not mean that the magic pen can be used without scruples.

It's like a gardener who has taken a break for a while, but as a seedling, you can't be too "outstanding".

What happens when the gardener wakes up, and what if the gardener thinks you're "sick" and pays special attention to you because of this?

Therefore, how to use it, how to use it, we still have to be extremely careful, to grasp a degree, a degree that will not attract its attention, and at the same time can secretly grab additional nutrients.

At this level, Ma Liang had already thought about it.

The first is the main material of Sequence 8.

The trip to Shennongjia was a chess piece that he estimated the time and fell in advance.

And the period of 3 months is the maximum amount of continuous work of the "gardener".

Shennongjia must have his main material, even if it is not now, when the time and place come, there will be it.

The second is to solve Xia Fan's troubles.

Don't get me wrong, the magic pen will not operate directly on her, but will tell Ma Liang a way, a way that can be achieved within the scope of his current ability, and this method is not to restore Xia Fan to its original state, but to modulate.

Modulated to the extent that Ma Liang's promise to her was fulfilled, it was enough.

It's not just a human being to be like a human being!

Xia Fan was naked and spinning in front of him, Ma Liang's eyes became deep, and he muttered, "Don't worry, I remember everything, always." ”

"Ryoko, come out and eat!"

"Oh!"

The dining table was placed in the courtyard, full of a large pot of local chickens with an attractive aroma, and the moon came out, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down, looking very warm, even the breeze blowing in did not seem so cold.

Ma Liang remembered when he was a child.

It's also this courtyard, it's also a table, and it's two people, one old and one young, and it's so silent and lonely.

Ma Liang poured wine for the old man, the old man smoked dry cigarettes, and sat with a golden knife.

waited until he finished smoking the bag of cigarettes before he said lightly: Eat!

Ma Liang picked up the chopsticks.

The taste of the food is very good, this chicken tastes exactly like two species in the city, it was originally eaten without sleep, but the old man's feudal style was broken tonight.

He knocked the cigarette pot on the soles of his feet, took a sip of wine, and suddenly said, "What are you going to do with the forests and fields on the mountain?" ”

"What?" Ma Liang raised his head.

"Originally, it was to pass on to your family business, your two unsuccessful uncles have been red-eyed for a long time, and it was none of their business, but now that you are out, just tell me what you think."

Ma Liang smiled and said, "Then give it to them." ”

"You can think about it, more than 100,000 yuan a year."

This number is ten times or a hundred times more, and Ma Liang can't look at it.

"I'll leave tomorrow, I'm so busy, and it's not convenient to say now......"

The old man nodded and said, "That's right, after eating the public meal, you have to serve the public family, and keeping such a forest farm is afraid that it will affect your career." ”

It's not the same thing at all.

However, Ma Liang didn't explain, old-school people are very stubborn, the angle and way of seeing the world and thinking about problems have been fixed, and the juniors should follow and coax, and there is no need to fight for one, two, three.

"Then it's cheap for those two bastards!" , the old man looked unwilling, and his head was like a glass of wine.

Looking at his appearance and scolding tone, those who don't know think that they will talk about any more enemies.

In fact, they are all his blood relatives.

"What bastards are so ugly, if they are bastards, what are you, what are you, what are Brother Da Mao, Brother Ermao, and Sister Juanzi?"

The old man glared when he heard this, "Eat you, and teach Lao Tzu a lesson!" ”

Get!

Ma Liang didn't say anything anymore and buried himself in eating.

After a while.

The old man asked again, "Do you have any friends?" ”

Ma Liang snorted.

"Just talk about it, bring it back that day and let me see, my body is bones, maybe it will last a few years."

Ma Liang's eyes were hot when he heard this.

He said in his heart, don't worry when you are old, I will not force you to keep you like the old time and space, you will be safe and secure in this life, and you will live a long life.

"Is there enough money?"

Ma Liang raised his head, blinked his eyes and smiled: "What is money, the country can't wait to match all my wives to me, and I still want money?" ”

The old man nodded happily, and then his face turned pale, and he reprimanded: "Look at what you can." ”

Ma Liang smiled.

"I've saved some over the years, plus the ones you sent back, and I'll leave them to you when you get married, don't think about them anymore...... Although the country has everything, men still have to have money, and if they don't have money, their waists will not be hard...... Be generous to other girls, be sincere to other parents, don't be stingy, buckle the rope, we rural people ......"

Ma Liang listened to his chatter and only felt extremely warm.

Memories are like the lid of a pot has been lifted, flooding out in the corners of deliberate ignorance and forgetting.

This old man, this yard, the mountain behind him, the trees above and below the mountain, those chickens and ducks, those people......

The ups and downs, resentment and hatred, all rose and precipitated with this chatter, precipitated into the dishes on the table and the wine in the cup.

The next day, the old man called Ma Liang's eldest uncle and second uncle back.

I also found the old people in the village to testify and signed the paperwork.

Ma Liang finally pressed his handprint, and went to the mountain for a turn, and in the afternoon, a large family of uncles and brothers had a lively meal in the courtyard.

Don't look at the old man's ugly scolding, even if his children and grandchildren are surrounded by a straight face, as if everyone owes him.

But Ma Liang could still see that he was very happy, happy in his heart.

Yes, there is an old man who doesn't like a house full of children and grandchildren, a large family and harmony?

In the past, it was to protect him, just like an old wolf protecting a cub that had just come out of the nest.

Now that the biggest contradiction is gone, it will naturally go smoothly.

In the evening, Ma Liang got on the shuttle bus and left alone.

[Tomorrow's Double 11, are you ready to chop your hands? ] 】