Zhu Dong skillfully lifted the lid of the pot, and the fragrant smell of meat wafted out, and the meat in the pot was already cooked.

He picked up two old bowls by the stove, with more notches than the fingers of his hands combined, carefully filled the broth, and placed it on the broken wooden table beside it.

The pieces of meat in the soup can be counted at a glance, and for Zhu Dong, who is growing his body, this bit of nutrition is obviously not enough, which is why his body is so slender.

"Dad, it's time to eat," Zhu Dong shouted as he walked to the kitchen door.

A moment later, less than half of the door curtain of the kitchen was lifted, and a burly figure staggered in.

It was a middle-aged man in a gray robe, his robe was so torn that he didn't even have a patch, and his bronzed skin was faintly exposed.

The man's facial features are upright, and his messy hair is like a chicken's nest, under his thick eyebrows, his eyes are dull, he looks sleepy-eyed, and his waxy face is covered with dense beards, and he looks like an old man of seventy or eighty years.

The man's burly figure carried the smell of wine in his nose, which made Zhu Dong frown.

This middle-aged man who looks like an old man with vicissitudes of life is Zhu Dong's father in this world, Zhu Yuanhao.

Since he was a child, Zhu Dong has never truly experienced father's love like a normal person, and he doesn't know what father's love is like.

Zhu Yuanhao has always ignored him.

When Zhu Dong took the initiative to take over the cooking work from his father, Zhu Yuanhao, except for occasionally going out to graze in the afternoon, didn't care about anything at home, the family was so poor, there was not even a decent piece of furniture, and eating was also a problem.

For such a father, Zhu Dong has never complained. In his previous life, when he was in the Zhu family, he was an orphan.

In this world, although his father treats him badly, he at least has a relative and a person who makes him call Dad, which is very satisfying for Zhu Dong.

Seeing his father walk in, Zhu Dong hurriedly stepped forward, supported his father, who seemed to be about to fall in the next second, and walked to the table and sat down.

Zhu Yuanhao sat at the table, yawned long, seemed to be sleepy, he grabbed the bowl on the table, and poured it into his stomach in a big gulp, regardless of the steam.

"Dad, drink slowly, there is still a bowl in the pot", Zhu Dong took the bowl in his father's hand and gave him another bowl. I picked up the bowl and drank it.

Soon, seven or eight bowls of broth had already fallen into Zhu Yuanhao's stomach, Zhu Yuanhao put the bowl on the table, exhaled a long breath, and his waxy face looked a little shiny

He said to Zhu Dong without any emotion: "I'll go sleep for a while."

"Okay, Dad", Zhu Dong nodded and said.

Zhu Yuanhao stood up, walked straight to the kitchen door, drank a lot of broth, and his steps no longer seemed to stagger.

Zhu Yuanhao's schedule is very regular, he sleeps in the morning, grazes in the afternoon, and drinks at night.

At this time, a deep voice came from outside the yurt: "Brother Hao, Brother Hao." ”

Zhu Dong ran over and lifted the curtain in response.

I saw a middle-aged man, who looked like he was in his forties, burly and straight, his clothes were clean and tidy, his hair was meticulously combed, his eyes were bright under his thick eyebrows, and his upright facial features looked energetic, compared with Zhu Yuanhao, they were simply two extremes.

It was none other than Lan Tian's father, Lan Shengjie, and Zhu Dong called him Uncle Jie.

Zhu Dong still remembers that not long after coming to this world, Uncle Jie entered his life.

Uncle Jie takes care of everything in Zhu Dong like a relative, and often sends some daily necessities over.

It was hard for Zhu Dong to imagine what would have become of his family if it weren't for Uncle Jie.

Uncle Jie has always been very healthy and open-minded, and he is an excellent person.

Everyone in the tribe is reluctant to associate with the sloppy Zhu Yuanhao, only this Uncle Jie, he often comes to Zhu Yuanhao to chat, and sometimes drinks together, but he will control his drinking, and he will not be like his father, who has to get drunk every time.

It was only when Uncle Jie came that Zhu Dong could occasionally see a smile on his father's face.

"Uncle Jie, you're here!" Zhu Dong greeted cordially, and at the same time made a gesture of inviting in.

