After Tian Ermiao went back, he went straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen was simple and shabby, and a dirt-stacked stove had been blackened with smoke.

There is a table next to it with dishes and chopsticks, and a steamed bun.

Under the table is a copper-colored jar, Tian Ermiao opened it and saw that there was half a jar of rice in it, as for the green vegetables and meat, Tian Ermiao didn't see it, only a jar of pickles hanging in the air.

Tian Ermiao shook his head, this is not even as good as the poor mountain village people in the secular world.

He gave away the bowls and pots that he didn't have in the morning.

Scooped out a bowl of rice, and when washing the rice, Tian Ermiao found something strange.

This rice is not ordinary rice at all.

Although he can't use his divine sense now, he has a lot of weight in his hands.

Tian Ermiao thought about what it looked like in the morning, he looked outside, "This town is full of strangeness. ”

A bowl of rice was put into the pot, and Tian Ermiao began to cook rice.

He added firewood to the stove as he thought about the town.

He didn't really know the town yet, but since last night, it's full of quirks.

In a small town in the desert, the ground is unimaginably hard, and there is that hoe, Tian Ermiao feels that it must be something beyond the spiritual weapon.

It's just that there are small towns in the desert, and there is even a river, and the key is that the river is about to rise to the shore, which is not logical at all.

Where does the river go?

Even more perverse is the chain.

The iron chain is really cold under the exposure of the sun, and it is still so heavy, so, how long is the iron chain?

Where is the other end of the chain at the bottom of the river?

"Every time I pull it out, I don't hear the click of chains, it seems to be...... The sound of bones rubbing against each other is average. ”

Tian Ermiao narrowed his eyes.

Gong Xiong's physical strength was beyond his imagination.

You must know that Tian Ermiao has experienced several thunder tribulations, and Wu Chen's nutrient solution has laid a solid foundation, and his physical body is so good.

and the man in brocade, Song Tianxing.

Song Tianxing is very much like the second ancestor who has nothing to do in the secular world.

However, Wu Chen would not underestimate him at all.

Song Tianxing's thin body was fake.

Even if Song Tianxing's physical strength is not as good as Gong Xiong, it will not be much worse.

Tian Ermiao wanted to take some time to go to the town.

Suddenly, he felt that someone had come in, and he looked up to see that it was the owner of this place, the old man, whom Song Tianxing called Mr. Wen.

The old man's face was full of anger at this time.

Tian Ermiao was a little puzzled, and then, he was a little annoyed.

"You're right, but don't think you're free to lose your temper with me. Tian Ermiao said.

"Do you think I shouldn't have lost my temper with you?"

Mr. Wen snorted.

"Why?" Tian Ermiao frowned.

Compared to frowning, Tian Ermiao can't compare to the old man, the old man is an old man after all, the wrinkles on his forehead are deeper than his frowning brows, the old man pointed with his hand, "See for yourself!"

Tian Ermiao first smelled the smell of rice, and he opened his mouth and said, "I'm making rice ......."

Tian Ermiao shut up, his expression surprised.

Because the lid of the pot has been lifted and the rice has been topped.

With the conscience of heaven and earth, Tian Ermiao put a bowl of rice, and this rice was half an arm's height when it came out of the stove.

Grains of crystal clear rice.

It's very appetizing to watch.

"How many meters did you put?" said the old man angrily.

"A bowl, I promise it's a bowl, or a small bowl. Tian Ermiao said.

"You don't think it's much, do you?" said Mr. Wen's eyes.

"Is it much?"

There are many facts, but Tian Ermiao can't understand it.

Mr. Wen said, "Do you know how much rice I put in a pot of porridge in the morning?"

"How much?" Tian Ermiao asked subconsciously.

Mr. Wen held out two hands.

Seeing Tian Ermiao blinking, Mr. Wen shouted, "Ten grains of rice!"

"Ten ...... Grains"

In the morning, it was porridge, but it wasn't so thin, it was almost porridge, and it was made of ten grains of rice?

Looking at the rice that was still growing, Tian Ermiao was relieved.

However, the question in his mind was even more serious.

"In the future, remember that making rice and making more than fifty grains of rice is enough for the two of us to eat. ”

The old man shook his sleeves and walked away, and when he reached the door, he said, "From this day on, you can eat rice every day until you finish it." ”

Tian Ermiao asked a stupid question, "You can't swish?"

Sure enough, the old man turned around and looked at Tian Ermiao with the same eyes as a fool.

Tian Ermiao touched his nose, he stood up, picked up a bowl, it was full, and he was just about to eat it with chopsticks, when he thought of the scene in the morning.

After thinking about it, Tian Ermiao picked up another bowl, which was half larger than the bowl in his hand and full of it.

Then, he walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice.

Mr. Wen was smoking a dry tobacco pouch in the yard.

"No. Tian Ermiao handed the bowl to Mr. Wen.

The old man glanced at Tian Ermiao, he knocked the cigarette bag and pot on the ground, took the bowl, took a bite in his mouth, and said, "You are smart." ”

Tian Ermiao squatted on the side and ate with his head bored.

Mr. Wen put down the bowl and went to the kitchen to get a small plate of pickles and put it between the two of them.

Tian Ermiao crunched Mr. Wen with pickles, and he also picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, Tian Ermiao's eyes widened.

The pickles are very crisp and have a good taste, especially suitable for rice, the key is that the pickles will turn into a breath when they enter the stomach, and the breath will travel all over the body.

This pickle can strengthen the flesh!

Seeing Tian Ermiao's surprise, Mr. Wen didn't feel strange at all.

He said: "With your current amount, a maximum of two bowls per meal, I am talking about the kind of bowl in your hand, if you have pickles, you can eat one slice at a time." ”

Tian Ermiao secretly wrote it down.

After eating one bowl, Tian Ermiao went to serve the second bowl, and when he came back, the old man had finished eating, the bowl was put aside, and he was smoking a dry tobacco bag.

Tian Ermiao was a little hesitant.

The old man said, "Eat, I'm not hungry." ”

Tian Ermiao started eating at this time.

After finishing the meal and finishing the bowl, Tian Ermiao looked at a big pot of rice that was still coming out, and thought to himself how long it would take to eat.

When he came out, the old man said, "I don't raise people in vain, you will dig the ground in the backyard during this time." ”

Tian Ermiao nodded, because he was not a person who ate white food.

After a short rest, he went to the backyard.

He picked up the hoe and looked at it carefully, but he didn't see anything extraordinary.

Bang!

A hoe fell to the ground, similar to the scene last night.

Under the sun, he sweated like rain.

There is a tree on the north courtyard wall of the backyard, Tian Ermiao doesn't know what kind of tree it is, and the leaves are also luxuriant, covering the shade of a good place.

Hey!

A sound came from outside the north courtyard wall, Tian Ermiao turned his head to look, and saw a person squatting on the wall.

The person squatting was not Song Tianxing, but a little boy about thirteen or fourteen years old, the little boy was bare around his head, only had hair on the top of his head, and tied a pigtail.

The little boy looked at Tian Ermiao with a smile, "Are you really stupid?"