People who are good to themselves, Zhu Dong will always remember in his heart.

Zhu Yuanhao raised his head slowly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and said flatly: "Brother Shengjie, is there something wrong?"

Normally, Lan Shengjie would only look for Zhu Yuanhao before and after dinner.

"Brother Hao, I'm here to pick up Xiaodong to awaken in the dream source. Today is the day of Xiaodong's awakening of Mengyuan, didn't I tell you a few days ago? Lan Shengjie looked at Zhu Dongdao, who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Five days ago, Lan Shengjie came to tell Zhu Yuanhao that today is the day when Zhu Dong's dream source awakens.

In this world, the awakening of dreams is a very important thing, and other people's children are taken by their parents. Lan Shengjie knew that if he expected Zhu Yuanhao to send Xiaodong, he would definitely delay the awakening of Mengyuan, so he came to pick up Xiaodong.

"Dream source awakening", Zhu Yuanhao muttered to himself,

"Xiaodong, don't clean up, go to Mengyuan with Uncle Jie to awaken, don't delay cooking at noon", after saying that, Zhu Yuanhao made a goodbye gesture to Lan Shengjie and walked straight to his yurt.

"Okay, Dad. Zhu Dong answered, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, washed his hands in the basin, wiped them with an old towel, and turned to walk towards Uncle Jie.

Lan Shengjie looked at Zhu Yuanhao's back, with a special look in his eyes, as if he recalled some past events.

After a while, he led Zhu Dong to the door.

Walking on the road, Zhu Dong asked Lan Shengjie with some curiosity: "Uncle Jie, what is the awakening of the dream source?"

Lan Shengjie held Zhu Dong in one hand and Lan Tian in the other, and said: "Each of us has our own dream source, and when we are eight years old, we must awaken the dream source, if your awakened dream source is very good, and you can cultivate, then, in the future, you may become a dream master." Our tribe only has one chance to awaken once a year, and I can't let you miss it. ”

"I heard that it is the director of the Dream Source Hall of Vico City, and he is here to help you awaken in person, and that director should be a dream master at the level of a dream master. ”

Zhu Xingdong noticed that when Uncle Jie talked about the excellent dream source, a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

But when it came to the three words of Dream Source Palace, Uncle Jie obviously paused, revealing a cold look that Zhu Dong had never seen before.

It has been eight years since Zhu Dong came to this world, but his understanding of this world is still very limited, after all, this is only a small tribe, and the news is very closed.

In Zhu Dong's memory, his father has never left the tribe, and even the most basic daily necessities were exchanged by Uncle Jie with Zhu Dong, and only when he went out to change things, Zhu Dong could come into contact with the outside world.

In this world, there are four empires, or four alliances.

Because in these four empires, the princes of each side have divided their territories, and the nobles with armed forces are also numerous.

In addition, within the major empires, there are many clans that are not subject to the constraints of the empire, and they not only have their own spheres of influence, but also have very powerful private armies.

On the whole, the four empires checked each other, which allowed the mainland to maintain peace.

The province of Medamiso is located at the junction of the Heavenly Dream Empire and the Romance Empire, and the Vico City near the Excalibur Department is less than a hundred miles away from the Romance Empire.

Zhu Dong learned from the tribesmen that in this world, there is something called Dream Yuan.

It is said that everyone has a dream source.

The source of the dream can be awakened at the age of eight, and the source of the awakened dream can be anything.

But among them, only a very small number of people's dream sources can be cultivated to form the most noble profession in the world, dream masters.

Like the dream master in the legend of the Excalibur Department, the source of his dream is Excalibur, and through cultivation, he has the ability to fight.

That's all Zhu Dong knows, because everyone has their own dream source, and he also wants to know, what is his dream source, and can he cultivate?

He was already eight years old, and he didn't know why, but he vaguely felt that his spiritual skill had not been able to break through, and it seemed to be related to this dream source.

Zhu Dong is not very interested in becoming a dream master, but he is determined to let the Zhu family have the spirit and regain the glory of the past in this world.

Zhu Dong was ambiguous about the concept of the dream master, and he naturally seized the opportunity to continue asking: "Uncle Jie, what do you mean by the dream sect and the dream master?"